Oraxael paled.<br/><br/>"You aren't strong enough!" he protested, rising from his chair, "Asmodeus is a Lord amongst the damned - he is near as powerful as Lucifer himself.  Doing this will mean death, permanent, for any angel that attempts it."<br/><br/>He looked then at Azriel, and saw the faith in the angel's eyes, the pureness of his resolution.  He bit his lower lip, and suddenly, knew what he must do.<br/><br/>"Yes...Asmodeus is too strong for any one angel to tackle...but, perhaps..." he paused, then smiled darkly, "Perhaps one angel and one demon, working together...?"<br/><br/>His hands flashed with hellish fire, and in his hand, a razor-tined trident appeared to immortal eyes.<br/><br/>"If this is how it must be, let me stand with you, Azriel."