A/N: This was technically made for my Elsanna One-Shot Collection, but due to the length I decided to split it into two parts and post it by itself.
The howling bark of laughter grates in Elsa's ears over the screeches surrounding her and she grits her teeth, swinging her quarterstaff in a wide arch. It flashes blindingly with every lower class fiend it strikes, celestial energy pulsing from the angelic weapon. The fiends shriek and wither, their weaker forms unable to prevent their auras from purifying and bringing their souls into the light.
The same painfully addictive cackle signature to the Fallen cuts through the air, loud and sharp, along with the howl of a voice reminiscent of peace itself.
Elsa's head snaps towards the sound, her eyes catching the sight of a large red beast with twin downward twisting horns and wings as black as sin holding up one of her comrades by a arm jutting out at a sickeningly wrong angle. Gritting her teeth, Elsa sends out a blast of white energy, turning the minor fiends around her into purified souls within a five meter radius. Wings as pure as snow flash into existence behind her and—with a forward jump and a hard beat of the solidified energy—Elsa launches herself at the devil's right hand.
Red eyes snap towards her, a demented smile twisting over the demon's lips to reveal sharp blood stained teeth as it drops the angel in it's grasp and leaps into the air, out of the way of Elsa's quarterstaff. Elsa wills her wings out of existence and digs her heels in the dirt, halting her momentum. She turns and, bracing herself, swings her staff upwards. The red demon grins madly as it's fist connects to the solidified energy of heaven, it's own tainted demonic energy pulsing out to cancel the purifying effects of the weapon. Elsa grits her teeth as the beast's downward force and power pushes her back, but she holds her ground.
The demon finds its feet, it's wings fluttering excitedly behind it. The beast towers a good two meters higher than the tall angel, but she stares straight into the thing's malevolent eyes. The darkness can't reside where the light reigns, and Elsa will ensure the beings of light keep their hold.
"What a strong little angel you are." The demon purrs chillingly, running a claw along the end of the staff. The thing shivers in delight, opening it's mouth and running a partially split tongue over it's front row of sharp, jagged teeth. "Your power tastes condensed; more potent than regular angels possess." It leans forward, it's eyes glinting with gut wrenching enjoyment. "You're among the ranks of the archangels. Tell me, sweet thing, under what discipline do you fall? You strike me as a vanguard, but for what order, I wonder?"
Elsa twirls her staff and dances circles around the stunningly agile demon, all her faster-than-sight strikes being blocked with equal strength. The demon never moves to counterstrike despite multiple opportunities, and it sets the angel on edge.
The demon almost lazily deflects all the attacks, it's glowing red eyes—flaked with black—boring into Elsa's as if the answer to the universe resides within her skull. Elsa hasn't a doubt in her mind that the demon would crack her head open like a egg in a heartbeat if it were possible to gain her knowledge through osmosis.
"What discipline do you represent, sweet thing?" The demon asks, it's sultry voice like a fiend trying to claw its way out of Elsa's chest. How can a voice so beautiful hurt so much?
Because it's a Fallen. Elsa thinks, her teeth grinding. She swings again in another fast attack that takes less than a sixteenth of second to execute, something that even high ranking demons would struggle, and fail, to avoid.
The beast catches the staff, the smell of molten lava steaming from where it's leathery skin touches the pulsing pure energy. Elsa's eyes widen. Not even a fallen-angel-turned-demon couldn't have caught an attack like that without even so much as a wince. Just who was this thing before it fell?
The demon yanks on the quarterstaff, unwillingly dragging the angel a mere breath away from the creature's lower abdomen. A hand falls and grips Elsa's shoulder as she goes to jerk away, and her eyes widen as the demon hunkers down, trying to make them eye level. The archangel still has to look up to see the beast's face, but the difference is startling.
The smell of volcanic ash steams upwards from both the creature's hands, and Elsa's eyebrows furrow, confused. Higher ranking demons can offset celestial energy with demonic energy, but they never purposefully touch higher ranking angels for longer periods than they need to; if a test of forces, the light always wins.
"Tell me, sweet thing,"—the demon rumbles—"to what order do you owe your allegiance? You taste . . . familiar."
While Elsa herself has never 'tasted' in the manner the beast is referring, she knows that demons have the power to physically taste the energy and—in the case of humans—souls of the people they encounter. That this creature—who's been terrorizing humans and angels alike for several millennia—recognizes her energy signature, well, it's more than a little unsettling.
