[Suzerain of Sheol]

Deal with the Emim? Is he serious?

Shealtiel eyes Michael, wondering if he has in fact gone insane. He is pleased, at least, that that weaponized laser of his has enough Theurgic power to exorcise the Dybbuk after it kills them. Less work for him.

As they close, he throws a fist of power into the biggest clump of them he can see. Bodies tremble, then collapse, the spirits animating them dissolving to nothing Sheol can ever use again.

But still the horde keeps surging forward, and Shealtiel strikes again, and again, killing and exorcising dozens with each strike. But it is not enough. There still hundreds, close now, close, and he can feel a weariness in his bones, like a weight upon his back. Striking again, he looks to Michael, harried, sweat stinging his eyes and blurring his vision.