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Than she would ever amount to be? She had transcended humanity into a supernatural terror, to battle the powerful like herself and crush the common under her boot, before this boy had gotten his first pubic hair. And now she had grown even more. Mandy could feel it behind her eyes, scratching and whispering, waiting to be unleashed.

Her arrogant smile grew moot as a weight began to press against her, pressing against her skin, her eyes, her defiance. He was a strong snot, but a snot nonetheless. Mandy--no, Avarita, did not grovel nor bow to kin.

And there it was. It was like a snap, a click in her ego and sin began to override her mind, pilfering Superbia's energy with an avarice hand. She wanted all of him and she would have what she wanted. The heavy air gradually waned as it fondled for his power. But there was only so much her physical body could take and her insides roiled with nausea. This stolen power crowded her body, pressing on her brain until she cried out.

The umbilical cord was cut and she fell back and back, feeling fur tear through her hands and the hard bruising stairs beat her body as it tumbled down like a rag doll.

He watched her fall, watched her body tumble helplessly down the stairs, and for a long while he didn't care. He seethed with hate for her, and even as she fell he did not let that pressure relent. She had to know that he was the strongest, and that she was nothing compared to him. He wouldn't tolerate her speaking poorly of him, let alone of Neil. No, his lover's reputation had to go untarnished. His name could not be smudged or ruined. Soah would not have it.

As she settled at the base of the stairs, though, that anger seeped out of him, leaving him almost dazed by what had just happened. He stumbled back against Neil, eyes wide in horror at the realization that he had just hurt someone. She may have deserved it, but he had never thought himself capable of it. "N-Neil..." a distressed note entered his voice, and he realized then that he really wanted to get out of here. He had hardly come to terms with becoming a Sin, let alone using any sort of power that accompanied the position. Oh, and he knew he had used it, and with the intention to use it... and it scared him.

He turned his body in against Neil's chest, indigo eyes staring at the obstruction in his path. "I would l-like to ask you again if you would move..." He didn't look to Mandy. He wouldn't face the horror of what he had caused.

As the Prince stopped both Claire and Ifrit they couldn't help but watch in silent awe and shock at what had just taken place. Both silently agreed they would have to watch out for the boy, he was one neither of them wanted to be tangling with when pissed off. The two stayed just behind the arm of Astaroth, each one moving to better avoid sight.

Claire shunted off to the side, pressing against the wall with her left and again folding her arms under her chest. As the power from Soah increased she flinched. It felt like a weight were squeezing her, even though the attack was not directed at her. As soon as Mandy fell she tried to block out the sickening body-meeting-stairs sound. She met no such luck in her tries.

Ifrit on the other hand, remained where he was though he changed his size to a shorter height than before. Roughly five-nine now. His eyes darted from form to form and he was mildly taken aback at the cursing from the male-child and then the power he possessed. Ifrit inspected his arms as the pressure rose. His own flames were being dimmed and snuffed out. Soah...Superbia...This kid was going to be a handful when pissed. Better to not make him so.

As Lamia caught the fallen woman and moved aside after saying a few choice words Claire wondered how to proceed. Where to go and what to do when she got there. She eyed her scowling demon as he flicked his attention back between the group before him. Going home would be something he would agree with, she was sure. But they would probably have to pass by Lamia and judging by the space she gave, both would have to touch her to get by. The dark haired woman shuddered silently at the thought.

Neil exhaled softly as the demon caught the top-heavy woman, his gaze briefly one of gratefulness before returning to the impassive neutral blankness. He held Soah tightly for a moment, murmuring soft reassurance over the teen's golden hair, "It's all right lad, ye are coming in t'ye own, shhh." Grey eyes shifted side long as the snake-demon coiled with just enough room to squeeze by - did that mean she'd let them pass?

The Irishman had about his fill of the madhouse, and did not care. He decided he'd take his chances with the demon, as he'd expect her to run him through and could accept it better than his fellow humans (if they had any humanity left). Carefully extracting the teen from his embrace, he took Soah's good hand and slowly lead him toward the stairs. "I'm just taking 'im 'ome," he told the female demon under his breath, "I've no quarrel with any of ye."

