In better times...

The divine hymn was completed and the coffin lid closed over Lucifer. The magical power completed what Amon had started. The fire gathered around the stone container, while the divine light gave rise to parchments that were attached to the coffin lid. Rest in peace sinner, burned into the lid. The fire died down and the stone container was closed. The symbols lit up and the gate closed ... Lucifer hit the lid with all his might, but couldn't do anything. For a long time it was not only Amon's power and the one that Amon had borrowed from him, but the power of God that worked here. Lucifer was wounded by Amon's sacred wound. He couldn't mobilize his strength in time and so he had no chance.

There was silence and the torches went out ...

Godric was still kneeling on the floor, hands clenched into fists. The tears ran down his cheeks. His ancestor ... Amon ... was dead. He had sacrificed himself. You could say in his time that this was a tragic love story, thought Godric