Chapter 157
Arc 10 - Ch 6: Body Snatcher
3000 B.C.
Location: Hell
Tyson raised both hands, palms out. "Amy, wait. Just wait a second."
The fallen angel stood near the window. The sorrow was still there, but something harder sat underneath it now.
She's already decided, he thought. We're just listening to the speech first.
"You don't have to do this," Jessica said, shifting to the side, opening the angle between herself and Tyson. "Whatever Mephisto promised you, there has to be another way."
Amy's laugh was soft and bitter. "Another way? I've searched for thousands of years. Every path. Every method. Every power that would listen." Steady. Controlled. "There is no other way. Only this."
"He's lying to you," Tyson said. "Mephisto doesn't help people. He doesn't keep promises. He twists them, corrupts them, turns them into something that serves him."
"I know what he is." Amy didn't blink. "But I also understand desperation." She took a step forward. "You felt it yourself, didn't you? When you made your deal? That moment when you realize you'll do anything, sacrifice anything, to save the people you love?"
Jessica went still beside him.
Yeah. That one landed.
"That's different," Tyson said.
"Is it?" Amy tilted her head. "You're willing to betray your friend's trust, to deliver someone to Hell, all to save someone you love. I'm willing to take what I need from you to save myself." She paused. "We're not so different, Valravn. Both of us are making impossible choices in impossible situations."
Tyson's jaw clenched. She was right, and that made it worse. He couldn't claim moral high ground when he'd just agreed to Mephisto's terms. Couldn't condemn her for doing exactly what he was doing.
But he could still try to stop her.
"Your spark of divinity won't get you back to Heaven," Jessica said. "Think about it. You were cast out for questioning, for wanting experiences beyond your nature. Taking something by force, stealing from someone who doesn't deserve it, that's not redemption. That's just another fall."
"You don't understand." Amy's voice dropped low, raw. "You've never stood in His presence. Never felt that light, that purpose. You've never had it ripped away and spent thousands of years wandering in darkness."
She moved closer.
"I was created to serve. To sing. That was my purpose, my entire reason for existing. Without it, I'm nothing. Just a broken thing drifting through eternity with no home, no place, no meaning."
The anguish hit him without needing enhanced senses. The pain of someone who'd lost everything that defined them. He knew that kind of desperation. Knew what it drove people to do.
"I get it," he said quietly. "I understand what it's like to feel broken. To think you're beyond redemption, beyond saving. But taking my divinity won't fix you. It'll just make you into something else. Something worse."
Amy stopped a few feet away. Close enough that he could see her hands trembling at her sides, tears building.
"You're wrong." Her voice cracked. "This is my only chance. Mephisto showed me the path. Acquire divinity. Prove myself worthy. Return to Heaven."
"It's a lie," Jessica said. "He's using you. Whatever he promised, whatever he showed you, it's designed to serve his purposes. Not yours."
Amy's jaw set. "Then I'll use him right back. I'll take what I need and find my own way to redemption."
Tyson's spider-sense kept screaming. Amy hadn't attacked yet, but she'd made her decision. Committed. Nothing they said would change that.
Unless they gave her something better.
"What if we helped you?" Tyson asked. "What if we found another way to get you back to Heaven? One that doesn't require stealing from me?"
Amy's laugh cut the air. "You? Help me? You just made a deal with the devil to save your friend. You're planning to deliver an innocent person to Hell. What makes you think you have the moral authority to help anyone?"
That one hurt. Worse because it was true.
She wasn't wrong.
"I know that the choices we make in those moments define us," he said anyway. "Not our powers. Our choices. You can choose to be the angel who fell because she wanted to understand mortals, who questioned because she cared. Or you can choose to be the angel who stole and murdered to get what she wanted."
"Don't you dare judge me." Amy's voice shook with fury. "You have no idea what I've endured. Centuries of isolation. Constant rejection. The slow erosion of everything I was. You've lived, what, a few decades? I've suffered for millennia."
"Then don't let that suffering turn you into the thing Heaven was right to cast out," Jessica said. "Prove them wrong. Show them that your questions, your curiosity, your desire to understand, those things made you better, not worse."
Amy's hands clenched into fists. "How? How do I prove that when they won't even listen? When the gates stay closed no matter what I do?"
"By being better than this," Tyson said. "By choosing compassion over violence. By helping instead of taking. By showing that your fall taught you something valuable instead of just breaking you."
