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With an amused curiosity, Szanod watched as Serendice underwent her transformation. After she completed her attack, he addressed her.
"Such a pity to see the virtuous fall so far from the light, as if they didn't have the fortitude to endure service to the fickle energy you call "God", "Lord" or whatever. However, I have fought and broken many of your kind on their way down to the Netherworld. I recognize the anguish you feel, Serendice. The sin of the Morningstar has seeped to your very core.
Let go of your pride, dark angel. Accept what you are and believe in yourself."
Then addressing everyone:
"You see me as a simple demon, bound to malignant forces greater than I, but I beg to differ. I was once a champion of light that tired of battling all the monstrosities that spewed forth from the Netherworld unto an unsuspecting Earth. Hell's denizens were too strong, so I descended to the gates myself to ensure that at least some of the newly damned were too weak and broken to ever come back and haunt the innocent.
I have accepted a part of that darkness in me, but in doing so I'm using the Netherworld's energies against itself. Why do I still exist, I do not know. But while I do, I commit my life to battle and darkness, so that hell may at least be partially weakened."
Looking back at Serendice, Szanod smiled and said:
"Darkness is not evil, just the absence of light."
With that, he slammed his fists on the ground, which conjured up a swath of flame of about 10 feet high that travelled at top speed towards her in a zigzag pattern, makin git much harder to dodge.
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