[Asasiah]

A Year Ago on the Island of Thasos...

Mehetabel wore a dark, intricate robe walking forward to the altar, the cavernous room filled with the chanting of those around her. They sought Metatron, and for this she knew they needed a being who had power outside the understanding of humans. They had tried summoning others, their efforts leading to dead ends. She was losing hope. Having no choice, she tried again. Her soft words drowned in the chanting of the others as she held her arm over a makeshift altar. Taking a moment to ready herself she swiftly sliced a down the length of her arm with the dull knife, red blood welling to the surface then dripping down onto the altar. She did not expect the ground suddenly shaking beneath her, or the candle flames suddenly flaring. The heat in the room was growing and she felt sweat forming on her brow. She felt nervous...what had she done?

Flames began to swirl above the altar and Mehetabel backed away, swiftly the heat too much to stay close, but her eyes could not look away. A ball of flames formed above the altar before slamming down, sending debris in all directions, the ground cracking and dust filling the air in the room. Quickly shielding her eyes, it would be several moments before she would see the monster she summoned before them.

As the dust settled to the ground, there was only one being still pristine within the room. Standing atop the destroyed altar, darkness and light swirling around her. Her eyes slowly opened as she looked up.

"What is this, this can not be great Uriel" A priest spoke. The mysterious woman looked at him, her eyes narrowing a bit but then slowly looked away, she could handle him later.

"Perhaps we have been deceived, we follow Metatron without question, yet we can not even summon a proper being to help us find him" a wayward follower said from within the crowd of people who'd been chanting. This prompted the woman to look at him and she walked forward. He would regret that.

"What did you say about my daddy..." came her voice. It was young and beautiful, but the ancient power commanded by it was undeniable. Looking angry, she continued her approach toward the man and within moments was in front of him. Her fingers slowly touched his cheek and she laughed with a sick joy as fingers slid down his flesh blazing with fire. "Mmm... maybe I should eat you well done," she whispered to the 'blasphemer', an eerie smile crossing her beautiful face. They had called her to bear light upon the path they sought, but before him stood a monster. "Yes, May. I do think this will be a good first meal."