Elsa sees the fiends collecting, waiting for their master to feed them an angel, and tries to jerk away, but the demon merely tightens it's hold. The platinum blond flicks her gaze up, shocked to see all the beast's humour replaced by a intensity that sets her on edge. This demon is known for slaughtering without mercy and enjoying every moment of it, not strong willing an answer out of it's victims. That's Hans and it's lackeys jobs.
If the devil's right hand is flipping it's entire profile for this . . . Elsa's not going to get away with silence.
"Justice." Elsa grits, her shoulder throbbing from the demonic energy trying to seep into it. The demon's eyes widen, barely enough to notice. "I'm an archangel vanguard of Justice." Elsa says, hoping her full title will get the demon to release her . . . if it doesn't decide to kill her first.
"Hmm." The beast hums, leaning back. "I suppose they'd explain it." It murmurs indecisively, frowning as it's eyes flick to the fiends and middle class demons still gathering around it in a wide circle. Without warning the demon releases Elsa's staff and punches the angel in the face, too quick for her to follow. The beast's hand on her shoulder holds her firm even when she herself lurches backwards with the force, golden speckled silver blood dripping from her broken nose.
A wave of vertigo overcomes Elsa as the demon swings her up like a rag doll and slams her into the ground, cratering it. She coughs up blood and lets go of her quarterstaff but, without her energy keeping it solid, it disappears into thin air.
The demon booms a laugh, cocking back it's fist and slamming it into the angel's chest, cracking more than one of her ribs.
Who the hell was this thing? Elsa thinks, sending off a potent, short-rang pulse of celestial force. The demon howls and leaps back, skidding to a stop on all fours. A grin splits its face, somehow pleased the angel was able to land a damaging blow.
"Is heaven trying to bring me in for my annual assessment?" The beast mocks, cackling in a way only the Fallen can – evil and seductively appealing all at the same time. "I thought you learnt from your prior attempts. After all,"—a dark glint lights the demon's eyes, and a cruel smirk twists over it's lips—"the last one heaven sent all those centuries ago went home in a body bag."
"You can't kill an angel." Elsa grits, pushing herself out of the crater and condensing her energy in her hand to reform her quarterstaff. The demon barks a condescending laugh.
"You can't kill a soul period, sweet thing. But tell me, how long did it take for you to repair the poor chap's aura? Was the taint so bad that he could remain pure but couldn't return back to his station for fear of him using too much energy and loosing it?" The beast mocks. Elsa clenches her jaw, memory of Kristoff returning home on the verge of his wings falling off from the taint surfacing to the forefront of her mind; it had been a struggle saving him. The demon, seeing the look in Elsa's eyes, howls in amusement. "You know, I waited for that dim-witted bastard to fall for two days after he got smart and transported home. I was almost hoping he got stupid and tried for me again so I could claim him as my own. Do you know what I could do with a Fallen in my ranks?"
Elsa does know what this demon could do with another Fallen backing it, and it isn't pleasant knowledge; because this demon's strength coupled with another Fallen would be so destructive the entirety of hell would have to back the devil to defeat them.
That thought makes Elsa pause. Two regular Fallen angels would never have that kind of combined power. Yes, the angel this demon downed was just shy of being an archangel, but that would mean nothing against the devil. Just what does that mean this demon used to be?
And why, in heaven's name, do I think I can defeat it? Elsa thinks, wondering where her high ranking comrades are. She needs at least one of them to have even a chance of getting out of this encounter alive. She could return home—which she wouldn't in the midst of a battle—or she could teleport to another area of the field only to be hunted down in minutes. Neither option is optimal, but neither is facing off against the devil's right hand alone.
The minor demons howl from the sidelines, all wanting a piece of the archangel. The elite demon grins fiendishly, demonic red energy characteristic of the Fallen raising from it's arms in a lazy, shimmering haze. Elsa nearly gags on the palpable stench of burning volcanic rock, so strong it makes her eyes water. She's never faced a demon with enough power to do that before.
Without a second thought, Elsa teleports to a different area of the field. "Mulan!" Elsa shouts, whacking a fiend away from her other woman with a flash of light and pressing her back flush with the other vanguard's. "I just escaped the devil's right hand,"—Elsa continues—"but it was powering up something nasty; we'll need two archangels to hope to survive, and four to keep it at bay."
