"Skatralo Toritai!<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="color: #FF0000">1</span></span>" Astaroth shouted, his voice the embodiment of anger and hatred. using his teleportation magic, he impaled Baal before the traitorous demon could react. Withdrawing his sword, which was now covered in black demon blood, he turned to the Angels.<br/><br/>"oot vintae sist krowd'n, gutt Y cill et kabe, rekam mo drowz!<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="color: #FF0000">2</span></span>" he shouted, his fury evident on his features. "Varell, mo emnets!<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="color: #FF0000">3</span></span>"<br/><br/>With that, he moved his free hand backward and opened a portal through which he planned to escape his imminent death. "Thamuz, Lucifer, Olfcrai fo oot vist.<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="color: #FF0000">4</span></span>"<br/><br/>Jumping through the potal, he uttered one last spell to put a barrier around the castle to trap the Angels within the castle walls. Suddenly he felt something different happening to him. his body was no longer muscular, and he felt as though he was at least 1320 years younger. then a pain went through his torso enough to cause him to black out. His final thoughts before doing so were, "This shouldn't be possible!"<br/>______________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>"Hey, kid! kid... looks like he's out cold. There's no sign of a mugging, and he doesn't have injuries at all! It's probably malnourishment. This is the second case like this today, though. what's going on here?"<br/>Astaroth opened his eyes slowly. "Ooohh... Mo tesao! eht??? hrew sa y?<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="color: #FF0000">5</span></span>"<br/><br/>"Strange, the other guy reacted similarly to that. you two know each other?" the Medic asked, wheeling The Demon King into an ambulance. Astaroth glanced over at the figure next to him.<br/><br/>"Thamuz? Dode ne voppe. Y avel a snaj! gutt sifrt...<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="color: #FF0000">6</span></span>"<br/><br/>Astaroth looked at the men in the ambulance adjacent to them. The one that was unlucky enough to have made eye contact with him instantly started screaming as the letters of the English alphabet burst from his mouth and entered Astaroth's body.<br/><br/>"Thamuz, you have my permission to take the voice of the other medic," he said as the first man fell to the floor, apparently now mute. after restraining the remaining medic, he held him still and waited for his chief ambassador to do as he asked.<br/><br/>1."Scandalous Traitor!"<br/>2."You win this round, but I will be back, mark my words!"<br/>3."Farewell my enemies!"<br/>4."Thamuz, Lucifer, Follow if you wish."<br/>5."Ooohh... my head! what??? where am I?"<br/>6."Thamuz? do not worry. I have a plan! but first..."