Right before he could tarnish the treasure with his hands, he felt something tight and sharp wrap around him. It shone with light Seph couldn't comprehend. Before he knew it, the raider was pulled back out of the room and into the corridor he came from. After struggling, Seph found he could not free himself from the lasso's grip. It was if it would hold him forever. Though he struggled even more, all Seph accomplished was tiring himself. Soon, he came face-to-face with the archangel. "Y-You're real!" He gasped. 

Of course he was. And he was just as perfect as the angels were supposed to be. Handsome... and really, really strong! Even more then that, he was really, really angry. Now he was faced with the task of somehow escaping this angel's wrath. 'I'll make sure... once he's mine... I'll make him my mindless slave...' The thief thought darkly before stammering. "So? What's the big deal??" He spat, in an attempt to be defiant. "If you're my slave, you'll get to leave this prison. And kill as many as you want! I know you angels love killing!" Seph's eyes caught the design on the angel's shirt. Strange... What did it mean? Suddenly, he was struck with an idea. On the carving, a word was etched. Maybe, if he said the word, something would happen?

"Caelum!" The thief screeched.