The fallen angel stood motionless. Tears ran down her face. Her whole body trembled with the effort of holding herself back.
"I can't," she whispered. "I can't keep hoping. I can't keep trying and failing and wandering in darkness. This is my chance. My only chance. And I'm taking it."
Her form shifted. The beautiful woman dissolved like smoke, revealing something underneath. Something massive and terrible and broken. Wings shattered and burned. A presence that pressed against him like a wall.
This was Amy. The real Amy. What five thousand years of exile had made her.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice echoing with power that shook the walls. "But I'm going home. No matter what it costs."
Amy didn't hesitate.
She knew Tyson's weakness. Mephisto had spelled it out during their preparations. His weakness was the people he loved. A point he wouldn't negotiate, wouldn't compromise on, wouldn't think rationally about.
So Amy didn't attack Tyson.
She attacked Jessica.
The fallen angel crossed the distance in a heartbeat. Her hand reached for Jessica's throat, fingers that could crush steel closing on air.
Tyson's ferrokinesis latched onto Jessica's adamantium suit, yanking her sideways hard enough to slam her into the bookshelf. Books scattered as Jessica crashed through the wood, but she was alive. Breathing. Safe.
For now.
He summoned Nexus into his hand, the soulsword materializing with a flash of silver light. Lunged forward, driving the blade toward Amy's exposed side.
The fallen angel held out her hand.
A spear appeared in her grip, materializing from nothing. Light traced along its eight feet of length.
Oh, great.
Amy thrust the spear forward, forcing Tyson to parry with Nexus. The impact sent vibrations up his arm, the force far greater than her slender form suggested. She followed with a spinning strike that came at his head.
He ducked. The blade passed inches from his scalp.
Thousands of years of exile. Of course she can fight. What else was she going to do with all that time, take up watercolors?
He summoned Mjolnir to his other hand.
The hammer appeared with a crack of thunder. He swung it at Amy's midsection while blocking her next thrust with Nexus. The hammer connected with her ribs, sending her stumbling backward.
She recovered instantly, wings spreading wide to catch her balance.
Tyson pressed the advantage, driving forward with both weapons. The spear's reach dictated the distance, the shaft redirecting Mjolnir while the blade kept Nexus at bay. Her wings swept wide, creating a barrier that kept Jessica circling the edges, unable to find an opening.
Amy fought with tireless patience, each strike designed not to finish him but to wear him down.
He caught her next thrust with Nexus, trapping the spear's blade against the soulsword. Brought Mjolnir down on the shaft, trying to break the weapon. The spear held.
Amy yanked backward, pulling him off balance.
Her wing came around in a sweep that caught him across the chest. The impact sent him crashing through the desk. Wood splintered. Papers scattered. He rolled clear of the spear thrust that punched through the wreckage where his head had been.
He came up swinging, Mjolnir leading in a horizontal arc.
Amy blocked with her spear, but Tyson was already channeling power through the hammer. Lightning erupted from Mjolnir's head, a brilliant arc of electricity that slammed into the fallen angel.
Amy screamed. Her body convulsed as lightning traced along her wings, highlighting every broken feather, every shattered bone. Skin blistered and burned, smoke rising from the points of contact.
He poured more power into the attack, drawing on Mjolnir's connection to the storm. Thunder shook the office as lightning hammered into Amy, each bolt brighter than the last.
Her scream turned into something inhuman, a sound that cracked the walls and shattered the windows. Her form flickered between the beautiful woman and the monstrous thing underneath.
She didn't fall.
Amy's hand shot out, grabbing the lightning itself. Her fingers closed around the electrical arc, containing the power, dragging it toward herself.
"I survived the fall from Heaven itself. Do you really think lightning will stop me?"
She yanked hard, pulling Tyson forward by his connection to Mjolnir. Her spear came up, the blade aimed directly at his heart.
He didn't fight the pull.
Instead, he pushed everything he had into speeding it up.
Spider-sense mapped the incoming strike. Trajectory. Angle. The exact microsecond the blade would punch through his chest. One narrow window of survival.
His ferrokinesis latched onto every scrap of metal in his body. Adamantium skeleton. Armor weave. Weapons. He couldn't access Hell's magnetic fields, couldn't draw on natural currents like he would on Earth. But he could manipulate himself.
