Awakening I

Within the hands of the Silver Devil, the tattered blade hummed to life, breeding an iridescent glow as it grew long, wielding a sharpness that seemed unmatched throughout the Twelve Realms. "Severence," He called forth, wielding the blade he forged with the bones of his old body. All that he was had been embedded within this blade. 

The demon worm possessing the remains of Darrian shuddered; the voice that once echoed from his abdomen, now rising from his chest, then throat, peeked its ghastly head out from the torn flesh. 

At the sight of the creature, Zariel frowned, disgusted to such a degree he felt his stomach churn at its abhorrent image. 

The Demon, Valdias of Levatus, craned its annulus body dangling out of Darrian. "You surprise me, Zariel Snow?" It said, possessing a mouth that carried rows of jagged hooked teeth. "No one has ever made it out of the Ninth Layer of Hell. You are the first. How did you do it? How?"