"Oh, my. Just a skeleton. How am I going to listen to your dying breaths now?"
Alicia looked visibly bothered despite her attempt to force a smile. That wasn't the demon. Or at least not the one they were after. She didn't think he changed form. She already knew of the problems of this fight. Without destroying the soul jar all they could do is hope to annoy him without a powerful enough holy spell to forcibly separate the spirit right out of his body. Maybe he wasn't the one she was concerned with meeting here, but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. It would be bad enough to get into an encounter with him normally, let alone with just the two of them, already worn down and exhausted. Not to mention a lich was going to make an army by killing and raising the dead. She couldn't believe she was going to say it, but at least a demon would just tried poisoning their minds without murdering them and bringing back their bodies as animated corpses...and she was especially worried that the lich wouldn't necessarily avoid trying to rape them knowing that either.
"With just us...you'd be right..."
Though...she did have one last resort. An impossibly narrow one. There was no way of knowing if it would actually work. If the ritual completed and didn't kill her, and it might, it would be enough to turn the tides against demons entirely. Demonic corruption threatened to seep into every soul, using it's vessels as living weapons. But they weren't the only things that could use vessels. Not that it wasn't any less dangerous. Only a true pure soul would even think to attempt it, and since that would require the humility of never thinking you're worthy of god's grace, the contradiction made it a constant paradox that there was no such thing as a truly safe vessel for them to inhabit. While the light may be warm, it burned with justice all the same and no mortal was immune.
"But..."
She put her hands together and shut her eyes focusing on a meditative prayer to concentrate. If she was lucky, after she was done she might just be meet with things like blindness, and nervous system failure of one of her arms. She could only hope for the light symptoms of pulling this much power into her body. But she was put back into a corner and had to do it. Her visions began to flood as she recited the ancient prayer invoking her host, a faint magic circle of white light glowing underneath. Her vision flashed with a flicker of it. At first a mass of golden wings shielding a endlessly burning flame.
The moment made all her vision go white in a completely blinding flash, that deadened all her other sense before deadening to a sudden coldness. That brief imagery of the true form of the Seraph she had only seen drawn in text, but never visualized in actuality. A sight so alien and incomprehensible, it would even be argued the forms of the angels were more disturbing than demons. When it finally cooled to see a proper grasp of the spirit on earth only for a brief moment before it faded into her body, it could hardly be seen as a much more welcoming sight.
"Be not afraid."
Despite the reassurance, the vision of the angelic host made her shudder with a coldness despite the warm embrace of the light she felt entering her body. Her entire body began to convulse and jump, eyes rolling backward as she allowed it to use her as a vessel, and she was engulfed in the intensity of holy flame before it died down and the pain stopped, leaving the product of the fusion of the sacrificial vessel and the angelic force infusing itself into her body. The result, having a glow of light reshape and recenter behind her back in a span of wings, with the same bright light color that reflected in her clothes and the aura she gave off. Despite the lack of...proper attire. Likely due to the light force trying to reshape Alicia's skimpy swimsuit, the outfit didn't look the most intimidating, but the presence of power cut through the very air. This was not the kind of light that could be hidden from.
"You, on the other hand, have a lot to fear."
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@Mazoku
"But like...woah. That was seriously trippy." The angelic fusion turned a glance to Rebbecca, it's eyes having a somewhat absent minded look to her. "That skeleton guy looks like trouble. He's the dude, I gotta beat up, right?" I don't really get this...but that guy can't be up to anything good." The light being coughed for a moment, her face stiffening a bit, the druid's best guess that Alicia's more mature personality was at war with the angels, with the now more mature and serious look in it's eye readying itself for a fight.
"I am Ariel. Avatar of Empyrean, and angel of love. I'll be the shield to make me worthy of such a title in your eyes."
