[Moonwell Convergence]

It's true: Awen's communicator is broken. Has been since she fell from that height.

She glances at the flamethrower demon, to see how effectively the others are taking care of it. And to make sure it's not going after her.

She can't really speed up the other demon sleeping, but she hopes it works out. She can't even speed it up. Really, all she can do is stay out of the way and start preparing for her next move. She makes sure her hair is securely holding onto the broom, so that she won't fall off...

And starts preparing a possession hex to use as soon as the demon appears to have fallen asleep. The witch really is lucky that the other two are distracting that demon, because doing this would be difficult if they weren't. Awen dips her fingers in her own blood like inking a quill, and then starts tracing three-dimensional shapes in the air in front of her. The shapes appear translucent in front of her.
And, when (if?) the demon falls asleep, she grabs the shape to crush it in her hands, completing the hex.
. . .
If it all works out, then her mind will then possess and control that sleeping demon's body.
If it doesn't, then obviously nothing happens.


[Marlick Bay]
Kitty Knight

There's so much Zophiel wants to say. Like, how he had hoped he could trust her. Or how she's acting - both terms of attitude and powers - like demons he'd sometimes fight from his homeworld. Or how she just definitively proved in his mind that she's not the same person as Sekhmet was. Or how it wasn't 'we' who destroyed the altar - even though it was her job to do that. There's just too much to say, but very little of it is relevant to the matter-at-hand.

"And who should have the moral authority to decide if someone's a 'real person' or not?" he asks, as he goes to the alter to retrieve his sword. "And think carefully, because you've also been practically called 'not a real person', too."

But, first, before they descend, Zophiel feels the need to fix the paradox that happened earlier. With his sword retrieved and put away, he holds a gauntlet up and makes a crushing motion. Blackness spurts out of his fist. It travels back and around and out, consuming the overlapping timeline, sewing together the cracked time, and healing the paradox.
...
Just another perfectly normal paladin ability.

Once he's satisfied that the paradox is healed, he'll go down the stairs again.