[center]Interacting with: [@Dealdric][/center]

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The wind was howling now, and the rain fell in thick sheets. The Lesser devils had fought hard, but not hard enough it seemed. The large black devil had not attacked with the rest, instead it watched with curiosity as the battle unfolded. It noted how the man, this magician, was drenched in the rain yet showed no signs of agitation. Furthermore, the man seemingly ignored the weather that whipped around his little party. He was even able to cast a spell through the weight of thunder and wind, without even failing. When the spell was finished, he saw most of his kin turn to nothing but puddles, only to be washed away in the rain. 

In fact, the man didn't even have a scratch on him, from what the black devil could see in the darkness. A most peculiar circumstance, to believe that so many devils died without even touching him. It was almost as if the man before him, was some type of God? But surely that was preposterous? He looked like a man, smelled like a man, even talked like a man. The black devil wracked it's brain, trying to come up with some logical explanation as to why [i]the man was so powerful.[/i] He didn't know why, perhaps he never would, but it warranted a new solution. The black devil smiled, showing pointed teeth as it looked at Deruga.

It spoke in a strange garbled voice, "This one thinks it's strong, yessss? This one thinks it can make deal, yessss? This one is fool. This one shall see true power, yessss." The black devil finished, cutting itself with a sharp claw in the form of Anu's symbol. It said something in an infernal language, and the symbol glowed a deep crimson.

It looked back at Deruga with a deranged look on its face, "This one shall pay, yessss!"

A blood red portal ripped through reality, forming upon a rock just below the black devil. The entire world went quiet, yet he rain still fell and wind could be felt. The lightning still flashed but not thunder followed. Then from the portal emerged a woman clad in ghostly white. Her skin was pale, her body unblemished, and she was beautiful. Her black hair was long, and her eyes were of amber.

Elaria, The Devil of Whispers had come.

She looked to her summoner, the black devil, who then pointed at Deruga, and her gaze followed. Elaria then smiled.

Deruga would then hear a sweet voice in his ears, it was but a whisper. [color=red]"Why art thee here, little magician? Doth thee not know trespassing is death? Have thee cometh to die?"[/color]