[Arodion]

Arodion snarls, the black orb of voidal energy stil cracking in his hand.

"Father, what have you planned. You send your servants after me but don't bother to inform them of their execturer's name? You are growing weak throug hthe centuries I fear." He locks eyes with Mindblaze, a glint of red sparking in their inky wells. "Fine Young one, Know that you face Arodion Grazznic, Angel of Mutilations."

A high pitched scream escapes Arodion's lips as his hair flies back across his shoulders. He shoves his hand outwards and the voidal bal slides out through the air slowly, appraoching the mist of figures. The orb suddenly expands outwards, its force multiplying exponentialy. Floorboard crack, splinter, then fly into the orb as little more than sawdust. The ancient red carpet is sucked into oblivion as the crumbling peus begin to slide across the floor towards the growing sphere. The force extends upwards, causing the rafters to creak, and the massive cross on the floor slides towards the Void.

The red mist around the Cathedral swirls as the foces capture up all of existence, this plane and those extending other realms. A silver glow around Arodion begins to form, just a faint outline of him in silver, his own shield against his attacks powers.

Out of the sphere a purple blast of lightning rips through the air, expelling the growing negative energy in that gateway. The arc of energy cuts through a set of pues and blast out a man size hole in the wall, letting the void pull at the falling rain, sucking it into the cathedral in a sideways blast of water.