You:<br/><br/>God ripping that fake body apart had not nearly been satisfying enough and Drake was struggling with the rage of emotions that was ripping through him he needed to get that outlet of energy out and he wasn't thinking clearly. He wasn't thinking at all as his eyes locked on to Jas and he snarled once more letting the human know that he should be running for his life right about now...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Speaking of Kane had been about to try and kneel down to help his son when Dimitri arrived his eyes moved to the demon, his breathing was deep as he spoke. "Ryan. I'm going to need you to cover yourself with your wings the best you can and whatever you do... don't look." he said in a voice he didn't even recognize it sounded so hollow and yet laced with rage. He didn't know what expression his face was making if any but the ice had turned to a fire that spread through him, the pain was akin to being burned alive and that pain radiated outwards. His own wings ripped out of his back, horns back in their place, "You. You have made your final mistake." Kane spoke in voice more demonic than it was human as the other would demon would feel the tug and wrecking on his soul. Flames were consuming Kane's body as it seemed to be almost an inferno around him, melting anything human about him and leaving behind a monster with glowing orange eyes.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah faded in an out of consciousness, unable to barely stay awake, let alone get up and run away from Drake. He should have, truly, but with the gushing wound on his neck all he could do was grip it in an attempt not to bleed out on the floor. Drake would have to come out of his blood lust on his own, kill Jas in the process, or flea and slaughter the wildlife around them until he came back to his senses. At least that was all that could cross his mind.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Ryan's chest lurched with fear. As much as he didn't hate Dimitraeus for what he'd done to him, he didn't want that to happen again. Kane had gotten one of the shackles undone before the demon arrived. His eyes widened at his father's warning. "Dad," he whispered, but his words fell short as Kane erupted into flames. He shrouded himself with his wings, turning away from the scene.<br/><br/>Dimitraeus grabbed a sword from across the room and came towards Kane, obviously not afraid. "Mistake? Whoever said any of this was a mistake." He sneered and taunted as he swung the sword, then struck out at Kane, seeking to damage him in any way possible.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>For one reason or another Drake didn't move fast but slowly half crawled over to him his eyes still fixed on the other that was gripping his neck just trying to survive. Maybe this was how they would meet their end, at least Drake had mostly healed up from his injuries, probably not a comfort to Jas who would be seeing him as a prey might see predator. He crept closer, the growl still in his voice.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The strike with a the sword was a good effort but the metal would sound like it was rattling against bones more than flesh. Kane usually held himself back, the pain he went through any time he used his powers was immense, usually covering his body with burns that most people would hate to endure. But now he didn't care, he was ready to turn himself inside out if someone hurt his children and there was no holding back and no amount of pain or suffering was going to stop him from using all the energy he could feel coursing through his veins. Something akin to hand reached out to grab hold of Dimitri's neck, it was also in flames and any swing to it would cut right through like it was more fire than anything tangible. "Now DIE." the voice hissed just as the pull of the soul drain was so much harder now that it had physical contact with Dimitri. Whatever was before him was determined to eat his soul no matter the cost and the energy output could be felt in the quaking of the whole room as things shattered and cracked even Ryan would feel the painful pull like a powerful whirlpool around where Kane's form would be pull all essence towards it.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Dimitraeus didn't falter when his blade didn't touch anything. He just struck again, but suddenly throat was grasped by liquid fire. It burned, and he screamed. He could feel the flames burrowing into his body, grasping his soul. There was no escaping into other vessels. He literally felt every single one of his souls linked together by a chain of fire. His fragmented soul was wrenched from him, causing him to scream, and it was by sheer will alone that the kitsune's spirit fled. It hid behind Ryan for a moment, just a ball of light in the shape of a small fox.<br/><br/>That ball of light represented everything that Jasaiah was, and after a brief moment of comfort to the angel that had suffered at Dimitri's hand, it disappeared.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Jasaiah grimaced as Drake fell to his knees and started crawled to him. "Drake, don't," he whispered, trying to talk some sense into him. But he coughed up blood, which certainly wasn't helping either of their situations. He stared up at the sky, wondering if this was going to be it. If Drake was going to kill him. But then there was a ball of light and he gasped. It was only brief, but then he arched up in a cry of power as his spirit filled him. Tails ripped from his backside in a burst of clear fluid, black with spirals of amethyst purple. His eyes turned into the palest silver, slit like a fox's. His ears disappeared, reshaping into the largest, rather adorable auds on his head. His hair grew out, deepening in the amethyst purple, and his claws hardened and sharpened into a fox's as well.<br/><br/>With that came the unquenchable hunger that came with it, and he lashed out with his tails and clawed hand. His skin was shriveling, graying with age. He needed to feed and now and logic had fled his mind with that hunger. He wasn't perfect, he'd said, multiple times. The only fortunate thing for Drake was that it wouldn't kill him. He grabbed onto Drake and pulled the essence of his life from him, merciless in his feeding.