[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel exits the APC at a purposefully-ponderous pace, annoyed at the presumption of this psychic who would make demands of him. But as he emerges, setting eyes upon the man, he suddenly quickens his stride, hastening to join the others.

As he draws near, he raises his cane at the stranger, like some sort of condemnation, and nearly snarls his words at him.

"I see you, Kezdeja. I see you, child of the Irin Egregori, bastard branch of the Tree of Life, aborted, unloved mutant the angelic ideal, retarded dream of a fraudulent God. I see you, Son of Semyaza, Nehpilim, hideous aspirant to the divine legacy denied." He marches closer, his staff still leveled at the thing. "Abandon this facile game, you have no power here. Your father doesn't care enough to come save you, and your kind lost its chance at dominion long ago. Go back to your hole and die with the rest of the world. You will not impede us."