"You face [Enoch, The Lord Of All That Is Holy], vile demon!" I opened my hands and clapsed them together.
"Lord that I once was, grant thyself the will and power to put to rest a child of darkness. We banish them not for what they are but for what they will become!"
A prayer to myself, to regain my own power of [Holy Energy], Prana would work but to a much lesser degree.
I called my spear [Jormungander] into my hand and the [Holy Energy] flowed into it, transforming it into a glorious instrument of demon annihilation.
I had no fear even as I stood In his domain. He had claimed a part of the city, twisting it to suit his will. The buildings leaned in close, their windows dark and empty, like dead eyes watching me pass.
A deep and devouring black fog spread everywhere, I could see nothing from a distance.
