Astaroth took a moment to reopen his eyes, his body aching. His jaw felt like he had spent a round in the ring with Clark, and he was lying on the ground.
"What the… What happened to me? The last thing I remember is getting close to the soul orb…"
Spinning his head in every direction, Astaroth looked for the soul orb and found it still near him, but the cage had changed.
Instead of lines of blue runes surrounding it, tightly knit, the cage seemed more aired out, and the runes had gone blackish red.
Astaroth could feel the runes exuding a demonic mana and was almost worried.
"Did the demon win and get out? Am I going to be stuck here forever, forced to watch as my body kills innocent people?"
"If only. Instead, I had to help that despisable angel boy contain your stupidity. Now look at me! I look ridiculous!"
Astaroth looked around for the squeaky voice talking to him until he felt a kick at his heel.
"I'm down here, you big moron!"
