"Most Angels don't like having Demonic superiors. I will hunt down some Angels and see to it that they join our joint Peacekeeping force."

"I am honored to accept the promotion, Sir" Azurael said, addressing each of his statements separately.

Azurael began to don her armour which she had gotten a particularly skilled demon to alter for her. The metal plate part of her armour was now a shade of red so deep and dark it was almost black. Only in the direct light could a red sheen be seen. The cloth and chainmail was black. Some nifty demonic tech had been utilised to make her armour lighter but at the same time stronger than conventional Angelic armour.
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Sasha shook her head as Grim walked away. "For some-one who is meant to keep balance between life and death, he sure likes disturbing it." Sasha mused out loud.

"The wards need to be chanted out loud in the old language" Sasha said. Technically there was no true difference between old Angelic and old Demonic other than pronounciation of certain sounds and regional accents. Old Angelic had more of a sharp explosive pronounciation and old Demonic had more of an elegant and sibilant pronounciation. The writing styles also varied with differing runes.

Sasha recited first the required spell so Sephiroth too could learn it:
[i]Hon zu'u du do sil
Hon zu'u las bolaav
Bolaav mu tiid ahrk revak golt
Qah mu nol paal
Grind los ni laan
Sos vaat mul lah
Kunvul bel qah[/i]

"This spell must be chanted around the whole boarder of the camp and we must shed a drop of per meter we walk. You must walk clockwise, and I counterclockwise until we both complete a lap."