Cyrriel knelt in the ice before Lucifer, the cold seeping in through the tattered robes he wore as a Fallen. "Dominus, what would you have me do?" he said, his voice quivering not only because of the chill but also because of the awe of being summoned to the lowest pits to face Lucifer. The shackles that chained the Dominus were still holding, but he could feel the tainted Angelic magic that the Dominus still had working to degrade them. "Rise, Cyrriel, brother. Allow me to kiss your cheek" said Lucifer. It was a gesture of brotherhood, and a gesture that to the Fallen meant support. When Cyrriel drew back, there was a strange light in Lucifer's eyes as he gazed upon the lesser Fallen. "I have seen you often sitting at the edge of the Malebolge, gazing up. I have seen your tears. I have seen your yearning sighs to help man on the surface. This is your chance." "I am not sure what you mean, Dominus." Cyrriel quaked in apprehension. The gears in his mind were whirring, he wondered if Lucifer would actually give him the chance to help mankind as he yearned to do. "Cyrriel, you will have the chance to help mankind. There are others of the Fallen already out there. It is time for Hell to fight back. Yet the place you will go is sorely lacking of assistance. Mankind needs you. You will shed your wings and your robes and your name. You will become human and walk amongst them. Guide them. Abaddon will visit you every so often to ask how your mission goes. Do your best not to fail, Cyrriel. Every victory is a victory much needed." "I will not fail, Dominus. Failing mankind once was terrible enough. I shan't fail once more." Cyrriel looked up and out of the pit, determined to achieve redemption. "Come, kiss me that you might begin at once." Cyrriel walked up to Lucifer and took the Dominus' lips in his own. With their lips locked, the winds that blew across the Coccyx converged on Cyrriel. His feathers all fell away and his wings melted into his back. Whatever remained of his radiance vanished and his skin turned into pinkish human flesh. His robes began to unravel and when he was standing stark naked atop the Coccyx, he vanished in a brilliant flash of light.