"Imaranth. That is... my name?"
Akasan nodded. "That's right."
Imaranth stood at six-foot-seven, his red-pink-colored hair flowed down the length of his back. His eyes were bright crimson-red and cold.
Shivers went down Beelzebub's back. "What kind of specimen is that?!" he thought to himself.
Lilith got up close. "Funny. He doesn't look much like a demon."
"A demon..." Imaranth said in a mild-mannered tone.
Azael spun upside-down. "How strong is he?"
Akasan crossed his arms. "It's hard to say without seeing him in action. At the baseline he should be a lot stronger than Anzu though."
"Who is Anzu?" asked Imaranth.
"You'll meet her soon. She'll like you."
Lilith looked out into the gray nothingness of open space. "What now? It's all over."
VZZZZZT!!!
Red lightning lit up the realm.
"What's that?" Akasan said. "There shouldn't be anyone left..."
