His divine light pulsed in complex patterns, each flash precisely calculated to resonate with the spark of goodness still buried deep within Samael's essence.
As he worked, Jesus began to sense something else – a connection, a tether linking Samael to someplace beyond the pocket dimension, beyond Naaim itself.
Following this metaphysical thread, Jesus's cosmic awareness expanded, touching upon a realm of shadow and flame, of eternal torment and cosmic punishment.
"Jahim," Jesus whispered, the name coming to him unbidden. "Your prison, Samael.
The place you were bound after the Fall."
Samael's form shuddered, cracks spreading across his cosmic visage. "NO!" he roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of reality. "I WILL NOT GO BACK! I CANNOT!"
But even as he protests, Samael's grip on Jesus and Judas began to weaken.
