"You will not have him." It is almost serene, their voice, their focus winding together tighter and tighter, Compassion pressed as close as possible from the other side of the veil. Eyes blazing blue, chill misting their breath, Adelaide sets herself firmly between Anders and Vengeance- teeth grit against the jar and drag it takes to get there. She gave her word. She gave her word and while Justice has made a failure of himself- there is nothing that will tear the last shred of her promise from her grasp.

Vengeance has done enough.

Frost glitters as it spreads over her skin, the tight lines of a spell condensing in her palm as she waits for the demon to approach, waits until he is close enough to make the strike most effective. A single shard of ice, a variation on a mine etched into being on the ground that trips and triggers when the demon comes near- shooting out with an audible crack, aimed and angled to pierce the flesh of it's gnarled throat. "Never again."