"MEx-δ 54 is right. You are a failed subject of the Demon Clan," Deus remarked while looking through the fissure. "Azazel."
The demonic-slitted red eyes that stared back at Deus narrowed as a broad smile appeared on his handsomely devilish face, "Ah~ such a nostalgic name. I have long forgotten how it sounded. Alas, to hear it coming out of your mouth... sickens me."
CRACKLE!
A flash of red flew out from the fissure and straight at Deus and his automaton.
Without a change in his expression, Deus raised his hand, and the huge automaton's eyes lit up with a dazzling blue glow. A circular crystalline barrier appeared just before the flash of red, which was a thick bolt of lightning, struck Deus.
BOOM!
