Ashtell watched as she stood straight and tall, feeling her hand stretch out, lightning on her fingertips. She saw herself shoot at the angel-demon several times, feeling the hot crack of the air. She hear the true demon inside her cackle, a sound like broken glass shattering the air. The demon hissed. "You have no idea what you're playing with. I have much more power left you imbecile. Much more than you could ever imagine!" she screamed, the voice of her demon slicing cleanly through the air. Another wave of energy, stronger than the last, was fired from her fingertips. The lightning hadn't hit, but this would. Ashtell broke through and screamed, her voice breaking through as a chunk of her lower arm was torn apart by the magic. The demon laughed and Ashtell screamed, her body hurtling forward to follow the cross-breed.