He yanked hard on his own skeleton, accelerating his forward momentum beyond what Amy's pull created. The sudden increase in speed caught her off guard. She flinched as Tyson rocketed toward her far faster than she'd anticipated.
He twisted his torso. The blade scraped across his ribs, the screech of metal on metal filling the office. But the strike passed harmlessly.
Amy tried to pull back, to create distance.
Too late. He was already inside her guard.
Nexus came up in a vicious arc aimed at her neck. Amy barely got the spear's shaft up in time, blocking with a clash that sent sparks flying.
But Tyson had a second weapon.
He released Mjolnir and hurled the hammer with everything his enhanced muscles could generate. Ferrokinesis added force, accelerating it beyond what physical strength alone could achieve.
Mjolnir became a blur.
The hammer caught Amy in the chest before she could react. The impact lifted her off her feet, sending her crashing backward through the window. Glass exploded outward as her body punched through the frame, wings flailing as she tumbled into the air outside.
He recalled Mjolnir and launched himself through the broken window after her.
Amy recovered mid-fall, wings snapping out to catch the air. Her spear stretched impossibly long, the blade extending, reach advantage magnified by the open sky. Tyson threw himself sideways on his own ferrokinesis, yanking his armor to shift trajectory, and the blade passed close enough to break his skin. He hit her damaged wing with lightning and sent her spinning, but she righted herself and came back hard. For a few terrible seconds they spiraled through the air trading blows faster than thought, the ground rushing up to meet them with the patience of something that knew they'd arrive eventually.
Amy pulled her spear back for one massive thrust, light gathering along the blade until it hurt to look at. All or nothing. One final strike to end it before they hit the ground.
He stopped fighting gravity. Ferrokinesis released its hold on his armor, and he dropped like a stone. The charged thrust passed through empty air where he'd been.
He hit the ground hard. His adamantium skeleton absorbed most of the impact, but the landing still drove the air from his lungs.
Amy followed a heartbeat later, wings spreading wide to slow her descent. She landed in a crouch twenty feet away, spear ready. The weapon still glowed with gathered power.
He pushed himself to his feet, Nexus and Mjolnir ready. Still standing. Still fighting.
Amy looked worse.
Broken wing bones showed beneath torn skin. Burns covered her arms and chest. Blood dripped from a dozen cuts. She was still standing. She regenerated too, just not at the rate Tyson did.
"You can't win this," Amy said. "I've endured things that would break lesser beings. I will not be stopped. Not when I'm this close."
"Then I'll just have to try harder."
Her laugh was bitter, broken. "You don't understand. This isn't about winning or losing. This is about survival. About purpose. About finally going home." She raised her spear. "I'm sorry, Valravn. But I'm taking what I need. Even if I have to kill you to get it."
Adamantium registered in Tyson's metal senses. Jessica's suit, a bright point in his awareness, moving down the exterior of Mephisto's tower. Descending rapidly, using webbing to rappel along the building's face.
Close. Maybe thirty feet above them.
Just need a few more seconds.
"You keep saying you want to go home," he said, shifting his stance. "But Heaven cast you out for asking questions. For wanting to understand. What makes you think they'll take you back?"
Amy's grip tightened on her spear. "Because I'll prove my worth. I'll show them that I've learned, that my fall wasn't weakness."
"By murdering someone innocent?" Tyson stepped left, angling his position. "By stealing a soul that doesn't belong to you? That's not strength. That's just more of the same desperation that got you cast out in the first place."
Her wings twitched. "You know nothing about it."
Tyson's ferrokinesis reached out, invisible and silent. Two opposing magnetic fields, perfectly aligned, with enough space between them to accelerate his weapons to devastating speeds.
"I know what it means to lose someone," he said. "To watch them die and be powerless to stop it. To carry that weight every single day."
The first field locked into place behind Amy. Invisible.
"Then you understand why I can't stop," she said. "Why I won't stop."
The second field formed between them. A magnetic corridor. Anything ferromagnetic passing through it would reach incredible speeds.
Jessica was almost in position. He kept his face neutral.
"There's always another way," Tyson said. "Always another choice."
"Not for me." Amy raised her spear, light gathering along its length. "Not anymore."
Jessica dropped from above.
Webbing fired mid-fall, the sticky strands wrapping around Amy's ankles and adhering to the ground. The strands pulled taut, binding her legs together.
Amy looked down.
Tyson released the magnetic railgun.
