The Solar lifts one beautiful, albeit scarred, silvery hand to his chin, considering the missive for few pico-seconds.<br/><br/><em>Another move in the dance between Fierna and her father? Or perhaps the Archduchess has need of him in martial capacity?</em><br/><br/>The Solar rises from a gold and jade throne that dominates the inner sanctum of the Broken Basilica. Corded, muscular legs carry the black-winged Devil across the length of the Basilica, past the defaced aspects of Gods and Goddesses, once resplendent before the Fallen Solar's pride and hubris brought death and war to the halls of the Basilica. The Solar passes through a broken doorway where an army of fallen angels and archons breached the temple long ago with powerful, twisted celestial magics, and beyond this last gate a few meters of broken earth cling to the base of the basilica whilst the black maelstrom churns about him like a sentient oil-slick.<br/><br/>The Solar's wings spread and carry him aloft like a great avian, he flies through the darkness then, passing through this, the fiery sky of Phlegethos, past armies of Hamatula and barbazu, the stylized black eyes on the shallower black of the Angel' robes look upon all these albeit with only a fraction of the unsettling intensity of the Solar's black eyes; the black of the solar's eyes mirrors the swirling black of the abyss round the basilica.<br/><br/>The Solar's wings carry him past the Pit of Flame where thousands of osyluths watch while other fiends writhe and scream in trans-formative fires thence to the city of Abriymoch in the caldera of a great volcano. The Solar lands on a balcony atop one of the highest towers of a great Obsidian fortress dominating one corner of the great city. A smile touches his lips as he notes the height of the black mount of Infractia towerin over the palace of Belial and Fierna. Although he is their retainer the highest realm on the layer is his demesne and prison.<br/><br/>The Solar strides toward the interior of the tower and halts before a great door he looks at guard (A Pit Fiend?) standing outside of Mistress Fierna's throne room. The Betrayer's eyes grip the the devil's face and seethe with disdain and naked might. The expression on his face is the expression an etymologist might proffer to a particularly interesting and revolting cockroach.<br/><br/>When the black-winged Solar speaks, his voice assails the creature from within and without, telepathically and vocally. Even though Tzadkiel's planar form is that of a devil, many dwelling upon the hells find his voice, the prideful and wroth, albeit timeless and booming, voice of a Solar the most disconcerting and terrifying thing about Tzadkiel.<br/><br/>"Mistress Fierna summoned me, stand aside."<br/><br/>