Zaeroses found his prayers were silenced in the middle of a heated discussion between the two demonesses, though he had noted that there was something familiar about the purple skinned demoness that he thought he had seen before. It was her eyes. ightning blue... he had seen those exact eyes before but just couldn't remember where. He had certainly heard her voice before then, and the other demoness, the one who had kissed him earlier and force him to taste her blood had removed the hood over his face long enough to press her lips against his own. Perhaps he had seen thisdemoness then? Or... perhaps he was misremembering. The hallucinations that had been imparted to him were, no doubt, affecting his mind and self-awareness. He could recall what he had been doing over a thousand years ago, a grim expression written on his face as he remembered slaying the Archdemon, Tynavic, impaling the foul creature with his ghostly sword.<br/><br/>Remembering the battle well, Zaeroses closed his eyes, falling back into that memory as his body was moved, practically against his will, by the dark slime familiar that now acted as a set of living shackles, no doubt bound to the will of the taller demoness who had been interrogating him. She did seem to be the one in charge between the two of them.<br/><br/>Zaeroses walked abscent mindedly, his glowing white eyes shut as he was guided by the familiar. While the hex that silenced him was starting to wear off, since angels, even weakened and trapped, quickly shook off any curse or hex, it kept him from speaking. But he was reliving the battle against Archdemon Tynavic, the Duke of the city of Dis, whose walls that seperated the sixth and lower circles of hell were guarded by fallen angels.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The Duke of Dis stood massive and imposing, near to twenty feet tall, blotchy red and sickly hues of yellow marking his skin. Tynavic did not need to wear armor, as there were no weapons in existence that could do him real harm. The Archdemon had once been decapitated, only for his head to turn to dust and regrow within seconds. Now this creature stalked the halls of a great cathedral. However, he did not do so freely. As the Duke turned a corner, coming into the main hall where his minions had slaughtered the faithful who had refused to turn to sin at the command of the lords of hell, he was confronted by the sight of a harshly glowing light. So bright was it, that the demon had to shield his dark eyes for the pain that was caused.<br/><br/>"Tynavic, these atrocities are of your doing," said Zaeroses, his great wings keeping him aloft in the center of the hall, his gaze locked with the Archdemon's. "The blood of these innocents has been spilt at your word, Duke of Dis. For that you face judgement..."<br/><br/>Tynavic didn't speak in response, instead raising a whip in the left and that ended in sharp, jagged, claw-shaped blades, and lashing out with it at the angel.<br/><br/>It was stopped though, as Zaeroses raised his sword, cutting the end off of the whip with such force that the weapon split like chopped wood, splintering and cracking. Zaeroses floated forward as the powerful Archdemon lifted his massive axe, a black mist emanating from the head, similar to that which poured from under the claws that tipped the fingers of the creature. But when the axe was swung, Zaeroses moved through the air with the agility of a great cat, swerving beneath the swing. There was a popping noise, and a blade conjured out of thing air, seemingly crafted of pure light, appeared in Zaeroses' free hand.<br/><br/>And then the angel stabbed forward with it, straight through the chest of the Archdemon, where his bloated and cursed heart was. Tynavic cried out in agony, but Zaeroses' expression remained unchanged, unmoved, and stoic. He spoke. "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name..." he began, reciting the Lord's Prayer. When he was finished, Zaeroses released the blade from his grasp, though it stayed burried through the chet of the Archdemon, who collapsed to both knees. "Feel the agony that you have caused to every innocent you have every harmed throughout your existence, Tynavic." Zaeroses saide. It was a condemnation.<br/><br/>Tynavic began to cry, tears rolling down his face as he felt the sadnessm misery, and terror he had caused. Whether it was from killing an infant in the arms of its mother, from violent, unmerciful rape, or from slow, torturous execution when he had forced his victim to beg to die before killing them finally... a week afterwards, Tynavic felt it all. Over two thousand years of retribution were unleashed upon the demon as he felt what no demon could bear to feel: guilt for their actions. Zaeroses spoke. "You have felt guilt. True remorse for your actions, Tynavic. You have felt the suffering and pain that you have caused for so long. But this is not your end. I absolve you of your sins," Zaeroses said, floating closer and placing a hand beside the glowing blade, over the Archdemon's heart. "Finally, rest in peace. You are forgiven."<br/><br/>With that, Tynavic's body began to fade away, and soon it was as though the Archdemon had never been there. All that remained was the glowing sword of light, floating as though the Duke of Diss was still there, impaled by it. Zaeroses grasped the blade by its handle, and it vanshing, its light being absorbed into the angel. "Find redemption in the kingdom of salvation, Tynavic..." Zaeroses said, his expression blank and he let himself slowly fall to the ground before he turned to face the carnage of the dead in the cathedral hall. These people deserved a proper burial, and Zaeroses gave them just that. Each and every one...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Zaeroses' eyes snapped open to find he was still following - practically sleep walking - after the two demonesses. He had not noticed where they were taking him, and was curious, and a little concerned. Demons always had something planned.