[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Drop your gun and sit down." He gestures to an empty chair of rotted wood against the wall behind Michael. After seeing that the artificer has no intention of doing that, he scowls. "Just do it," he muttered. "I'm not going to shoot you." His own weapon remains fixed at Michael's chest. "Look, we're doing an important thing here, I can't afford to take chances. Put it away and I'll put mine away. I'll even show you what we're doing." His flick from the weapon back to his intruder's face. "I'm Aaron, by the way.