"Tsc!" To say that Victoire was mad, was an understatement. No, she was boiling with rage as a testament of the foul temperament bred into the members of the vampire race. In fact there were once legends from the world where Victoire came from of one of the Primordials (the most powerful members of their race, directly descended from the first vampire) got so possessed by a murderous rage, that she committed genocide against her own race, nearly destroying all of the vampirekind.
Well, Victoire wasn't nearly that mad... yet but, she was certainly only thinking of murdering every single being on this whole valley. And, even such a simple desire for revenge was cut off when Victoire was faced directly against an angel of the highest echelons. There was no words to describe how humiliated Victoire felt and how much that fueled her fury yet, there was nothing she could do right now.
Fighting Azaezel headon was suicide for a being like Victoire, a half-vampire, half-succubus, being doubly or more as weak to anything he could spew on her and Victoire is way too selfish to just die like that. Instead, the vampire grinned a wicked grin that could freeze the blood of even the most pious man. She would take her revenge, survive, escape and even save one of her trump cards for later.
"Make your choice, heavenly pest. Your allies, or my head." With those words, Victoire ceased her concentration, letting her magic run wild on purpose which caused a torrent of corrosive, poisonous blood to crash over the battlefield, washing it all it the substance that was way more concentrated than before.
Azaezel would have to choose between trying to kill Victoire and getting hit by the deadly substance, or fall back and try to control that carnage that Victoire unleashed out of petty spite. The reason was simple enough, as soon as the blood touched the soil, the roses sprang back to life, their very roots becoming a bramble maze that engulfed Azaezel's disciples and shred them to blood pieces in a horrid display of what Victoire could do when provoked for too long. The brambles also got one of the Elicitor's feet, shredding it with easy as they tried to engulf and crush the whole fortress while, it dug underground, if no one tried to counter, fast. Above the earth, the plant sought blood and darted, dashing and weaving as they shoot through the air (to the clouds if need be) as it pursued the Angels that flew above.
Victoire used the opportunity to disengage, rending a portal in space to the insides of the Elicitor, right besides the most powerful ally of the Demons, other than Victoire herself, that she could feel on the battlefield, that being the lich, Silana. This battle simply wasn't worthy of her time, anymore.
"Alright, I give just don't hurt Bastion anymore. She doesn't have anything to do with this war, you are the ones who captured her in fist place. I just wanted to get her away from this all, ever since I found the prize was a person, I would never give her to the Angels to do the same as you Machina did." Diana's eyes burned with an inner rage as she was forced to give up but, she couldn't bring herself to do any more damaging move if it would only hurt Bastion and that other human girl. It had been long since Diana swore not to kill, or seriously harm, a human ever again as a penitence for the massacres she did while being a feral beast.
"If you promise me that she'll be alright, I'll give myself in without resistance." It was better to become a prisoner once again and hope that luck would present a chance for her to escape, than break her vow, such was Diana's will.
"I'm sorry, in the end, I couldn't save you at all, Bastion. Such a hero, am I... heh." Was the last thing Diana said before surrendering.
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