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The Eternal Fire had stayed on the sidelines long enough. Too long. Tolerating a tyranny which threatened the delicate balance of the inseparable pocket dimensions of Earth. The amount of suffering it caused for a faux reason.

Remains of divine energy haven't faded yet, which meant there may be something that hasn't been incinerated completely. Fire was already lit behind her eyes as her gaze fell upon bloodied feathers. ... It was worth a try, still. Careful hands collected the remains, the monster mockingly calling itself angel nowhere to be seen by now. Wings of fire rose from her back, she couldn't allow a sudden burst of energy now. This was always an extremely delicate, draining process even when there was at least a skeleton left.

The being began her steady ascent, out of Hell, into the Universe without stopping, to the stars where both she and the Goetia demon belonged. Feathers floated in space, oil black blood separating from them and the true transformation began. Wings no longer just fire but holding galaxies between feathers of bright cyan flames stretching further than eye could see, limbs elongated with stars as skin, molten gold eyes held the whole Universe in their endless pools.

The angelic energy thankfully countered the dark side of The Fire, It was no fool to reconstruct a demon using Creation holier than what he was perished by. Balance was the key, the answer as always. Her darkness worse than Hellfire, that in itself would've been lethal as well, but mixed with the remains of holy tamed the power enough to weave his essence together.

Stars whispered, they knew him. Who he was. What was he like. Held his memories. Preserved his identity. And upon the command of their Maker rushed to the Goetia's aid. The Phoenix had withdrawn Destruction, allowing stars to strengthen his core and restore what made the Prince himself.

Her growth still hasn't stopped, which was slightly alarming, especially when even the ghost of ethereal tail feathers began to form. The amount of raw cosmic energy needed for this act took all concentration, maintaining her mere human form simply wasn't deemed important. She could stop. Safely return to her body and abandon the lost cause. Yet...She simply wasn't like that. She WAS the Eternal Fire.

With renewed resolve, the eldritch entity began to reconstruct his body from the mixture of stars and the unrivaled force of Creation; parts knitting together until his chest remained open. His own restored essence shifting around in the now complete body, but she was aware what must be done as last act to ensure survival.

The being as old as the Universe itself cracked her own chest open, all stars combined couldn't reach the level of luminosity radiating from her insides.

She reached inside, a tiny fragment of herself, of the Force; spiderlike fingers placed the piece into his essence and weaved his chest close upon witnessing the successful mold together.

“Stolas”

The Fire called as gently as It could, the resurrected Goetia small enough to lay on her elongated hand.

“Wake up. You are safe now.”