The Daughter

Platt turned his back on the ball of crickets. He was confident that it would finish the woman off, only for it to explode caused by a large black fire. The crickets were burnt into ashes, sparing none of the small insects.

This made Platt hover away slowly. He extended his arms on either side of him and conjured dark green flames in his arms. 

"Did you already forget that I have the Blessings of both Gluttony and Sloth?" Malice grinned. "I could feel both their powers in me. All their mana, traveling in my veins as I gain two new skills that will ultimately change the tide of this battle. Now matter how many of you gang up do defeat me, I will never lose. I refuse to lose!"

With a single wave of her hand, Malice formed a vortex made of darkness that spun behind her. The vortex collected all the ashes of the crickets. It continuously spun as it slowly formed a ball of ashes that hovered above the Demon.