"Rest assured, Andariel, that I would never undermine the power of a Great Evil. Such would hardly be a sacrifice, and the army would reform itself by your hand," spoke Death. He had always held the Seven Evils in high regard. Alina was no exception, even in her weakened state. He began stepping toward this demon atop the roof. When he was close enough that his spinning blade would pose a threat, he flicked his wrist to have the hilt return to his palm for a more orthodox fashion. This female spoke to him in a way most feared to, for the sake of their own souls. Granted, the Evils normally had nothing to fear from him. He had no worries, though. At any point, he could rip out her demonic soul and have her forged as a new link to the Chain of Fate attached to his sword. On the other hand... how interesting this was. He could almost laugh at the notion of escorting her to Hell. "I am Malthael, Angel of Death. I reign supreme over the realm of reality that is life itself, and you would ask me to be your chauffeur?" he asked, becoming unable to stifle the laughter in his lungs by the end of the query. "What an interesting woman Tathamet has produced. Very well; I shall humor you. Azmodan will be the judge of what befalls you this day." With that said, Death stepped aside and held out his sword. A slow, downward slash tore through the fabric of reality to create an ethereal gate into the depths of Hell itself. Once it was open, a great pair of white and wispy skeletal wings sprouted from his back.

Meanwhile, Sorin rose from his bow to view the queen in all her regal splendor. A small grin was upon his face all the while, and the holy matron seemed no more displeased to be present than he'd expected. If anything, she appeared surprisingly elated. Her mention of Kasmina brought Sorin to gesture once more, this time to the woman at his side. "Indeed, milady, I am so lucky to say yes. It pains my bleeding heart that you were unable to attend the wedding, but I understand. Allow me to introduce to you, the Countess Kasmina Elise Dacian Phantomhive... my wife. Mina, behold our holy mother."