Mjolnir shot forward like a bullet. The hammer accelerated through the magnetic corridor, the opposing fields propelling it faster than any throw could achieve. Lightning crackled along its surface, the charge building as the weapon rocketed toward its target.
Amy reacted with supernatural speed. Her spear came around in a desperate parry, the blade intercepting Mjolnir's trajectory.
The weapons collided with a thunderous crack.
Lightning exploded outward. The electrical discharge arced through Amy's spear, the weapon conducting current directly into her body. Thousands of volts. Her muscles locked up instantly. Wings went rigid. Hands clenched around the spear's shaft. Her entire body seized, frozen by the overwhelming current.
Her scream died in her throat.
Nexus was already moving, launching through the magnetic corridor a fraction of a second after Mjolnir. The soulsword became a silver blur, trailing displaced air in its wake. Amy's eyes tracked the incoming weapon. She knew what was coming. But her body wouldn't respond. Lightning had turned her into a living statue.
Nexus struck her chest dead center.
The monomolecular edge punched through her sternum without resistance. The blade carved through bone and tissue, driven by momentum that no amount of angelic durability could withstand. The soulsword's enchantments flared to life, cutting through whatever magical protections surrounded her form.
The blade found her heart.
The soulsword continued its trajectory, exiting Amy's back and slamming into the tower wall behind her.
The impact drove the blade deep into the stone. Nexus buried itself six inches into the wall, pinning Amy like an insect in a collection. Her feet tore through Jessica's webbing as her body jerked upward.
The lightning finally dissipated.
Amy gasped, body convulsing. Blood poured from the wound, running down the blade. Her spear clattered from nerveless fingers, hitting the ground with a sound like breaking glass.
Her wings beat weakly, trying to pull her free. Nexus held firm, anchored in both her body and the wall.
Tyson recalled Mjolnir. The hammer flew back to his grip, still crackling with electricity. He walked forward slowly, watching Amy struggle against the sword pinning her in place.
Jessica landed beside him. "Is she..."
"Not dead. Angels don't die that easily. But she's not going anywhere."
Amy found his eyes. The fight had drained out of her. What was left looked like relief. Blood continued to pour from the wound, but her regeneration was already working. Tissue knitting around the blade, her body trying to heal despite the foreign object in her heart.
"You... you actually did it," Amy whispered. "You stopped me."
Tyson stepped closer, Mjolnir ready. "I told you. There's always another choice."
Her laugh was wet, broken. "Not for me. Never for me." Her head sagged forward, hair falling across her face. "And this is how it ends. Pinned to a wall in Hell by someone who doesn't even understand what he's protecting."
"I understand enough."
Her wings drooped, the broken appendages hanging limp. "No. You don't." Each word cost her something. "But it doesn't matter anymore."
Tyson wound back with Mjolnir, muscles tensing for the killing blow. The hammer crackled with lightning, ready to end this.
Jessica caught his arm.
Her grip was firm, stopping the swing before it could build momentum.
"Tyson, look at her. Is this really right?"
His jaw clenched. "She tried to kill me. Tried to steal my soul."
"I know." She didn't release his arm. "But look at her. Really look."
He made himself focus on Amy instead of his anger. The fallen angel hung limply from Nexus, supported only by the blade through her chest. Blood had soaked through her clothes, pooling pale and bright beneath her. Wings dragging. Tears running down her face.
She looked like someone who had already lost a long time ago and just realized it.
Nothing like the warrior who'd attacked him minutes ago.
"I've been falling forever," Amy whispered, unfocused, staring at something only she could see. "Never stopping. Never landing. Just... falling."
Jessica's grip on his arm tightened. "She's not a demon. She's not evil. She's just lost."
"She's dangerous," Tyson said. But the conviction wasn't there.
"So are we." Jessica stepped between him and Amy, forcing him to look at her instead. "So are you. Does that mean someone should put you down?"
He lowered Mjolnir slightly. "That's different."
"How? Because you're on the right side? Because your reasons are better?" She gestured at Amy. "She asked questions. That was her crime. She wanted to understand creation, to know why things were the way they were. And Heaven cast her out for it. What's the cost of a soul? Will you be paying it, for your own, if you kill her?"
Amy's head lifted slightly in surprise.
"I just wanted to understand." Fresh tears. "I didn't mean to defy them. I didn't mean to fall. I just... I needed to know."
