Chapter 15: Belphegor’s anger
Phobos thought he had the advantage by turning himself into his beast form (after such a long time), it would make him 12 feet tall; making him stronger, bigger and Belphegor an easy target. With Belphegor’s new form, Phobos’ confidence lowered a bit. Phobos shook his head and adrenaline rushed through his veins, making him do the rational decision of attacking first.
Phobos: *he roars* FOR MOTHER!!! *he yelled as he rushed towards the powerful being in front of him*
his voice was loud and powerful, even though it sounded angry it also carried a bit of fear within. Belphegor just shows a wicked smile as he just waited for his prey to do all the work for him and run towards him. He thought his prey would make a plain physical attack, but by surprise Phobos charged his eyes once again and shoot his powerful heat beam towards Belphegor’s direction, and to his luck finally hit the target.
Just a loud laugh was heard from the smoke screen all the heat created, but there it stood a distorted--NO-- a melted form of Belphegor! Phobos didnt knew if to feel disgusted or terrified for what he was gazing upon his eyes, but he then snapped out of his moment of admiring his art piece and turned to Belphegor’s hand. What was he holding? Phobos thought to himself, but his brain wasnt fast enough to state the fact that Belphegor was holding a spear made out of his own bones (since he was missing one arm); it hit Phobos....
Phobos still coughed in his beast form, but an exaggeratedly long spear was going through his chest, his body couldnt help it but to go back to his human form. Phobos was holding the spear going through his body with body hands, as if that would make it less painful, but he quickly went down to his knees, looking up in the beautiful, clear, blue sky, but slowly a big shape covers his view; the sun is to bright still, only a yellowish white wicked smile shows facing towards poor Phobos. Slowly the giant terrifying beast mockingly goes back to his more ‘former’ size, to his more ‘former self’.
But still Belphegor stares down at Phobos with a diabolical smile and all his four eyes aimed towards him (the fifth still resting---why?--Phobos wondered).
Belphegor: You are messing with me! the gate opener!! the general of the Underworld!! THE GREAT BELPHEGOR!! once they send ME! there is no escaping kid....it has been been centuries since I was last in charge of a mission, and I wont be ridiculed by only bringing “a son back home”. of course I will make you taste my torment!! and that is only my pleasure!
