Cassiel glanced nervously at his prisoner, ten thousand years had passed since the Archangel had imprisoned it there...that cursed thing...his brother, the fallen angel who had undertaken the name Halphatrax. Twisted by rage, Halphatrax had transformed from a beautiful angel of white feathered wings, pale skin, and platinum hair...into a demon of Hell. Hell, the place was his home and his prison. He was supposed to be imprisoned in Hell for all eternity. Halphatrax yanked and pulled against the heavanly chains that bound him to the ground, where he was forever burned by the fires of Hell, his brothers pitiful attempt at purging him of his sins, trying to force him to retake his angelic name and beg God for forgiveness. After the first thousand years the fires of Hell stopped burning and took on more of a stinging sensation, which soon dulled into a small itch, and soon Halphatrax felt nothing at all. "Brother, I wish to gaze upon you" spoke the demon, his voice angelic and beautiful. "Silence, foul creature, I know the trickery of you're kind!" ordered Cassiel. "You would turn from your own brother?" Halphatrax questioned, mockingly, knowing full well the outcome, he had done this thousands of times before, and each time, it amused him more and more. "IN THE NAME OF GOD, THE ALMIGHTY, I COMMAND YOU TO BE SILENT!" roared Cassiel. The chains that entangled the demons entire body like a cocoon began to glow a blinding silver color, filling with holy energy and the conviction of his brother, causing him to roar in agony. "DAMN YOU!" roared the demon, his voice now gutteral and beastly, like one would expect to hear from a large wolf. Never before had Cassiel jumped from a simple command to divine judgement.  Halphatrax took advantage, however of the momentary weakness of the chains from the convictionary punishment. He sent forth a piece of his power into the world of mortals, along with a fraction of his contiousness to roam the human realm and wreak what havoc he could, as he had done so many times before.