Izzy coated her right fist in blue flames and rapidly swung it out behind her, slamming it against the the humanoid sludge and breaking its shape upon impact, sending several globs splattering across the wall behind her.
"Now, that's not very nice. I was just saying hello. Tell me, why does your presence feel so much like Satan's?" He inquired curiously, as another blob of sludge appeared a few meters ahead of us and took a humanoid shape.
"What? How do you know my father?" She responded with a frown, as the former slave girl stared at her in bewilderment.
Yeah, that's an understandable reaction.
"Father, you say? Ah, yes, that would explain it...him, but this is quite disappointing. Are you really Satan's daughter? You seem so much weaker," Replied Plasmuk curiously.
