Nude East Ireland wrote:Damien didn't have much time to react to Minh's exploding chest before Crowley's message and knowledge entered his mind, as well as the minds of everyone else. He grabbed Minh's hands and removed them from his throat, and tossed the body onto the ground.
"Well," he began, "Things certainly aren't going well tonight. Lewis!"
He ran over to his friend, giving a smile as he got close. "Lewis, you're alive. Sort of. You seem to be more, er, sentient, than Minh and Fixban. Do you have any idea what's going on? Even if you don't, it isn't good. We should get out of here and help Aleister... who is alive. But then again, you wouldn't have any idea that he wasn't at one point, would you? I'll explain later."
Vernil was shocked - at both the emergence of creatures from Bottom, but also the deaths of Mercury and Bowie. And Vernil, being a godly creature, could sense that Oberon was not to be toyed with. He needed to be killed as soon as possible, or stalled. Yes, that's it. Stalled until Crowley could think of something. Kept distracted while the other gods escaped and regrouped and fought his minions.
"I ate the largest city in Hell," the Demonic Prince said, a hint of fear in his voice.
Just then, a trumpet appeared beside Oberon's head and began to blast a shrill sound at the King of the Fae at point-blank range. Not only that, but a beam of energy shot out and engulfed his head. This was not meant to be an attack, more of a distraction. While the beam engulfed Oberon's helm and hopefully blocked his vision - and the noise blocking his hearing - a concentrated cloud of grey smoke and ash poured from the bottom of Vernil's trousers, spinning and dancing through the air as it assembled into a single, large mass. His human form sank into his suit, eventually disappearing entirely as the last bits of smoke flew out of the collapsing three-piece suit.
From the heart of the cloud, a red serpent flew outward, its sharp teeth chomping on Oberon's waist and forcing him back a decent few feet, before the serpent folded in on itself and resumed a human form. Vernil, who was curled into a ball with his feet making contact with Oberon's waist, kicked and sent himself flying back and into the air, flipping to face his opponent. With the snap of his fingers, two powerful discs of energy shot from his palms and made contact with Oberon's chest in quick succession, sending the Fae King backwards even further into the wall, creating a large dent and sending splinters across the room.
Vernil landed on the table and looked to his suit, which lifted towards him and assumed a similar smoke cloud form, surrounding him entirely. The cloud solidified into an armoured figure, who was still very much the Demonic Prince of the Song. He grabbed the wrist of a nearby creature, raising his other fist through the beast's elbow and snapping its arm into two. He snapped the numb fingers off and took the Fae sword in his hand, assuming a defensive stance as he looked to Oberon.
Oberon ignored the attacks Vernil landed, aside from being pushed back a bit. He threw a savage and sudden roundhouse kick toward Vernil's head, laughing. "You ate a city. Congratulations. I ate universes."