"Kellyn." Cyborg knocked on her door. "Open up."
"Go away Cyborg." She replied. "I just want to be left alone."
"I know something's up Kellyn."
"Cyborg," Raven appeared next to him. "She's not the type to share." Cyborg looked at the empath and shrugged, walking back to the living room.
"Kellyn." Raven said. "I felt very strong magic. What's going on?"
"I don't want to talk." Raven opened the door and saw Kellyn on the floor, her knees to her chest and the gems around her neck and on her finger glowing a blinding yellow light.
"I told you I don't want to talk." The words came out almost a growl.
"What the hell is that?" She asked, referring to the light. "What's going on." Kellyn squeezed her eyes shut and the light died down.
"Get out." She said, standing from the floor. "What's going on with me is none of your concern. All that should matter to you is that I'm researching this weapon." She turned away from Raven and pulled a book off the shelf. Her tomes had been protected from the fire by spells. She had retrieved them a few nights go.
"How is that going by the way?" The empath asked.
"Everything I've looked at is a dead end. The Angels are useless." She placed the book on the bed and opened it.
"Maybe my books can help." Raven offered. "What are we looking for exactly?"
"Dante's blade." She flipped through the pages like she had a thousand times before. "My books don't say anything about how to get it."
"Dante's blade? I've read about that."
"You have?"
"I'll be back." She disappeared down the hall, returning moments later with an old, leather bound book.
"Here." She opened the book to an illustration of a warrior wielding a fiery sword.
"The sword resides in hell." Kellyn sighed, running her hands through her hair. "How are we supposed to get it?"
"Do you by chance know any summoning spells?" Raven asked.
"Maybe." She went back over to her shelf and pulled another book. She flipped through until she found the page she was looking for.
"Raven." She said. "We have a plan."