Metatron's flames turned bright red and blue. His rings that had one been on the jar were now around him. bright blue and red energy, the reactions of a star to the purest form. "You're right asmodeous. I need to put in some work for my time lost." And as fast as he had said his sentence, he vanished. He moved so fast through the depths of hell, leaving a blue and red spectral trail behind him as if it had been burned into the very fabric of existence. He destroyed every demon he touched, clearing and thinning out the evil ranks in which he despised.