Locating him wasn't a breeze, but there wasn't much stacking up against them. He was weak, sloppy, and the Earth was only so big. Their arrival was the soft beating of wings, as Canaan wore her new colors. "Were you looking for this?" she purrs, walking out from under the shadow of a tree. She slips off Michael's ring, as she began wearing it the moment it was retrieved.
"It's been looking for you."
This forest reeked of the demon; being his temporary place of rest as he healed from his last encounter with his thwarting archangel. Trees were fallen, the grass rotting against the dry soil. Ornias could be found in the middle of the clearing, hunched over and appearing quite exhausted. The bandages he normally wore were ripped off and discarded a few feet from him, and his wounds-- both the old and new-- bled into the grass, the source of the poison.
A green iris glaringly focuses on her and the ring she possessed. He did not respond, the bubbling sound of his punctured, expanding lung reaching her ears. There was a soft growl in warning, but the threat was empty.
Her voice is full of victory as she moves to approach him. "Atta boy.." He raises his head back, his gaze directingon her and her movements as she knelt down before him. Her expression heartless.
His fangs clench, forcing in a raspy breath through them. "Spare me.." the fallen angel begs in a grating tone, broken where he lay.
His words were ignored. Canaan aims the ring at him. The seal it wore was transferred to Ornias, the ancient words wrapping around his neck, red hot and leaving scars. The demon lets out a life-shattering scream as the runes hissed and burned into his flesh. His body falls limp against the ground, his pants nothing more than painful wheezes.
The ring is returned to her finger as she stands up.
"We've got work to do."