"Was it fully transformed?" Mulan asks, her staff a blur of blinding light as she downs fiends, minor demons and middle class demons as easily as breathing.
"Full demonic height and complete body alterations with wings of the Fallen to top it off." Elsa confirms. Mulan frowns, never slowing her assault.
"We have two more vanguard archangels of Justice on the field along an army of discipline-less angels. If we pull the other archangels away from their stations the high demons will push through our ranks." Mulan says, slamming the butt of her quarterstaff into the face of a middle class demon, sending out a flash of celestial light that purifies its soul.
"If we don't that elite demon will raze through our ranks just as surely." Elsa refutes, sending a roundhouse kick into a fiend's face, the contact purifying it instantly.
"Four archangels can't take that thing down, and we'll lose if we try." Mulan says, her eyes flicking to the sight of the towering red demon with downward spiraling horns sprinting towards their position from the other side of the field, demons and angels alike being thrown out of it's way as easily as leaves.
"So we need to get rid of the high demons." Elsa says, calculating the elite demon's distance from her. "Tell the other archangels to focus their full attentions on the high demons. I'll keep the little red ball of sunshine busy for as long as I can."
"Elsa—"
"Just do it!" Elsa shouts, her wings flashing into existence as she jumps, taking to the air with a powerful stroke that sends her five stories above the ground. She releases her hold on her quarterstaff and it disappears, preparing herself for a much more desperate fighting style.
The elite demon's laughter reaches her ears as clear as day despite the distance and the raging battle around them, chilling Elsa to the bone. With two mighty beats of it's black wings, the demon takes to the air. Elsa turns tail and bolts right when the demon kicks itself into full speed. Elsa tries a series of complicated manoeuvres to try to throw the beast off her, but the demon's path holds true. A part of Elsa imagines the demon laughing at her – an inferior angel trying to best it, so she uses the only thing that gives her an advantage.
Flipping herself so she's flying backwards, she outstretches her arm, fingers splayed, and fires off a blast of blinding celestial energy. The demon spins out of the way, a grin splitting over its lips to show it's serrated, freshly bloodied teeth. The celestial energy hits the ground below, purifying whatever demons are caught by it.
Still trying to manoeuvre and avoid demonic energy being shot at her from the ground, Elsa continues to pump out bolt after bolt. The demon avoids every one, steadily gaining on her; but the closer it gets, the more sure Elsa's aim becomes. Yes the beast is fast, but not even it can avoid a direct blow to the face from half a meter away. At least, Elsa hopes it can't.
This was a stupid idea. Elsa scolds herself, still trying to fly in an erratic enough pattern to gain some more distance between her and certain death. Yes,—she replies back to her thoughts—but it was the only option we had. Doesn't mean I have to like it, though.
With a pained cry, Elsa starts spiraling. Shock flashes elite demon's eyes, but it follows the archangel's descent without mercy.
What, by Heaven's name, hit me? Elsa thinks, frantic. She does a quick scan of herself, finding black demonic energy hissing off her left wing. It had to of been thrown by at least a high class demon or else it wouldn't have affected her so badly. This is just not my day.
She crashes into the ground heavily, the breath knocked from her lungs. Not a second later the demon crashes on top of her, it's feet on her wings. Elsa howls and releases the white extensions of herself, sending them into nonexistence. She thrusts her palm straight up, shooting celestial energy directly into the demon's chest. The beast scrambles away, screeching on a frequency Elsa's scared will make her ears bleed.
A high demon tries sneaking up on Elsa from behind. She spins and blasts it with enough energy to purify it's soul before the blow even lands.
Her face smashes into the ground, a large, heavy hand gripping the back of her head. Beside her ear a harsh voice rasps:
"Nice try, sweet thing – but you've got nothing on me." The elite demon says, making Elsa's golden flaked silver blood run cold.
With a snap, the demon shatters her right elbow. Elsa screams, clawing at the ground with her other hand. She sends out pulse after pulse of potent but unfocused energy, purifying everything in a twenty meter radius except for the one thing she needs it to.
The elite demon emits a strained chuckle, the stench of volcanic ash flooding the surrounding area as the beasts pumps the air with demonic energy to protect itself.