Great. The ancient celestial being is crying. And Jessica's giving me that look. The one that means I'm about to do the right thing.
"What happens if I let you live?" Tyson asked.
Amy stared at him. "What?"
"If I pull this sword out. If I let you go. What happens then?"
"I... I don't know. I hadn't thought past this moment."
Jessica glanced at him. "You're actually considering this?"
"I don't know what I'm considering." He lowered Mjolnir completely, letting the hammer hang at his side. "But you're right. Killing her feels wrong. She's not a threat anymore. She's just... broken."
"I'm still dangerous," Amy said. A warning. "Even wounded, even pinned, I'm still an angel."
"But you won't attack us again," Jessica said.
Amy's wings drooped further. "No. I won't. I've lost. The soul is beyond my reach. There's nothing left to fight for."
"Heaven won't take you back," Tyson said. "Even if you had succeeded. Even if you'd stolen my soul and offered it as tribute. They still wouldn't have opened the gates."
Her eyes closed. "I know. I've always known, deep down. But I had to try. Because the alternative was accepting that I'll be falling forever."
Jessica moved closer to her. "What if there was another way? Not back to Heaven, but forward. Toward something new."
Amy's eyes opened. "What do you mean?"
"Stop trying to go back. Stop trying to undo the fall. Accept what happened and build something different." Jessica glanced at Tyson. "Find a new purpose. One that doesn't depend on Heaven's approval."
Amy's face crumpled. "I don't know how. I've spent so long trying to return home. I don't know how to be anything else."
"Then learn," Tyson said. The words surprised him, but they felt right. "You wanted knowledge. You fell because you asked questions. So keep asking. Keep learning. Find out who you are now instead of trying to reclaim who you were."
Amy stared at him, tears streaming freely. "You would let me live? After everything I've done? Everything I tried to do?"
Tyson looked at Jessica, saw the answer he already knew he'd give reflected back at him. He thought about Illyana, about redemption and second chances. About how many people had given him opportunities he probably didn't deserve.
"Yeah," he said. "I would."
He walked up to the pinned Amy and gripped Nexus's hilt. The soulsword's enchantments pulsed under his palm, recognizing its master. He pulled.
The blade slid free with a wet sound. Luminous blood spurted from the wound, painting the ground in bright droplets. Amy gasped, her body convulsing as the foreign object left her chest. The hole in her sternum was visible for a moment, a perfect circular wound showing glimpses of bone and damaged tissue.
Then her regeneration kicked in.
Flesh began knitting together, the edges of the wound pulling closed. Bone reformed, the broken sternum rebuilding cell by cell. Slower than Tyson's healing factor. More methodical. Each layer reconstructing itself, muscle over bone, skin over muscle. The stream of blood weakened as veins and arteries sealed themselves.
Tyson stepped back, Nexus still in hand.
Jessica wrapped her arms around him from behind. "You made the right decision," she said. "You're a good man."
Tyson closed his eyes and leaned into Jessica's hold. The weight of the fight, the anger, the desperation, it eased slightly in her arms. He'd been so focused on the goal, on getting a body for Madelyne, that he'd nearly killed someone who didn't deserve it.
"We can't save Madelyne. We can't save Jean," Tyson said. The words tasted like defeat.
Not just defeat. The end of the path. He could see it behind his closed eyes. The ship. Jean waiting behind that helmet. The way she'd look at him when he came back empty-handed. She wouldn't say anything. She'd nod, and the nod would be worse than anything she could've said, because it would mean she'd expected this. That she'd always known the part of herself she'd buried deepest was the part nobody would bother to dig up. The part no one could help.
And Madelyne. Still locked behind what remained of Xavier's walls, still curled in the lowest cell of Jean's mind, still waiting. Every deal, every fight, every step into Hell had been a promise that someone was coming for her. That the banished, unwanted, too-much piece of Jean Grey was worth saving.
He'd broken that promise.
Not through cowardice or failure in combat, but through mercy. He'd chosen to let Amy live, and that was the right choice, and the right choice had cost him the only path forward he could see, and now Madelyne would stay in the dark, and it would be because Tyson had been good instead of effective. If he was even good. The worst part was that mercy had closed the only door he could find. He'd done the right thing. He'd also made a deal with Mephisto. He'd traded a piece of his future, Gwen Stacy's future if he was honest about the cost, for the tools to save Madelyne. He'd looked at a broken angel pinned to a wall and chosen not to end her, and that choice felt true in his bones in a way that killing her never would have. But true didn't mean good. True didn't mean Madelyne woke up. True didn't mean he could sit across from Jean on that ship and tell her he was ready to help.
