The power of the corrupter was overwhelmingly strong. Jim had massive power as a Holy Knight of the Lord, but he was not the Lord Himself, and he knew that no matter how hard he resisted the Corruptor would be victorious in time.
"No, no!" his mind cried out. "That's not how it's supposed to be! God is supposed to provide a way-"
Just as Jim thought this, the way came to him. He was to further his service to the Lord by being the destruction of the Corruptor. Not his removal from the Earthly plane, but his final demolition.
The fire of purpose filled Jim's mind and body with strength, allowing him to stop resisting the Corruptor's advances and draw Araphael from it's sheath.
"IN NOMINE PATRIS, ET FILII, ET SPIRITI SANCTI!!!!" Jim roared, and Araphael sheathed itself in his breast. The basement room fell away in a shower of dust, and Jim found himself somewhere new.
He was standing erect, unwounded, with Araphael unsheathed in his grip. A fetid torrent of wind whipped past him on it's way up, bringing the stench of rotting flesh to his nostrils, and Jim realized he was on his way to Hell. Blackness cloaked all but him, and he readied Araphael for use as his eyes scanned the dark, waiting for the first signs of the netherworld.
They came, soon, sudden and all together. The black erupted into firey devastation, the ceiling of a great malevolent cavern where the rock writhed and dripped as it sought new victims. Jim gazed out and saw the fate of sinners in tiers, from the first to the seventh. His mind shrieked with them, but somehow God was with him even here, a solid foundation for his sanity that kept Jim calm and ready amongst the madness. As the black disc on which he stood slowly descended to the cavern floor, he watched for anything and everything, for the Corruptor could come in many forms.