The Solar very nearly gapes at the sight of the blade crackling with the energy of hell and Fierna's own bodily power. Striding forward the Solar take the might weapon wrought with the aspect of an Erinyes in hand swinging it, testing its heft and weight in his silver fist.<strong>"Mistress, it is indeed a fine weapon. I shall not sheath it until I have spilled fiends blood.</strong><br/><br/>And indeed, the Solar does not. Rather, he slips the blade through the loop of his belt until the Erinyes hilt with its begemed pommel press into his sculpted abdominal muscles. The Solar's onyx wings spread wide and he rises bodily from the floor of the parlor cutting across the wide, high vaulted chamber toward an archway and off to the black maelstrom enwrapping the shattered basilica atop Infractia. Below he watches Larvae and Demons slog through the fires and burning lakes of Phlegethos--in an endless masque of agony.<br/><br/>At the edge of the Maelstrom he feels the darkness snap at him, wrapping around him, chilling him yet welcoming him. The Basilica is a monument to his hubris a pale shadow of the beautiful temple he was venerated from when he was still like unto a Demi-God in the service of Marduk. The Solar halts in the Basilica's sanctum beside a great throne littered with the remains of a statue of his God---The Angel smashed his God's aspect and took his throne after the fall.<br/><br/>A mental command is dispatched to Arikel one of the Planetars in his service. "Guard my realm and let none enter the Basilica while I am away." with that the Solar enters one of the deep vaults of the Basilica descending through chiseled and manicures stone line with beautiful statues of dead Gods to a cavern a bare rock with stalagmites twisted to resemble the mad, monstrous faces of the hell's tormented souls and devils. The portal--one of three in the Basilica yawns before him a maelstrom of violet, gray, onyx and a thousand other sinister hues encased withing a frame of demon femurs, ribs, and skulls. Agathion on Pandemonium--a stop on the way to the Abyss. The resting place of banished Gods--and secrets magics and weapons too powerful for mortal men--or Gods to wield. A terrible, dangerous place--but one step toward the Abyss and the Terminal Archives.<br/><br/>The Solar steps through, feeling the winds of Pandemonium beat at him as he emerges on the layer.