Pulling away, Dantalion's outstretched bare arms, ripped the bronze medallion from his neck. He held it high above his head, bearing a pentagram inscribed on the front. The pentagram was to defend conjurers over spirits. The thirty six legions of spirits owing their allegiance to Dantalion were about to be conjured. He faced East still inside our circle toward the triangle. Dantalion spoke words I could not understand and a ceremonial ritual had begun. I knew his spirit paid allegiance to me, and that he was bound to save me and "undo" what Gwynnedd had done.
Passing through the flames and moving around the circle, illuminations appeared as angels watching Dantalion. They were like the ones I remembered he showed me when I glimpsed into his past the night of Samhain, sitting on the thrones of heaven. The six winged seraphim and cherubim were moving about and Dantalion was unaware what visions I was seeing. He kept focused on his ritual around the circle. The winged creatures were watching me too. They remained within the confines of the flames, illuminating the colors of the fire to a golden silver. None would descend the spiral steps beyond their hallowed ground. They seemed to be guarding over us.
As Dantalion finished his ritual, winds moved through the flames of the dying fire. Dantalion held the bronze pentagram out in front of his body still inside our circle facing East. The mist moved through the Courtyard in waves, like a raging sea of shadows, assembling within the triangle across from us. Thirty six legions of demonic spirits, all ready to serve Dantalion. Each legion consisted of one hundred demons, extending from the front line of the triangle as far back into the forest as the human eye could see. Dantalion held up the pentagram securing his powers over the spirits. They remained still, not moving from their position, awaiting their orders and the chance to unleash their powers they held restrained for centuries.
Dantalion turned to me, and raising his palms up to the sky, commanded the fire once again to burn stronger. I felt a coldness move through me, as the serpent demon Gwynnedd coiled up in front of us, her blazing red eyes slanted, her razor claws extended. She hissed, moving closer. I understood why Dantalion etched the other seal onto my other arm. I think he was going to trap Gwynnedd. His legions of spirits were in formation, fully hidden in mist. Gwynnedd raised her venomous tail and drew nearer to Dantalion.
"What say you , where is the proof of union with this mortal girl? Where is the child of demon bloodline?" she hissed.