Akoni's eyes narrowed in anger. Lammasu responded by growing the blades on its knuckles, and Akoni forced himself back under control. The gauntlet devil arm reverted to its standard form. Thinking rationally, he needed to make sure that the team was in a better position to battle this creature. The darkness behind Sevrin was unnerving, while they were all grouped together. One slash from the legendary Yamato and... Best not to think about that. Keep it talking. Stall until the team can position itself better. Encourage it to let slip something useful. [color=dodgerblue]"You answered my question to the letter without honoring the spirit of its meaning,"[/color] the old mage responded, his tone now as calm as a man asking for a spot of tea. [color=dodgerblue]"Why don't you tell us your real identity, since all pretenses have been dropped? And really, what can you possibly gain from bringing about Armageddon? Humanity has proven too strong for Hell to subjugate in the past, and the destruction of the seals means also contending with the Army of Light, the Hierarchy of Laguna, [i]and[/i] the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Queen Shiba is no saint, but she respects the balance, and I doubt even Mundus himself would wish to fight that many enemies all at once."[/color]

As Akoni spoke, he cast two simple and innocuous spells. The first was another torchlight, which he sent whirling behind the possessed Sevrin. Once there, it would split into multiple sources of light, hopefully illuminating the secret chamber behind their enemy. As for his second spell, a normal [i]Identification[/i] only would reveal to Akoni the name of the shell, Sevrin. He had to go deeper. Calling upon a stronger version of the cantrip, Akoni's mind attempted to reach passed the mortal shell of Sevrin, into the demonic soul within. Name. Name. What is... Your name?