#* singularity.

[chaosslain]

🤛 but gran has noodle arms so

@skybeyond / hit me (accepting.)

Beelzebub doesn’t give much of an indication that he’s affected at all by Gran’s punch, barely even twitching in response. He cracks his neck, then his knuckles, and looms over Gran in all of his terrible glory.

“Let me show you true power,” he says quietly, as dark tendrils sharpened to deadly points rise above his head. “Farewell, Singularity.”

[chaosslain]

🤛 // :)

@singulae / hit me (accepting.)

That damned Singularity. Things wouldn’t have come to this point if that demon did his job right, but he couldn’t even do that right. Beelzebub scowls as the young woman punches him squarely in the torso.

He grabs her wrist before she can pull away. Sharpened tendrils rise behind him.

“Pity that didn’t work,” he croons. “I’ll send you to the afterlife with that high-and-mighty Lucifer.”