[Suzerain of Sheol]

Without opening his eyes, Kasdeja allows himself a slight, menacing smile, his head still bowed. His words twist into the amalgam consciousness of Lev-Na'lsa.

Careful, demon. My flesh is not of this earth, nor condign to godly intent. Would you gaze into the abyss that is the soul of the Nephilim? Do you fashion yourself equal to that extremity? Await your moment, then, fiend, seize your opening and DEVOUR me. We shall see what you can make of Semyaza's legacy.