Ashtell screamed as her back split open, her skin broken and blood seeping through. She hissed and spat as she felt the magic begin to take her, fighting it's hold every step of the way. Her body twitched as she saw the demon-angel bounce off into the mist. She didn't want to kill him. She had only wanted some fun. If he forced the dark magics to take her then she wouldn't be able to stop. She would have to kill him. She herself had no control once the magic had her. It was as though she were a puppet, watching her body go through the actions of murder but unable to stop. She shrieked as she felt the glow and burn of the pain in her veins. Magic and acid mixed and twisted and to powerful and painful to control. She shook as it cover her back, stoping blood from seeping out of her wounds, leaving massive holes in her back that showed her open flesh. She forced the magic back glancing through her spinning vision at where the angel-demon hid in the mist. She hissed and fired a missive mauve of magic at him, tossing him back a few hundred yards as the fire consumed her, her shrieks dying away as she gave up control.