The bindings were coming undone...
Rummel Abellion could feel them unraveling, thread by thread.
The ancient seals that had held him prisoner for millennia were finally beginning to break.
The ritual had worked perfectly...
The human boy had played his part beautifully as well.
And now the power was returning.
The blue flames from the fungus-covered floor began to rise, as streams of luminescent fire that flowed across the chamber toward Rummel Abellion's four-armed form. The flames swirled around its body, drawn inexorably toward the white wooden mask, into those empty sockets that housed an endless abyss of darkness.
The flames poured in.
Rummel Abellion's soul fire was ignited once more.
For the first time in centuries beyond counting, the Angel felt whole.
The hollow emptiness that had defined its existence in this... this putrid prison began to fill with something closer to true consciousness.
It had been so long.
So impossibly long...