"What a valiant effort." The demon says, the tension in its voice obvious as it tries to stay where it is. "Sadly, valiant never equaled victory." It cackles and touches it's leathery lips to Elsa's ear. "The good news, sweet thing, is that I still have a position open for a Fallen as powerful as yourself." Elsa's heart nearly stops.
"No!" She screams, trying to teleport away; but the demonic energy soaking the area prevents her from leaving. "No!" She cries, her voice going hoarse as she feels the first pulse of demonic energy trying to penetrate her body. "Oh, God! Someone save me!" The demon pushes her face more firmly into the gravel. Elsa chokes; her mouth running dry and the faint taste of tainted, twisted peace and the higher molten lava of hell tingling on her tongue.
Oh God, no. Elsa thinks, the blood draining from her face. Only demons can taste energy.
Elsa pulses out celestial energy as hard and as thickly as she can, scrambling for purchase. The demon stains to fight the light trying to purify it, continuing it's effort to taint the angel beneath it.
Elsa's broken and damaged parts right themselves with a direct intent of energy, then she grabs the demon's hand on the back of her head with both of hers. Her wings flash into existence, tucked against her back, and she allows her body to sink partially into its heavenly form. She glows a blinding white and her figure itself starts dissipating. Her soul partially bared without restriction burns the demon's hand with the familiar smell of volcanic ash and the thing howls, ripping it's hand away.
Flipping onto her back, Elsa sends her fist into the beast's abdomen; celestial energy flashing on contact. The creature doubles over top of her, howling loud enough to make her deaf if she were fully formed. With a swift uppercut to the jaw accompanying another blast of white energy, the demon rolls away from her.
Elsa springs to her feet and leaps far enough away to get herself out of the sphere of demonic energy. She spins, the sickening taste of the demon's power lingering on her tongue as a reminder of how powerless she is against this foe.
Already the red demon has recovered, eyes flashing with nasty hate as it glares at the angel from over it's shoulder.
"You think you can best me?" It snarls, turning slowly – hunched on all fours. "You think you can beat the devil's right hand?" The demon roars, turning heads from nearly a third of the vast battlefield. "You can never beat me!" It bellows, launching itself. Elsa never stood a chance.
Ringing fills her not-quite-formed ears, and she stares up at the fuming beast on top of her, wondering why it's so difficult to breathe.
Crunch.
Well,—Elsa thinks, more of her not-completely-formed bones cracking with every blow the demon rains down—that solves that question. Her vision blurs. Her touch with reality wavers. She thinks she coughs up blood, but she can't remember.
Crack.
She's not quite sure what breaks in her this time, but she's sure it can't be anything good. Her thought is further confirmed when no more blows land. She must be malleable enough now to taint without resistance. Lovely.
One second ticks by. Then two. Five. Ten.
Elsa forces a bruised eye open, wondering if the demon wants to see the look in her eyes when it pours demonic energy into her . . . only to find the beast gone. A foreign but welcome energy fills her, healing her wounds. She glances towards the source shakily, still recovering from a near-death beating and minor taint. She's honestly not sure which one's worse.
Archangel Shang smiles, care sparkling gently in his eyes. The beautiful sight nearly brings Elsa to tears.
"I have never been so happy to see you." Elsa warbles, solidifying her body and dismissing her wings into nonexistence. Shang's smile widens and he lays a hand on Elsa's forehead, his energy reaching forward, searching.
"The sight of you nearly broke my heart." The man admits, banishing Elsa's taint and working on equalizing her energy levels. "I thought we lost you, and we would have if we'd shown up a second later." Elsa gives the man a questioning look.
"We?" She questions. Shang nods, his hand keeping the woman from looking around to find his backup.
"They're keeping little red sunshine occupied so I can help you. I'm going to join them after, but your protection is compromised; you're going have to go to the front." He retracts his hand and Elsa glances around, seeing archangels Mulan and Merida blasting the elite demon with celestial shots – being smart and attacking from a distance. "It's for the best." Shang continues, standing. He holds out a hand and helps Elsa to her feet. "There are still high demons lurking about, and the angel ranks need one of us to help keep the beasts from overwhelming them." His eyes flick to the elite demon's black wings, fluttering in rage. Elsa follows his gaze.
"It won't be fun." She says, changing the topic as her own solo attempt against the monster surfaces like an open wound. "You'll have an easier chance with the three of you, though – so go help them. Those two need you so Red Sunshine doesn't overwhelm them."
