The ice that had covered the streets began to wane, disappearing into a clear liquid and soon vaper following the Baelfire that blazed from off of Tasha's curvy figure. The flames burned and iridescent violet, tainted by shrieking tongues of black.
"You must die…" said Tasha so loosely it echoed without much vigor. Her eyes were upon the Prince as he stood still, his palm dripping with the might of the Vale.
"Perhaps," the young Prince remarked. He glanced at Ren, signaling to her to protect him while he dealt with Tasha or, rather, Astaroth. "You'll not kill me. No, you're not stupid. Are you oh Prince of Hell." there had been a sort of mockery in his voice as it echoed past Tasha's mind into Astaroth.
"Aria's soul is indeed within my possession. Quite a soul she possesses," he said, teasing a half smile upon his lips. "And as you can see, the souls of those I kill are being devoured by me."
