(Note: The translation of the dialogue in Esperanto is in parentheses right next to the text)
[ACT II]
As soon as he opens his eyes, promptly, one of his angels move towards the Unclean and the Woman. The Angel in Black and Gold Armor flies at immeasurable speed. The woman are taken from the hands of the one who was claiming her to the sea of blood, sulfur and gnashing of teeth. In the time of a human second it happened.
Immediately turning back, the Unclean sees the Woman kneeling at the feet of the Son of God. Being the same without understanding yet, the infernal contestation begins.
- ŜI ESTAS MIA!!! (SHE'S MINE !!!)
- She is not yours and nobody goes to the Father, or anywhere, except for me...
- Did you see everything she did? All the pain and suffering that she caused those people and the one that she cheated without a single drop of regret? I won't allow it! It's the law! Do not you dare!!
- And David said to Nathan, "I have sinned against the LORD." And Nathan said to David, "The LORD also has put away your sin; you shall not die... Samael, You speak of the Father's law, of course, unfortunately, you do not understand it. You do not know forgiveness wholeheartedly, from the gifts of mortals this, in truth, is the greatest...
- MI NE AKCEPTAS TION!! (I DON'T ACCEPT THAT !!)
Then the Son of God, with serenity, smiles and makes a gesture raising the palm of his right hand where it was possible to see a hole. At this moment the Angel that had Golden Wings appears behind the Unclean. Very quickly the angelic warrior uses the sword. He touches one of the steaming chains, of one of the fetters attached to the Diabolic's shin, with the sharp artifact.
The chains, both hands and feet, previously separated, come together and a reversion to a more human and less bestial form begins. At the end of the metamorphosis, a man with long dark hair with a well-shaved beard is seen.
It was like a human male who takes too much care of his appearance at the expense of his inner essence. It also displays a pair of infinitely whiter wings from that angelic warrior beside the Son of God. The aforementioned wings emanate an undeniable and ditto magnificent clear aura.
It is wise, and the keeper of great lucidity, everyone who understands that Beauty is something fleeting and disposable. It is a deceptive and remarkable asset when the Unclean screams to utter countless blasphemies and scandals against the Creator of the Universe and his Son there in front of him.
The aura of the wings, previously clear, emanates dark smoke and these same wings change from white to a blood red with spiky feathers. The eyes are similar in blood color.