[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kfPu1Nn.gif[/img][/center][hr]A white phantom passed through overcast skies, hardly more noticeable than the flakes of snow lazily drifting to the earth. Between the magical girls on the ground and the youkai spilling out of the gate, Yua didn't have to bother trying to be discrete about her movements. Eyes on the ground. Eyes on the monsters. Eyes on the heroes. She hardly even had to worry about youkai getting in her path. 

The few still interested in trying to attack her weren't significant enough to give a second thought after their dispatch. 

Soundlessly, the woman touched down on the stage created by one of her contractees, a sense of power still nestled in her veins. As usual, his specificity left much to be desired. For all the additional strength her aspect magic had given her to complete the appointed task, Yua hadn't been given any boons in speed to hasten her approach--not that she'd been in a rush to begin with. Taking the spotlight would have been easy, but being reckless about it would rob her of the flame she'd been stoking since Masashi's first contract. 

That, and she wasn't exactly fond of the little song and dance she'd rehearsed for the man's sake.

The instant she stepped into the darkness, it clung to her like ink. Shadows stained her black, almost suffocating in their insistence to recreate the devilish magical girl in a new image. Around her wrists, her arms, over all the pristine clothing that could have blended in with the fresh-fallen snow. It was like being trodden on. Muddied. [i]Drowned.[/i]

Compared to the black ink she grew accustomed to in her near-decade of service, it was stifling.

Delicate digits swept over a still-shapeless mass of shadows, spreading it with two strokes into a thin veil hung from the forward curve of her horns. The world in her view became tinted with a layer of misplaced night. Suffocating. Stifling. It was a lot of work for a filthy little desire. 

Yua fixed her posture, rising to the balls of her feet, the tips of her heels just barely off the floor. More sway, more show, more [i]danger[/i]. That was how to approach this sham of a show put on in drab, monochrome magic. The steps came together like clockwork. Breathe in. Drop her voice a half pitch lower. Erase the lilt that beckoned and teased, replace it with something far grander than the innocent devil. 

[color=71e8f2]"It appears I've kept you waiting, o prince of shadows."[/color] Yua's voice split the air like a sharp blade as she stepped into view. Her back straight, shoulders back, chin held high. She cut the image of someone who knew her importance despite the shadows forming an outfit more reminiscent of a dancer than a ruler. Lace and ribbon were covered, all but replaced with a badlah. It wasn't entirely ornate, any embellishments lost within the absence of color, but it would do. The skirt billowed, the hem fading into a wispy smoke as it danced alongside Yua's feather light steps.

Mana unraveled from the magical girl, threads all escaping from their spool. As expected, they left only traces of their existence to the eye, a faint glimmer in the daylight here, a moment where her mana came into view as she looped it around a limb.

Flick. Twist. Pivot. 

He wanted to be praised and adored.

[i]Loved[/i].

That part of him was easy to understand. Everyone deserved to be loved.

Yua's movements came to a stop only when she felt too much resistance against the strain of the countless threads she'd spread in her rampant little dance. The few youkai left in Masashi's immediate vicinity had long since been entangled and ensnared in the web that the devil had been leaving in her wake.

[color=71e8f2]"Fall to pieces, curs."[/color]

She gave a sharp pull, acting as the nexus of her web. There was resistance. For a moment, snowfall gathered on the threads leading from Yua to her prey, and they shimmered as though even the stars had fallen into their intricate web. Then, the resistance and starlight disappeared as the devil's magic tore into its victims.

Behind the veil of darkness, delicate lips carved a cruel smile into place.