150 Facing death

"Even your demon form is exquisite," Zerhen said with a sigh. "I don't want to destroy a work of art. Don't make me do this, Syryn."

The younger demon made the first move. Strained as he was controlling his demonic impulses, Syryn could not focus on the fine control of his magic. He poured out great amounts of mana that sealed Zerhen in ice. Layers and layers of ice grew around the demon till it was as tall as the surrounding buildings that hadn't been destroyed.

And for a moment, the demons in the sky looked down at Syryn.

Signus' transformation was as horrifying as Syryn's was beautiful. The fire demon was like a wraith of black skin illuminated by glowing lava-like eyes. His mouth was a slash that went from one end of his face to the other. Blistering red magma lit up the inside of his mouth when he smiled.

"What do we have here? Julie, take care of the prince. I've found something more interesting to investigate."