[i][color=bc8dbf]Jeanne[/color][/i] - [u]The Archangel[/u]

The light began to fade, and at first there was nothing to be seen. Worry overcame Jeanne briefly, for she had not meant to actually [i]disintegrate[/i] the boy, she had only meant to wound or force out that which she suspected to linger beneath the surface. Warily she watched her surroundings, sensing that his magic was not gone in the least.

Once she realized the sheer energy from the blast was being pulled into a singular point, the Archangel frowned ever lightly. 

To say the least, it was not only displeasing, but disconcerting. 

Finally, Sage emerged in his true form, the dark, malicious, gaunt and devious form. Darkness pervaded the land throughout him, coming outward in cascades that would make almost any man shudder and run in fear. Terror existed in true form then, and Jeanne recognized it only to cast it away in her thoughts and her resolve. Raising the sword's flat to touch her nose once again, she and the eight blades would remain pointed towards the heaven.

A beacon of light. Of hope. Hope against the oncoming tide.

It was more than presently evident that the [i]Ashbringer[/i] had forced out the Demon that had infected Sage. Behind the weeping guise of her plated helm, she frowned. More than evidently it had come to be time for Parasite to emerge at long last. He smirked ever violently, and the Archangel remained absolutely passive. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Good evening, [b][i]Parasite[/i][/b]. I see you've decided to [i]bless[/i] us with your presence."[/color] Reverberating with her will, the swords that hovered around her seemed to hunger voraciously for demonic bloodshed. Yet for now she would do nothing. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Tell me of your intention, what is your purpose for infecting your Host with such despicable magic. For what rhyme or reason or logic does this move of yours possess?"[/color]

Behind the weeping faceplate, the S-Class Magi's eyes narrowed aggressively. She had seen power like this before, it wasn't unfamiliar in the least; the Light would deal severe consequence upon the Dark if he dared to try and strike her again. Undeniably, this was far from the first time she had been forced to deal with such monstrosities.

However, this was the first time that it had claimed a comrade.

Even still, this time she was prepared, more than ready for any onslaught that the Devil and his Slayer might try to bring.

[color=bc8dbf]"Explain to me why I shouldn't send you back to whence you came."[/color] She stated steadfastly, her voice clear and resilient against even the overwhelming darkness. [color=bc8dbf]"Explain to me why I shouldn't rip your power from the soul of this child and cast you back into the abyss. Even at the cost of his life. His one soul is not worth the destruction that is oft' wrought by your uncontrollable kind."[/color]