"Koina? Tsukiya? Enenraaaaaaa..." All three names shouted by the Avian as he'd wake up and try to train, but no sign. Not even a sound after the shriek before. As he wandered into the halls, he'd notice the blood spilt over and the dagger that belonged to the Assassin. No words were muttered as he'd instinctively rush to the scene of the crime, taking the dagger, and trying to find Koina faster. A few guards, however, were able to notice him.
"Huh? HEY! You! Owl kid! The hell you have in your hands!?" One of the guards asked as the group gave chase.
"A KNIFE!!"
"AYE! NO!" As they tried to follow, they would notice small lights being made in the corridors, watching as Stolas was planting his stars in advance, backing away to ensure they wouldn't be caught by the blast. One of the Guards, however, would try to cast magic through the hall, allowing its energy to sink through the corridor and cause it to bend and warp. Such a twist in the room would quickly sink in and close the gap, guaranteeing that if he was willing to detonate such stars, he'd be caught within the blast. At first, they grinned, thinking they hold an advantage as they kept their distance. However, that grin faltered as soon as Stolas moved the stars closer to them, flooding the area further with Aquarius, and smiled back.
KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
A massive hole, piercing straight through the castle's walls, a crater left behind by the wake, as the clay structure began to break down and melt under such light. The Guards themselves were melted just as much, barely able to function with the severity of their wounds, whilst Stolas remained intact, but burnt regardless. Such a commotion immediately causes the Kingdom to set off alarms, as the hall returns back to normal. He'd be quick to breach himself outside, stabbing the dagger into the walls to slide back down, aiming to reach for the quarters so they don't get attacked again. To his surprise, Zazel was wide awake, most likely shot up after hearing such noise from directly up above. Before they were able to exchange words, they would arrive, each of them holding some sort of beast provided to them as accompaniment. Some with small wyverns, others with wolves, even a few with makeshift automatons of dinosaurs and reptiles. The two demons would come up with a small plan, as they'd rather not have the others barge in and waste their energy at another army again. Zazel would set up a sigil, Asmodeus, and allowed it to cast down a sea of flames, while Stolas would recreate the Hand of God nebulae in order to snatch and drag it across, ensuring to both catch their attention and pull them closer.
The back-up tried to avoid as much as they can, noticing that such movements were intentional on grabbing their attention. One of such members would try to utilize the Wyvern's wings and natural resistance to heat to pierce through the flames and see what was going on behind such a wall, but would only be met by the Hand of God grabbing and tossing the drake back towards its wielder. Naturally, the other beasts try to do the same, but most would forget they themselves are not the drake and inevitably get hurt by such flames, unable to back away properly without burns at their skins. It would be followed up by Gemini carrying the flames through by Asmodeus to be the humanoid equivalent of violent flashes, blinding those that dare to look at the flames directly, just enough time for the Demons to swoop in and knock them onto the ground, having them lose control of their own familiars and making them go rampant across the Kingdom. It was clear what they were doing, and yet they can't help but follow along.
A Devil must and will always be answered when it causes strife such as this.
Reveling in such chaos is what a Demon will always do. A tale as old as time, and yet such a tale that the demons themselves use as personal fuel to hate on Humanity. Yet in this instance, they would take such tales and run with it, a gleeful smile as they take their respective turns in dismantling everything in Kabanaska, drawing out the ire and fear in every person available, getting a proper witness in such clay figures acting as the population. From Asmodeus to Andrealphus, from Draco to Canis, Stolas and Zazel showed no care or fear from anything. They weren't human, and to an extent, they didn't need to worry about being wiped out by God's light. The others who are, meanwhile, were the ones who drew first, an opening to attack back and ensure they'd be forced to deal with the chaos and destruction from every Demon and Star the two made up.
A Festival of Hell.
"WHO ELSE WANTS SOOOOOME!?!?!" Stolas shouted, taking his hat and tossing it to the sky as he creates Taurus, riding atop of it and letting it buck like the bull it was, taunting everyone available while fire and brimstone were beginning to bellow out. The Goetia's made behind such sigils would even start chanting and cheering, with Zazel giving one name to let them scream.
"WY! VI! OS!"
'WY! VI! OS!"
"WY! VI! OS!"
"WY! VI! OS!"
The Chant got louder and louder, the buildings torn down and crushed under the Demon's feet, the Barrier struggling to keep itself up and fracture such imagery of the 'sky.' It was a blasphemous madhouse, and yet one was willing to step inside it, daring them all to back up and make way towards the two demons. One with a straw hat and a set of overalls to fit his blocky-like body. One with eyes that pierced through like daggers, shining like diamonds, unaverred by the hellish display.
"I... Mawkin Kurorai... Will be your next opponent! For my Father... for his true chance to LIVE!"