Astaroth glanced to the two next to her, dropping her arm and giving a slight nod. Superbia was calm now, it would be safe to advance. The Prince came up shortly behind the blonde Sin, looking over Lamia quietly before her gaze rested on the bristling visage of Grim. How funny, that demons became so attached to these humans. She supposed that was why they were lesser and unworthy of names, to suffer such weakness. Her only vestment in her own human was his survival; harm was of no consequence.

"You will not touch Superbia," the Prince replied breezily, "unless you are foolish enough to cross the Prime Minister and Her. If so, even the Void will not have you." Was that amusement lilting her voice? Truly, even she did not question their motives; they were above her and thus not a thing to be trifled with. If this one Nameless wanted to fight them and their decision... An ugly smile darkened her face. She had already crossed that line and had waltzed with Lucifuge. While the battle had been delicious, she would not anticipate any of the gathered demons to survive the blow that had broken her own body.

Holding Soah to his side, closest to the rail and thus away from Grim, Neil was quick to approach Lamia. Snake-woman or big dog? One he was certain would listen, and it wasn't the one with fur. The teen was thrust in front of him to descend the stairs first, making sure that he himself stood between the angry rabid dog and the young man, stepping off the threshold to brush against Lamia without a second thought.

The spectral beast snapped stubbornly at this b***h of a Prince but he did not advance any further. He was a loyal dog, but he wasn't foolish. He was not a servant of Hell or an abomination of the Earth. He had been a creation of God, a scrawny mutt buried alive under an altar. For the glory of Heaven or Hell he didn't know. He didn't care. He was now a servant, and he had a master threatened and mangled by a brat throwing a tantrum.

But he would not die for Mandy (not now at least) and he allowed them to pass, even if it truly wasn't up to him. He watched the two with feral red eyes, dribble and drool still clinging to his massive muzzle. Seeing the little dwarf Soah, he snarled and snapped at him from across the narrow corridor, feeding off his terror. He hoped the child knew they would remember this.

((Okie >__________> b***h is not used derogatorily when Grim uses it <_< he just calls all females bitches cause >_> well... yeah so yeah >__> foot note :B ))

When Astaroth gave her nod of an okay Claire relaxed slightly. Looks as though the brunt of the storm had gone over, but the young woman felt as though she were in the eye and the back wall was fast approaching. Best to just keep quiet.

She shifted off the wall and took a meager two steps forward before the large Grim had started baring its fangs and looking more and more like a black version of Cujo. Claire froze and waited, watching to see how this would play out. What a party this was turning out to be.

The fire demon released his breath as Astaroth moved away. He was her underling and he trusted her judgment on these sorts of things. He didn't look at his summoner but at the Grim that was starting to act up now. It appeared to be the Grim vs. Lamia and maybe Astaroth now. He wouldn't last if Astaroth took him, that was for sure. Ifrit hung back, flicking his eyes from one demon to the next, wondering which way would be the best escape route should a rumble break loose.

As the lights shattered and glass feel like rain both the demon and summoner covered their faces involuntarily. After the pieces landed and broke on contact with the flooring, Claire looked up.

"...Great."

Neil was so used to being around demons now, he mistakenly thought the glass to be Astaroth's voice. His expression was vaguely perplexed as he saw glass sparkle and fall before his eyes, only then understanding the gravity of what was really happening. The older man thundered quickly down the stairs, tucking Soah against his chest and ushering them both towards the entrace. "Keep ye 'ead down Soyah," he breathed, eyes brows furrowed, "and dinnae look up!"

Hell could have been coming to Gaia for all he knew, but be damned if it would stop him from getting out of that house!

The Prince was perfectly still, even going so far as to lift her head as shards plummeted to the ground. The few that touched her didn't leave so much as a knick in passing, falling harmlessly around her feet. Astaroth tasted something on the air, something...familiar. The demoness did not know fear or physical caution, and so as everyone ducked, she remained upright, intelligent gaze shifting around the stairwell.

"I'd suggest you all leave immediately," she said out loud, more to her Ifrit than anyone else. "Someone is coming." Not something. And if she was right, she wouldn't want to miss it. If she was wrong...well. There weren't many that could render her incapable of moving, and so she waited, leathery wing outstretched over the fire demon and Claire so that they might leave unscathed.