It seems like Helios is not going to edit. Oh well, I'll just work around things then...
Editing.
"I recognise you with ease due to your revelation of your angelic name, Solariel," said the archangel Arcterael. "I sense that you are troubled, and if it may ease such anxieties, I will say this: Heaven's foe and my own will always be Eclipsis, not Jonathan. The actions of the former do not reflect upon the latter, and as such, I hold no grievance against you. However, I warn you that it remains absolutely imperative to maintain a hold of yourself; should the demon ever return, I cannot afford to be merciful."
"Cannot afford to be merciful"? The dark, sinister voice deep inside Jonathan's heart sneered. Should I ever return, I shall inflict such excruciating agony upon your soul that you will forget what "merciful" means! A hint of insanity was beginning to show in the inner demon's voice.
Last warning, thought Jonathan irritably. Go away. What happened before in the Temple of Solaris will not happen again. My will is now strong enough to ensure that you never see the light of day for the rest of eternity.
That is, until the sun blackens with an eclipse... Eclipsis gave one final mocking laugh, before fading away into Jonathan's subconsciousness again.
Turning to Arcerael, Jonathan laughed. "You should tell the rest of your angels that," he said. "Most of them are convinced that I have turned Fallen. I'm actually surprised, and glad beyond relief, that you are aware of the existence of my inner demon; it was a terrible burden to repent for sins that I did not commit. However, rest assured that I have my demon under control; he will not surface ever again." Lest the sun blackens... Jonathan thought grimly. It's unlikely that a solar eclipse will occur, but what will I do if it does?
"I am glad," replied Arcterael. "That aside, we do have more urgent, immediate matters to attend to." The archangel looked around, seemingly at unease. "I have notified Heaven of our current situation; though the message will require a substantial amount of time to be conveyed to its destination, I trust that Heaven will hear my call, and provide us assistance and hope. If anything, we need simply survive until their arrival."
"Okay," said Nanuuk, the water spirit. "Sounds like a plan." He seemed to gather his powers; he spun his staff once, and rapped it on the floor. From the point of contact burst forth a hemisphere of energy, covering Nanuuk's thin, white-clad form. "Pago!" He shouted, raising his staff; the energy solidified, until Nanuuk was covered in a thick dome of ice. Then the Marid realized that Jonathan and Arcterael were still outside, and cursed himself for his own ignorance. "Umm, sorry, guys. Do you guys want to get inside, too?"
Jonathan smiled. "It's all right," he replied. "I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, so there is no need for you to spend more energy to include me in your defensive spell."
"I doubt that any creature found here will be enough of a thread to bring me physical harm," said Arcterael. "Nevertheless, we should proceed in caution."
Suddenly, something on the wall caught Jonathan's eye. It emitted a strange glint, like that of something crystalline. Upon closer inspection, the strange object turned out to be a tiny convex lens, gleaming faintly in the light conjured by Jonathan. It seemed to be some sort of scrying device. Up until this very moment, they were being watched.
"Guys, we're being watched," Jonathan whispered to Nanuuk and Arcterael quietly. "But not anymore." Drawing his Excalibur in one smooth, fluid motion, Jonathan brought the silvery white blade down upon the gleaming crystal lens in a decisive slice.
But the lens did not shatter into bits of broken crystal, like Jonathan anticipated. Instead, Jonathan's blade glanced off the lens as if it had struck something it could not penetrate. The clash of metal on quartz emitted a clear, musical note. Strange, Jonathan thought. The Excalibur could, even in its basic form, cut through steel with ease; the crystal lens must be protected with some powerful enchantment.
Regardless, Jonathan was not going to have his every action observed by an unknown foe. If the Excalibur in its basic form could not cut through the lens, he would simply upgrade it to a stronger form. Closing his eyes, Jonathan called upon the angelic powers within himself. A white aura began to form around his body, sparkling and glowing with the power of Light. Then, a pair of angel wings of the purest white, wide and magnificent, sprouted from Jonathan's back. The wings were almost identical to the ones belonging to Arcterael, emanating the holy energies of Light.
But the greatest change was not Jonathan himself, but his sword. After Jonathan's transformation, the Excalibur seemed to grow in size. Before, it was nothing but a normal longsword; now the blade was twice as wide, a large silver broadsword gleaming with power. The gold runes and sigils of Light on the sword glowed brightly, covering the entire blade in a magnificent golden aura. "Excalibur Judgment," Jonathan spoke, and brought his new broadsword crashing down onto the small crystal lens.
For a split second, the crystal lens seemed to groan in protest. Then, it shattered, into a thousand pieces, and the crystal shards flew everywhere. The explosion was very loud, and it echoed eerily in the dark room.
"Can't you make it a bit quieter?" Nanuuk whispered intensely. "What if someone hears-"
Suddenly, the ground shook violently. Large cracks and crevices began to appear in the floor. But it was not the cracks in the ground that made the three people tense and alert; it was something inside the cracks...
