Syra looks at him. Frowning. He was right. But she didn't know where she wanted to go. Hell was living on earth. Hell was down below. And Heaven wasn't all it was cracked up to be or so Gabriel had told her many times over. She listens to Satanachia. "Your right...but...I don't like him. I really, really hate him. I hate him even more than I hate my own father." she says seriously. She looks at him. "Summon...hmm...I can do that. But....nevermind. I'll deal with the after effects as it is." she smiles. "Hope this old magic summoning spell is legit." she says more to herself than to him. She closes her eyes. "[i]From the high reaches of heaven. To the depths of hell. From the winds of change....to the waters that forever flow. Deep from inside the essences that make up the fine line between life and death. I summon forth with all the fibers of my being...with the essences of my life. And the fibers of my death. SANTANACHIA!!" she cries out. A whoosh of magic energy exploding from within her. She is knocked to her butt from its force. Then her body rises upwards and pure magic and power radiates itself quite visually to Satanachia only since he was the only demon/angel nearby...and then fades as she is settled back down onto her feet. She falls to her knees. "Man...I've got a massive headache." she mutters to herself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">He looks at her. Tilting his head to the side. "It is rather difficult to explain."h e says. Touching her face with his silky soft hands and traces her face with his fingers. Every inch he traces her face...his mind fills in the blanks. He smiles. "Your a bit shorter than me...but that is quite alright. And your very lovely." he says softly.</span>