Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191217183339/@comment-36159587-20200121034806

"Ha. Haha. Hahahaha." Akuma was laughing (in what could be seen as quiet in comparison to earlier), muttering something about cowards, his eyes flickering across the scene with happiness.

Hitan's student and the angel (the hybrid being at the bottom, cushioning his student's fall) had hit the bottom, but Hitan wasn't moving. His left wing was seemingly gone, dissolved into ashes, and a part of his right wing was entirely charred, as was most of his tunic and robe on his left side. His eyes weren't closed--they were open, but blank, a palette of gold. He was mostly frozen in the position he'd been prior to being burned by the hellfire (oh, by the way, Time, these flames can't be stamped out), his arms still locked protectively around his student, even in his state of unconsciousness.

His student seemed to be still petrified--even his eyes were dull from all the fear that had struck him before--but he was muttering something full of fear, trying to support himself into an upright position, trying to scream for help, but his lungs were choked with smoke, or maybe fear, and maybe both.

Oh, it seems like it's a good time for one of them to head on down. Both McStabby and the lieutenant appear on the bottom floor, heading at a steadfast pace to the very vulnerable pair of beings.