Ardeadai smiled his smile. He was getting weird feeling in where his heart would be. It was nothing, he reassured himself. Maybe it's love, he thought. he left a happy breath at this. He wondered what dad will think. Oh, this was his moment! Bugger father.
And out appeared multiple items that where not there earlier. Among them was a terrified lamb, demon blood from one hundred different sources, a demon sacrifice (an imp-like demon, forced along), the ash of angel feather, multiple unnamed powders, what looked like a fine wine (although probably blood too), and a stone tablet detailing the spell and what will be said. "Very well, my princess."
Ardeadai liked it when multiple things happened at the same time. Sometimes, anyway. And this was one of those times. You could feel the ground shift, before the earth could not be felt at all. In fact, the castle was now levitating a few meters off the ground, which was impressive in words, more so in sight.
A table materialized, with daemonic incantations carved through-out, as the lamb was brutally smacked on it. He read the tablet. He put the angel wing ash in his hand before closing it, compressing the contents. When he opened, there was a dagger, appearing to be made of a red dagger. He motioned it, saying "the runes where quite specific in saying, as a rough translation, 'a dagger of crystal from the ash of fallen hoping angels'. I had to make sure he was hoping to be sure."
He made a mini laugh. With a mere click of his fingers, multiple of the ingredients where mixed, before dropping down to his winged humanoid form to make it easier. A glass developed around his concoction, before he sprayed the mixture, very hard to tell apart from blood, into the mouth of the lamb that was forced open. It did the equivalent of a cry.
"Repeat after me, my little succubus."
He held the hand, or at least tried to (despite her current form), and put the knife in it. He got the imp-like demon and forced him on top of the lamb. It tried to resist, throwing around a through curse words, but resistance was futile. It always was, to Ardeadai. "Siseneg. Neht eht drol dog edam a namow morf eht bir eh dah nekat tuo fo eht nam,"
He tried to communicate with his soon-to-be wife mentally, trying not to break her focus. 'Using the dagger I formed, slice through this imp and through the lamb. The blood... it will make you anew'. In fact, what he was preparing was a lot like the christenings of other religions. "dna eh thguorb reh ot eht nam. Eht nam dias, Siht si won enob fo ym senob dna hself fo ym hself;"
'But do not worry about that... I have everything in control...-'
"ehs llahs eb dellac namow, rof ehs saw nekat tuo fo nam. Rof siht nosaer a nam lliw evael sih rehtaf dna rehtom dna eb detinu ot sih efiw, dna yeht lliw emoceb eno hself."
It would be good to mention that he saw a mini little messenger angel peeking in through the window, spying. Good, he thought, but not sharing the thought through the mental link. Let them know. He made it clear to the pathetic man-dove that he knew about all the spying.
He had finished the enchantment. So, he simply watched his wife, waiting for the wonderful transformations... he eagered to see her new power, before motioning her undead servant to get ready. This was going to be horribly horribly fun.
