"NO!" Oraxael shouted, but his warning came to late.  As Azriel's hand fell upon the human's head, his words spilling out, the man cackled, and transformed into a huge, demonic form.  The monster's hands pulled away from his former form's head, wrapping about Azriel's outstretched arm.<br/><br/>"Well, well, well," the great corrupter snarled, "What is this?  An angel in Hell, trying to save the damned?  Do you not know, fool, that there is no salvation beyond the borders of the mortal realm?  Here, we are ALLOWED to make them suffer."<br/><br/>The beast turned its fiery gaze towards Oraxael.<br/><br/>"And you," it sneered, "What is your game, demonling?"<br/><br/>Oraxael froze in panic.