[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Oh, indeed? You mean to tell me that the secrets of the Father haven't blossomed within your soul? You need the help of a mortal? A humble messiah, I see." Flashing open his eyes, Shealtiel affixes the entity with a dismal stare.

"I really don't advise trying to consume me, by the way. Even in the even to of my unfortunate demise. Sheol's is an unpredictable power, and it simply wouldn't do for the Savior to have a possessed gullet, would it? Think of all the havoc I could wreak, no longer fettered by the mores of mortal civility. Why, I should think even a God might find my lingering presence distasteful after a while... though, who knows, maybe Abaddon has other plans for my spirit. Having never met the man, I cannot say. I hear he is given to whims, though..."

Seeing his stream of verbiage crash against Na'lsa's seemingly godlike patience to no effect, Shealtiel sighs in defeat and says, "Very well. Ask your questions. Preferably not the question; I don't know whom the Grail serves, and I frankly don't care."