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Elle smiled tiredly when Ariel walked passed her and Karin on the front porch. She nodded, too tired to speak, closing her eyes, falling asleep on the front porch. There was nothing much they could do at the moment besides warn people. That and wait. It was all they could do for now.

It hadn't taken as long as he thought it would. But it had been very painful. Dropping back down in front of Ella's house he stood up slowly. Phillip looked... different. Instead of his Normie clothes, a dark suit with a dark undershirt and glasses, he was in armor. Silver, gold and red armor with a beast pelt over his left shoulder. His silver hair had become pure snow white, long and slightly wavy, glistening like snow in the sunshine. His eyes were a pure blood red, his features more enchanting with the release of all his demonic blood. He was in full demon form now. And he didn't look real. More like a fantasy warrior. 

Gus was by his Prince's side, dress in full black armor, his long curving horns atop his pitch black hair. There were more of his Brother spies behind him and the Ice Prince. They were all demons, with attributed to a specific animal in some sort of way in the way they dressed. There was a good handful of them too. They were dealing with the Dragon after all. And this wasn't the first Dragon they had dealt with. Demon Phillip looked over at Ella who was sound asleep on her porch and he grinned. He looked over at Ariel and her two friends sitting on their own porch and he gave a small courteous bow. A giant sword strapped to his back and two short sword on both of his hips, he looked ready for battle, gleaming in the sunlight. And he smiled. His demonic blood was craving battle.