If Balmung had been sentient, it would have been quite peeved with its owner. Remnants of light magic still pulsed through the old sword, which in turn stung Asher as he gripped it once more. However, it didn’t matter to the prince, as a few burns were not going to stop him at this point. With a brief glance of the battlefield, the prince was beginning to fully understand just how little he could trust the wraith. Her methods were as brutal as she believed she could get away with and was all too eager to exact revenge for even the smallest of perceived slights.

Finally noticing that Livia was going after Naya though was what made him realize that he needed to reel the wraith in, regardless of the consequences that may ensue. [color=slategray]”Livia,”[/color] he said sharply, [color=slategray]”You will pay dearly if I see you waste another second trying to harm our witch.”[/color] From there, he intended to go to the princess and make sure she wasn’t spirited away while they were distracted with the faerie, but sadly he never got the chance as yet another explosion of light magic went off. 

While it wasn't close enough to hurt him directly, his battered body started to succumb to the effects of light poisoning. Asher's face contorted to a grimace as he fell to one knee, with Balmung clattering uselessly next to him. His insides were on fire and his sword hand had lost almost all feeling. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he bit his tongue to keep himself out of the clutches of unconsciousness.

How exactly the prince was able to stand one more, much less pick up his blade before he did so, was beyond him. There were obnoxious spots in his vision, but he refused to fall.  Once again, Asher was prevented from doing as he intended as lightning arced in front of him and obliterated the angel's guard.


The demon's cool eyes found the newest intruder, a black haired mage, who was brimming with equal parts magic and fury. Strangely, the demon found himself able to empathize with him, as this was not at all how he had wanted things to unfold. But still, the mage was looking like he aimed to get in his way and the prince could not allow that. The fool had focused on the wraith, something Asher was fully prepared to use to his advantage.

The burning sensation from Balmung was becoming unbearable, but the prince merely gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on it. With a powerful thrust from his wings, Asher went from a standing position to flying straight at the mage at a frightening speed, even though his entire body screamed from the exertion. His intent was to at least throw him off balance, if not end his miserable life then and there with a rising diagonal slash from his sword. 

The emotions that had been overwhelming him were subsiding as the all too familiar tempo of battle reminded the demon what he was and what he needed to do. [color=slategray][i]There is nothing for you on that side,[/i][/color] he reminded himself, his expression once more a neutral mask.  


[@Lord Zee][@Karos]