“[color=f7976a]LIAR! I won’t let you hurt my brother![/color]” She attacked again blindly smashing the ground beside Ayrie. She was panting as she looked at the priestess a red miasma rolling off her shoulders. She swung at Ayrie’s shoulder than fired a barrage of bullets. 

One of the bullets from Zorova’s gun came hurtling towards Asran. Quickly he leapt out of the way rolling to a stop. His arms, sides, legs, and cheeks were covered in black scales. He had two horns arching under his chin, and a long demonic tail swishing behind him. His white hair blowing in the wind as his eyes glared at Zorova, and he launched himself at her. Aiming to take her out with a punch. Only to get kicked in the face by her launching him back. “[color=f7976a]Stay our of this Asran! Can’t you see she’s only going to deceive you again? She’s gonna hurt you, Maybe even kill you this time![/color]” Asran spat out a bit of his blood, and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “[color=00aeef]She isn’t Astoria Zarova,[/color]” he said. Only to earn a mad laugh in return for his words. “[color=f7976a]You cannot possibly be this fucking blind! She is the same person, just look at her soul! Don’t you see it? Surely you must have felt it.[/color]” Asran looked from his fellow demon lord to Ayrie.