Malkil changes the pitch of his chant as he sees Lucifer channeling his power to attack, the Lifestone begins to pulse brightly as thin wisps of black energy seep from Lucifer's flesh and siphon into the emerald. Lucifer falters a little, his head dipping as he loses power, his globe of lightning shrinking slightly.

You are a fool angel, did you honestly think I would just do as you asked, you gave me nothing I could not have gained on my own. And in return you want me to make a god, can you even begin to realise how much of the Lifestone's power would be lost to me.

Lucifer slips closer as the winds tear at him, his flesh paling as he loses power, his demonic form regressing with each moment. The room begins to grow light as Lucifer feels his energy sapping away, his ball of lightning disipates completely as his wings begin to manifest again, though not the sheets of flame they once were, now two ordinary vestiges of black plumage. The red stone that serves as Lucifer's heart begins to pulse in time with the Lifestone as tendrils of red smoke smolder from it and are caught by the wind.

Malkil chuckles as he watches the scene, the mighty Dark Angel being reduced to nothing, even the stone that served as his mantle of power, his Heart of Darkness being sapped of its power. Lucifer's skin loses all of its coal black pigment as the wind tears away his essence, leaving the weakening angel struggling to resist the spectral gale, his beautiful features contorted from exersion. He tries to speak, but his voice is a little mre than a cracking hiss.

Do not fight it angel, you know you cannot, each moment brings you closer to destruction. If it is any comfort, your essence will serve to make me more powerful, my dark shadow shall fall upon lands of men once more, all lands.

The pulsing red stone slips across the tile floor as Lucifer lays sprawled, his hands and heels digging against the floor. Malkil smiles, as he sees the phenomenal energy of the tiny gem drawn away, its pulsing in time with that of the Lifestone. Lucifer's body withers as his energy flees his body. Suddenly the Lifestone's pulse begins to fluctuate wildly, the red stone still keeping time as it sits against the edge of the dais. Slowly, tiny motes of emerald energy, like fluttering butterflies pass from the stone, resisting the wind and disappearing through the walls of the chamber. Glaring at the Lifestone, Malkil's eyes blaze a powerful green as he bellows.

What, this is not possible.

The flux of tiny motes of light increases with dozens leaving each moment, and the number continuing to double with pulse of the Lifestone. Snarling with rage as his eyes flare, Malkil begins to chant again, his voice reverberating through the room as he begins to seal the Lifestone, the magic in his voice almost tangible.

Lucifer slides closer to the dais as his angelic strength wanes, his body little more than a gangly bag of bones. The wind slackens as Malkil chants, the flaring pulse of the Lifestone diminishing. Lucifer exhales sharply as the pull of the wind disappears and Malkil stops chanting, the inner light gone completely from the Lifestone. Moving around the stone, Malkil moves down the steps to the floor, lifting the still pulsing red gem into his hand by will alone. Standing over Lucifer, Malkil glares down upon him.

This trinket, where did you get it, I know it is not yours, you do not possess the power or knowledge to craft a relic capable of unlocking the Lifestone. WHO GAVE IT TO YOU?

Malkil screams the question as he brings his will to bear upon Lucifer's weakened mind. Lucifer's head rolls to look at Malkil, his face contorting as he tries to resist Malkil. Malkil's eyes flare as he dominates Lucifer's will, the withered angel's face contorting and his eyes defiant as his mouth begins to speak of its own volition.

The one known as, Vorach, agent of the Pantheon.

Malkil snarls in rage at the sound of the cursed interfering vampire who along with the Pantheon sealed his power and banished him from the realm of Elrond, spanning him across dimensions.

Turning away, Malkil glares at the Lifestone, although it had lost only meagre power, it was disturbing, the stone's existence would be a constant danger to his power, and he was sure that any attempt to destroy it woud call the unwanted attention of its owner. Turning back to Lucifer, Malkil glared at him, he ha dbegun to regenerate and in a matter of hours would be at full power again.

I have no further use for you, return to the Hell that you crawled from.

Waving his hand a pool of grey nothingness opened upon the floor beneath Lucifer, engulfing him.

Malkil fumed, his eyes fierce as he stared at the small gem in his hand, it would need to be sealed, exactly how he was unsure, though he was sure that it would take time.