Aeon spat out blood. It landed on the floor and sizzled. Angel whimpered a tiny bit but sat up. Aeon looked out, his eyes full of light. They shot out, almost darkening the shadows around him in contrast. Aeon's halo burst forth, the sun of his third eye, his magic crown. He was like a sun onto the realm, attracting attention of the few left in the Celestial city below him. No one had seen the light like this on this realm in many years.

"Angel, I need you to get out of here."
"I won't let you die here."
"I'm not going to die."
"I know your not. Thats why I'm staying here to make sure." They both took their eyes off Set for a second and looked at each other.
"Stay back, heal and protect. Please don't die." Aeon looked back. Thou he flung light out at Set's huge body, it reflected nothing. Aeon stood up, his hands blazing, his head on fire, his eyes two suns staring into Set.

"You may control the world, you may control yourself, hell... you may even control me. BUt you can never control the light." Aeon exploded out, clearing the area around him. He knocked threw the few deamons how stood around foolishly. Many of them were damaged by the shock. He was left, shinning like an angel. "So dark lord Set, do you tango?"

But the words were not important. By the time they had reached Set's world, Aeon was an inch infront of him. He drove his hands straight into his stomach, knocking him back with more force than he should be able to hit with. He threw him back, into teh far wall. Aeon took little time. He speared into Set, driving him threw another wall. They flew out of the castle, into the air. The Large body of Set flying with the flaming body of Aeon leading the way. They landed threw the roof in an old Temple... the large symbols of the evil Set hanging around them.

Angel sat alone where she was. Many of the deamons were looking at her, trying to figure her out. She was sitting, calm, peaceful, meditating. One of them tried to get close, but a flare of light exploded around her. She was focusing on Aeon, almost fighting with him. Her power was his, and his was fueling her. She was keeping him conscience, using his body to fight, while keeping track of other things.

Aeon stood up from his small bit of rubble. As soon as they had crashed threw the roof, Aeon pushed the large body away from him. Aeon crashed threw some pews, Set landed on his HIgh Alter.

It was a dark church, full of blood and dead bodies. The few acolytes and slaves inside quickly dispersed from the two, fearing the light coming off Aeon. Aeon was the first thing of light to be shown in here for years. His sheer prescence was soiling Set's prescence and holiness in here.

He walked up. He felt resistance, as if the world was holding him back from the high alter. But Aeon pushed. He stepped upagainst five times as much weight as he should have experienced. He stood over the body of Set.

"I know your not dead, your just getting weaker. You're concentrating power for the first time in a long time. For once, you have to draw on the nothingness your developed in this horrible place. I hope you enjoy your squirming," Aeon said punching Set square in the Jaw. But something stopped it. Stopped the attack from working. Aeon took four quick steps back and waited.