A dreadful howl cuts through the air, piercing and deafening. The entire battlefield stills, turning in the direction of Red Sunshine.
The demon claws at the ground, screaming its throat raw. A booming laugh from behind it sounds – a dreadful grating of despair characteristic of a demon by birth. It wears stunning clothes with an eighteenth century flare and an unnecessarily long tailcoat. It's hair is as red as Red Sunshine's skin, with sideburns that have no place in the current century. Not that demons care about that sort of thing.
"Funny meeting you here." The demon says, a cruel smile twisting it's lips. Red Sunshine screeches, it's demon form slowly dissolving away with the smell of burning volcanic rock. It still claws at the ground, as if doing so would take it's pain away. The eighteenth century looking demon barks a laugh, the sound brutal, vicious and without a hint of warmth. It holds up a small empty bottle. "I see you're taking to my present marvellously."
"Hans!" Red Sunshine roars, it's voice a curious mix of human-formed-demon and fully-transformed-demon. "What did you do?" It howlers, drawing the undivided attention of the demons surrounding them. They want to see if their hierarchy is changing. Hans—the devil's left hand and the official torturer of eternal hell—grins – an inhuman, sadistic twist of the lips to show it's pristine, sparkling white teeth.
Hans throws the bottle forward, shattering at one Red Sunshine's smoking demonic hands. The demon takes a long whiff and stiffens, it's rage coming back full force. It shrieks and whips on the weaker elite demon. Hans's eyes widen and it back peddles, rightfully fearful of the half-transformed demon.
Red Sunshine grips Hans around the throat and roars, spittle flying from it's mouth and into Hans's face. The weaker elite demon pales, scrambling to remove the fingers around it's neck.
"I'll kill you!" Red Sunshine bellows, demonic energy leaking from it's every pour. Demonic energy, Elsa notes, that's noticeably weaker than it was during their earlier fight. "I'll rip open your fucking skull and eat your brains just so I know your dead!" The chilling words combined with the lore of the Fallen makes the threat all the more unsettling, but that's exactly what the demon wants.
Red Sunshine slams Hans into the ground over and over and over again, then twice more for good measure. The devil's right hand grabs Hans's skull with both hands and pulls with all it's weakening might, cracking it in two as easily as splitting an egg.
One of Hans's high demons blasts Red Sunshine back and away from it's master. Red Sunshine struggles to it's knees, now in full human form with twin braids, a black t-shirt, a green hoodie, black cargo pants and fluffy green socks with snowmen on them.
"Hans," Red Sunshine croaks, "when I get back, I'm going to force you into the eternal torture you yourself oversee; and I'm going to make sure it hurts. Whenever I can't sleep, I'll tune into your torture room and drift away on the sweet melody of your screams." Even weakened and sounding like it was punched in the throat, Red Sunshine's words make the newly healed Hans pale in fear. It tries to cover it with a cocky smile.
"You don't seem to get it, do you?" It asks, examining one of it's starched white gloves. "Boss man is pulling your force back with orders to leave behind the injured who are too . . . inconvenient, and I think you match that bill perfectly."
"You bastard!" Red Sunshine snarls. "You know full well that I can recover from this and become just as effective as I was before. I am not an inconvenience – I'm the most powerful Fallen the devil has besides himself! Don't you dare refute that!" Hans barks a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Anna, I can't hear you over the sound of the archangels of Justice dragging you away and locking you up."
Red Sunshine—Anna—stills, a horrified look overcoming it's features. It's chest starts heaving, close to hyperventilating. "Help me!" It demands, reaching out to it's nearest high demon. The high demon takes a step forward only to pause at Hans's tsking.
Hans's hand glows a demonic black, the colour of a demon by birth. "It would be tragic if your high officers perished trying to save you from your angelic captors, wouldn't it?"
Anna cries out in despair, desperation taking hold. It tries using demonic energy to fight back, but it barely summons enough to light a candle. Hans is the most powerful demon on the field now, and the others will fall in line behind it despite their prior allegiance.
"Only I can hold my territory!" Anna bellows, frantic as Hans and the rest of the demons start retreating. No one pauses. "None of you are strong enough to hold my territory!" It shouts, despair seeping into it's words. "Hell will lose it's hold on over a quarter of the mental territory we use to thrive! You're going to throw away everything my accomplishments have achieved because you want me out of the way? You'll never be able to get it back! No angel as high ranking as I was will be stupid enough to Fall ever again! Damn it, Hans, you're going to lose everything!"
