"I appreciate the courtesy, Your Majesty; I will return your generosity with the power to cut you down," I said as I called upon my most potent weapon: "Answer my call, Archangel Michael, and give me your strongest weapon. I call upon the Sword of Michael." I raised my right hand to the sky, and an Angel appeared before me, a massive figure wearing a white tunic lined with gold.
His majestic white wings flapped behind him as he hovered elegantly in the air. His fiery red hair swayed as it looked down to meet my gaze. He moved his arms to reveal a muscular body with pearl-white skin, wearing a white tunic lined in gold covering the rest of his body. The Angel studied me with his golden eyes as he smiled, revealing perfectly white teeth.
"To the mortal that called upon me, I grant you my strongest weapon to defeat your foe. This weapon requires a strong will, or you cannot use it's power fully. Use it well, and may the gods smile upon you in this battle." The air gave off a firey glow as a sword appeared above me. It seemed a standard blade but held a firey aura that scared me and gave me a sense of undying hope. I grabbed the blade and felt a limitless pool of power contained within.
"Thank you-," I said as I looked to the Archangel to find that he had already disappeared.
"Michael, huh? Lord's little pet? No matter, it's my turn now." The hope that filled me vanished instantly when those words left Lucifero's mouth. A spine-shaking feeling hit me, like someone standing over my grave.
"I call upon the power of the |____| to banish my foes to Hell. I summon the bane of the Gods. I summon the Sword Nahemah."