"He actually damaged Khepros..." Arthur mumbled in shock, staring down at the massive, black cloud that swirled around the area, the smoke taking shape and riling up people to come by in an investigation. His ring of eyes was quick to catch each and every corner that was left damaged by the explosion, his vision of the dragon exploding in such rage leaving an impact to his mind. He couldn't help but be somewhat relieved that he worn down such a devil in as little time as he spent. "...Had this been a different part of the world...half of it would've been nothing but a wasteland. With power like this... It would've killed me. Lord, how I thank you for letting me purge such a beast, before things went further out of control. How I thank you for eradicating such a sinner before his influence would've corrupted more. You have my gratitude." He'd close his eyes as he did his small prayer, finally seeing the pieces back in place, a king cornered against the rooks, the queen, and the king itself. He has won. "Well then...with that out of the way...my revenge is now sound." He'd take a deep breath as he'd try to gather what little salt was left to pick up Adel, being a bit surprised to see that the demon pushed him just enough for him to escape such fires that exploded. "Come. Let's bandage your wounds and bring you back on your feet. We wouldn't want a warrior such as yourself to die, would we?" He'd compliment, turning away from the smoldered ash and walking away from such wreckage. As he tried to look at him, however, he'd notice that Adel was smiling.
Something was off.
KA-BOOM!!!
A Massive spike of energy behind him, a beacon as a body rose up. The Rings' eyes grew pale, staring down such a figure, knowing full well what it was. Its pupils dilated, knowing fear for its first time. The Hunter was slack jawed in awe, slowly turning his head, having problems in catching his breath.
A New armor, a new piece to the board. An armor of pure white, with a wingspan akin to a birds, the metallic plate shining and smoking amidst the newfound heat, as if it was just taken out of a furnace and was donned instantly. The helm was nowhere to be found, merely a scarf of white with a black outline of a sharp grin. His gauntlets and chest plate both bolstered the sigil of the demon responsible for such armor: Seir. A scouter was also visible, a silver and blue scope that would increase his accuracy. A crown was seen on top of his head, small, yet just as brilliant as the platinum that encases him, curved on its top like the bull-like horns he once had. Like a knight after a crusade, Zazel's form was immaculate, yet it was this very form that brings ire to the Hunter, scared and angered beyond what he's usually capable of. "How...HOW...HOW ARE YOU ALIVE!?!?! HOW DO YOU STILL BREATHE!??!?!?!" He'd scream, nearly tripping himself over and falling onto the floor, paralyzed, assuming he has revived from the dead, or even reincarnated as a new spirit.
Such armor, he thought, felt like it was one forged from Heaven itself. He can feel its radiance melting him down to his very soul.
"You said it, didn't you? I'm nothing but a filthy demon. I just did an underhanded tactic."
"Damn you....Damn Youuu....Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, Damn you, DAMN YOU AAAAAAAAAALL!!!!" His adrenaline quickly spiked as he'd get himself up, charging forward with his arms as blades, trying to slash at him whilst scattering parts of himself across the air, hoping to attack him on either his blind spot or in conjunction with another attack. Zazel merely weaved each and every assault he's done, before quickly countering with his own, slamming his fist straight into the Hunter's stomach, not only embedding the sigil of Seir, but quickly using its effect to solidify his body. He can finally be killed off, choosing such execution to be the Chandelier's true form. The Sigil quickly breaks into a white dragon, the head appearing first to push him back, the body to hold him still, and the wings to ascend to the sky. More of Seir's sigils arrive to create more white dragons, showcasing its holy properties even further. All the Hunter could do is scream and yell insults at the Demon as he flies.
"Y'now...The more I think about it, the more I realized something. Your hatred stems in just existence. You hate because we are. When I hate, it's for a reason. I hate you for that very reason. You're just a child who throws a tantrum whenever you see something you don't like. Do me a solid...AND GROW UP, DUDE!!" Zazel screamed as he'd have the dragons begin to light up, letting their bodies heat up more and more, far away from Khepros itself, letting it explode in a white, hot light.
"THIS ISN'T OVER, HERETICAL SPAWN!!! WHEN I GET INTO THE PEARLY GATES, I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!! YOU HEAR ME!?!? THIS IS NOT OVER!!! I WILL HAVE YOU ON A SPIT BY THE TIME THE LORD ACCEPTS ME IN HIS ARMS!!! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!! DAMN YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!!!"
KA-BOOM!!!
A massive explosion, one with a brightness that rivaled the sun, a holy light that flashbang part of the world once more. Zazel merely shut his eyes as he turned around, his energy finally spent, collapsing on the floor in exhaustion. "Bold of you....to assume...you're getting in Heaven..." He'd remark quietly, smiling to himself, his last vision being of Adel that finally came back from his injuries, slowly approaching the Demon, before finally resting. "To think....I actually still have a purpose left. I'm sorry for forgetting you all...Mama." He'd think to himself, as he'd drift off to sleep.