[Distractions. He allowed himself to get distracted but it's the first time he's seen the symbol and it reminds him too much of that image he had seen cut through his vision in the Horizon before.
It bears the question what is the connection between the arcana and the Singularity?
But he needs to make it through this to figure out that question another time--if he doesn't get horribly distracted by everything after all this. Ha.
There's the briefest moment of holy light and the silhouette of wings extended in a bracing posture to steady the two of them, but it passes just as quick before he wheels around and looks up.
For all that Lucifer's been connected to Hell, he'd argue that the demons had nothing on Eve's monsters. He doesn't even know where something like this falls.] Nope. No. That's not-- [He really does not like that. Instead of pushing further into their surrounding darkness to get out of grabbing distance he reaches out in some imitation of a handshake to grab the creature's hand, pulling in a tug-of-war with inhuman strength and slashing up with his small blade in an effort to slice through tendons and muscle, and whatever magic it had stolen for its own lifeforce, disgustingly twisted and misused.
His blade glows, white and power similarly to his wings moments before.
Looks like a switchblade.
Feels like an angel blade.
Huh. Ain't that something.] Little help! [He still hisses back to Wanda, pulling more and opening up weak points.]
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It bears the question what is the connection between the arcana and the Singularity?
But he needs to make it through this to figure out that question another time--if he doesn't get horribly distracted by everything after all this. Ha.
There's the briefest moment of holy light and the silhouette of wings extended in a bracing posture to steady the two of them, but it passes just as quick before he wheels around and looks up.
For all that Lucifer's been connected to Hell, he'd argue that the demons had nothing on Eve's monsters. He doesn't even know where something like this falls.] Nope. No. That's not-- [He really does not like that. Instead of pushing further into their surrounding darkness to get out of grabbing distance he reaches out in some imitation of a handshake to grab the creature's hand, pulling in a tug-of-war with inhuman strength and slashing up with his small blade in an effort to slice through tendons and muscle, and whatever magic it had stolen for its own lifeforce, disgustingly twisted and misused.
His blade glows, white and power similarly to his wings moments before.
Looks like a switchblade.
Feels like an angel blade.
Huh. Ain't that something.] Little help! [He still hisses back to Wanda, pulling more and opening up weak points.]