Shal awoke; and the world she woke up to was an odd one indeed; surrounded by little lesser demons, and a third entity was present: Anaya. (The little godmoder him.)
Or at least that's what it called itself. Unlike Pelm, Shal had heard of Anaya, not as a Celestial, not as a bodiless entity. She remembered her teacher, and the blade he often spoke of wielding; Anaya, the Holy Alia. Where the Alia were forged, none knew, but their mere presence changed the face of history. Wars had been fought, blood spilled, men betrayed, over the sword that Pelm now held in her hand. And it had showed; the blade had absorbed, consumed the blood of the thousands it had slain, and become corrupted. What trickery was this, that it should come to
her hand?
And Pelm heard this every thought as her eyes widened in shock.
She pointed Anaya at Antharius, the sword's consciousness prompting her to achieve more drama, while casting a spell with her left hand, her hand area steadily darkening as she made her speech.
"Antharius, is it? Know this: you face enemies far beyond your comprehension or abilities. Celestil's blade and Celestil's pupil you face. Do you really think you can stand both against the Archangel Celestil's influence, and the power of
my master? You fancy yourself ruler of all demonkind? Feel then, the power of Koneko, overseer of Cocytus the final circle of Hell!"
Pelm placed her left hand, now surrounded by a cold blackness of Zixonian energy, on the flat of Anaya. As light and darkness become one, they do not negate each other. Rather, constructive interference amplified them both as Pelm swung the sword in a wide arc at Antharius, aiming not only to wash him with a wave of overpowering holy energy and raw power, but also overcome the lesser demons in front of her, who were quite pesky indeed.
After this stroke, Pelm stumbled a bit, clumsily for a change, and coughed. A brief spurt of blood came out; results of the life force she had had to expend to cast her spell.
Edited by: Yari Koneko at: 10/27/02 12:48:39 pm