But the elite demon summons a portal and leaves, all the demons disappearing with him.
Anna whimpers, turning it's wide, fearful eyes at the four archangels lined behind it. Elsa cocks her head curiously, wonder filling her at how quickly the demon's confidence fled with it's power. Most demons they capture retain the same attitude after their power is removed. Anna, however, is . . . certainly an uncommon case.
"Well,"—Mulan says, summoning a pair of celestial cuffs and taking a step forward—"I think it's past due for bringing little red sunshine in for judgement."
"No!" Anna pleads, turning and scrambling back on it's hands. "Please!" It begs, tears willing in it's eyes. Elsa notes the water makes the new teal of it's irises stick out. The demon has uncommonly soulful eyes. Must be from being a Fallen.
"Devil, protect me!" Anna sobs, wincing and grabbing it's chest as whatever Hans hit it with kicks in again. Mulan grabs the demon's wrists and methodically slams on the cuffs. Merida comes in from behind and inserts a ball of celestial energy at the base of Anna's neck, preventing it's demonic force from returning when the poison—or whatever—wears off.
"Please don't hurt me." Anna weeps, drawing its knees up and hiding its face in them. Mulan sends Elsa a curious look and Elsa frowns, just as lost.
"You've killed countless." Shang says, filling the silence. "You've advanced hell's influence a staggering quarter of the whole, and you've tainted every angel you have ever encountered. This is the weakest you've been since you fell seven thousand years ago, and we're not going to let you free for showing a thread of humanity. You are going to be brought before the judges of Justice for your fate to be decided."
Anna glances up, it's nostrils flaring as it glares at the male archangel through watery eyes.
"The angels of Justice." Red Sunshine spits, it's typical venom diminished but still potent. It glances around at the gathering angels, it's scowl deepening. "You're a pitiable lot. I was doing your brethren a favour by tainting those in your rank. The other angels only got hurt because Justice angels convinced them to help in a battle that wasn't theirs. I never hurt them as much as I hurt those in your ranks." Anna's dangerous eyes relock with Shang's. "If it wasn't for Justice, I never would have fallen in the first place."
Anna thrusts it's hands forward, showing the celestial cuffs with ire. "Do you think I wanted to Fall?" It shouts. "Do you think I wanted to become a demon? Do you think I fucking wanted any of this? No! What angel would want this? Not even every demon wants this! So fuck you, and fuck your blame, because none of this would have happened if it wasn't for you!"
Merida shifts uneasily, glancing to Elsa for guidance – unsure what to think of the information. Elsa hasn't heard of any of this, but that doesn't make it a truth or a lie; simply an uncertainty. In the end, whether it's true or not, the elite demon needs to answer for it's crimes.
"Take it to prison." Elsa says. Mulan and Merida nod, going to either side of the beast. Anna's eyes flash and it snarls nastily.
"Righting your own wrong with a justice just as jaded? How very typical." The demon growls.
"Heaven is pure." Shang reminds the demon, mystified. "It is incapable of being jaded." Anna unexpectedly relaxes, it's face turning thoughtful.
"Oh, right." It whispers, softly. "I almost forgot. It's been a long time." Anna glances up to Shang and shrugs. "Maybe I have hope yet."
Mulan and Merida disappear with the demon, leaving the two archangels by themselves to command the remaining angels.
"I doubt it, but you never know." Shang breathes. Elsa hums, her thoughts elsewhere as she stares at the place the demon used to be.
"I wonder what discipline it used to be; it certainly has enough power to reside in one." Elsa contemplates. Shang glances at her.
"Does it matter?" He questions, confused. Elsa shrugs.
"Not really." She admits, raising her gaze and scanning the faces waiting for direction. "I was just curious if it's tale was true and, if so, what it did to break those rules badly enough for the angels of Justice to sever it's wings."
With a soft sigh, Elsa gestures upwards with one hand and, in a blink of an eye, disappears. The other angels start following suit, all of them going home to heal and purify themselves. Shang glances back to where the demon once sat, mulling over Elsa's words. With a shrug, he goes home with his brethren.
If Anna broke the rules badly enough to get it's link to heaven severed, then it had to of done something to deserved it.