"Stranger, turn back now. The layers of this palace are not meant for you. Turn back, or you will be crossing the will of God... Your choice is made. As the righteous hand of the Father, I shall rend you apart, and you will become inanimate once more... BEHOLD! THE POWER OF AN ANGEL." Azrael's hand swiftly unsheathes the Scythe of Hate, its wicked blade gleaming with malevolence. With an unwavering gaze, he readies himself for battle, poised to strike fear into the heart of his foe.