"Hweee!"
A sharp screech tore through the air behind me, cutting through the crackling flames.
Heh… I almost forgot.
I turned my head just enough to glance back. "Do you want to join the fun, Beelzebub?" I asked calmly. "Do you also want to let your emotions run wild, just like me?"
"Hwee!!"
His voice was no longer playful. It trembled with hunger, with rage he could barely contain. I could hear it clearly now, the desire to shed that harmless little hamster mask and sink his fangs into the man who dared threaten the one we both cared about.
"Very well," I said softly.
I blinked once.
In that instant, the illusion shattered. Beelzebub's small body twisted on the forest floor, his wings ripping free as his fangs extended with a sharp glint. A cold aura exploded outward from him, dense and suffocating. It was dark, crimson, and heavy, as if a devil had finally awakened after a long, patient slumber.
The forest recoiled.
Even the flames hesitated for a heartbeat.
