Just.. what the hell happened?
He saw it; all of Oga swore he did. That one hit he nailed onto her directly before everything he erupted to this senseless blinding blue. Nothing more than endless frost enveloped around his skin and making him colder by the second, he wanted to shiver, to shake, though not even that much leeway was given. Encased, captured, that exchange literally left him a human popsicle for the taking!?
For an even better question, just how bad was Baby Beel freezing within the confines of this icy prison? Not a single utterance could be said, nor could the duo be truly aware of their surrounding as the frigid temperature bit its fangs and dug deep into their bodies. It was no different than feeling like there were frozen in time. Both of their gazes now locked forward, right at the very woman who seemed to revel in the fact she added them to whatever sort of collection.
His body ache, his arm particularly burned thanks to Esdese driving her damn heel into the muscle. All in all, this was both a scene and situation that was literally beginning to piss him off. He was going to die. To think that freezing up to death would’ve been his way to go. That’s when a more horrifying thought had struck, one that rendered him to sheer silence. Beel. He wasn’t the only one in for this dangerous ride; she had aimed to end the infant’s life in a single go at the same time.
At least, that’s what Oga believed. Fear could’ve gripped at him, it’s equally cold hold planned to drag him into the realm of despair. Yet, that was a mistake all on it’s own.
It was that very belief that had made the heated glow of the Zebul spell intensify within the prison of ice. Power, a higher plane of power was being reached, no, clawed for. The delinquent’s mind was running by miles, driven by the single thought to win. Along his left arm, crimson like tendrils started to run up and upon his arm, a thick pressure started to fight against the hold of the ice. Too much time within this meant certain death, and these two, they definitely had way too much to live for.
A harsh sounding crack snapped out as the pillar of ice was being worn away from the inside out. Demonic power began to seep through those very cracks as their survival instincts felt pressed into a corner, allowing Oga to utilize the full extent of his abilities. The power of a contractor, it aimed to break him out. What was once a light stream, evolved into raging rapids as the very annihilation energy began to eat away at the ice, the demonic shroud around Oga literally engulfed both him and child of sin upon his shoulder. Leaving their now warming bodies, face to face with who could easily become his captor.
"Did you just call a pet?”
That shining shroud had turned blinding.
Completely engulfing the area, any direction taken would lead to an abyss covered in demonic light as the city wide emblem hailed it’s place above the clouds. The Lord of the Flies marked its territory for a battle. This was a testament to just how much power was being packed behind Esdese’s newest opposition. There was a cold and collected look within the delinquent’s eyes, focus had been returned, it was no longer an act of desperation that guided him.
It was that urge to bring this woman to her knees. After jeopardizing the very life that this delinquent parent would give his life to protect, even the act of mercy no longer seemed like a viable option. She had to learn. Even while they were face to face, the relaxed stance of Oga’s body revealed the new limit she taken him to. An edge that he had complete control over. This was the latest extent of the exuding power from before.
All it would take is a single step to bring them back towards the dance of death.
"This is a party that’s still not over."
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