With a final flourish, Tiberius arced his blade over his head and into the chest of the demon.  The demon, seemingly unharmed, managed one final smirk before seeing his chest erupt in holy light.  He watched as the light devastated the demon, leaving only a pile of ash.  He surveyed his surroundings; ashes swirling in the wind like a sandstorm.  He looked towards Heaven and said a prayer the the Good Lord for helping him in all his battles.  Suddenly, up in the sky, a lightning bolt streaked through the sky.  To any human, it would seem an anomaly, but nothing more.  Tiberius, however, knew something was wrong.<br/><br/>"Dear Good Lord,<br/><br/>As you know, I carry such a heavy burden for my mortal soul.  Killing is not fun.  It is not easy.  I sense something is amiss and I am afraid war is on the way.  I only ask of you one request.  Use me."