A squealing creature was skewered through by a trident, but its call was cut short by a burst of energy that splattered its body apart. Bone, flesh, and violet-tainted blood spewed in all directions except the one holding the man behind it, an almost furious sort of temper forming a wall of Will that made it feel as though even in death the devil-like creature didn't dare to blaspheme him.
"His temper doesn't seem to be the best right now." A woman with a sweet smile as radiant as the Browning Gold spoke with almost a hint of delight.
On her feet, there were a pair of pink wings for each that fluttered along with her emotions, her body swaying from side to side as she stayed by the shoulder of Authrione's cousin as though a little fairy.
Despite this touch of innocence, though, there was a split pupil that nearly divided her iris in two, flickering to life from time to time as though she was trying to suppress it.
