The Betrayer's Black eyes lock upon the cadaverous ferryman--his eyes swilling and boiling with Infernal power. "Five Hundred Mortal Souls, Ferryman. Five Hundred, now--and another five hundred when you have seen me safely to the terminal archives?"<br/><br/>As if in invitation, Tzadkiel holds out his hand--it is promptly lit up red abyssal energy as he prepares to transfer the first five hundred souls to the ferryman, should he accept.