Jessica's arms tightened around him. "The devil tried to tempt you into killing a fallen angel. And you didn't. No matter what happens next, you won that one."
Won. Sure. Tell that to the girl in the dark.
He opened his eyes, watching Amy continue to heal. The fallen angel had slumped against the wall, wings dragging on the ground. Blood still stained her clothes, pale and faintly glowing, but the wound had closed completely. Only smooth, unmarred skin remained where Nexus had pierced her heart.
It was strange; her body healed, but her wings, her wings didn't.
Amy's breathing steadied. She pushed herself upright, testing her body's responses. Her wings flexed experimentally. "What will you do now?" she asked. "Your friend, how will you help her?"
Tyson thought about it. There had to be some way. Mephisto couldn't just dangle Amy in front of him, expecting Tyson to kill her. That couldn't be the deal he'd made. The devil was cunning and manipulative, but he kept to the letter of his agreements.
So what was the letter?
What had Mephisto said exactly?
The conversation replayed in his mind, word for word.
"Do we have an agreement? The knowledge you need to access your divine nature, to perform any ritual required, to control the forces of life and death, and so on. Plus a body worthy of Madelyne, ageless and powerful. In exchange for pursuing Gwen Stacy and bringing me someone brilliant in magic or science… let's say, before Thanos arrives on Earth."
A body worthy of Madelyne. Not Amy's body. Not a specific body. Just a body.
"He never said Amy was the body," Tyson said aloud.
Jessica pulled back slightly, arms loosening. "So what body did he mean then?"
Tyson held out his hand. His ferrokinesis reached up into the tower, finding the familiar signature of adamantium. He pulled. The adamantium skeleton of Whiteclaw came sailing down from an upper floor. The skeleton descended smoothly, guided by Tyson's magnetic manipulation, and stopped nearby, hovering three feet off the ground.
The skull's empty eye sockets stared at nothing. The ribcage hung suspended, each rib perfectly preserved. The finger bones still bore the extended claws, six-inch blades of adamantium that Tyson had bonded to Whiteclaw before sending her to hunt demons.
"Calypso taught me a ritual to restore a body to perfect condition," Tyson said, gesturing at the skeleton. "Mephisto gave me the knowledge to complete it. He left Whiteclaw's bones. When adamantium bonds to bone, it becomes adamantium beta, but it's still biological tissue, not inert metal. If I do the ritual, returning it to its previous condition, it'll be an ageless, powerful body."
Jessica stared at the floating skeleton. "That sneaky devil."
"He never lied. He offered a body worthy of Madelyne, ageless and powerful. Whiteclaw was a demon. Immortal, strong. It was our original plan." He looked at the skeleton, seeing the potential. "Mephisto just let me assume he meant Amy. Let me think that I'd have to kill a fallen angel to get what I needed. When I had it all along."
Classic devil move. Don't lie. Don't even mislead. Just let the human do the misleading for you.
Amy pushed off from the wall. "You are merciful and clever."
"If I were clever, I would've seen the solution before it ever led to a fight." Tyson recalled Nexus to his soul, the soulsword vanishing from his grip. He approached the floating skeleton, examining it more closely. The adamantium coating was flawless. Every bone intact, perfectly preserved. Whiteclaw's body had been powerful in life. With the adamantium enhancement and Madelyne's psychic abilities, she would be formidable.
"The ritual requires specific components," he said, thinking through what Calypso had taught him. "Blood from the caster. A sacrifice of life energy. And a focus to channel the restoration magic."
Jessica moved to stand beside him. "You have all of that. Your blood, your life force, and Nexus as a focus."
Tyson nodded slowly. It wasn't exactly as Jess said, but he could perform the ritual, restore Whiteclaw's body to its living state. Then use the knowledge Mephisto had given him to transfer Madelyne's consciousness into the restored form.
It would work. It had to work.
Amy stepped closer, cautious. "You would use demon remains to house your friend's soul?"
"Madelyne isn't exactly pure herself," Tyson said. "She's the darker half of my friend, Jean, the part that was suppressed and locked away. She's got anger, passion, and power that Jean was never allowed to express. A demon's body might actually suit her better than a human one."