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The deviculum was going well until Behemolt broke in rampaging. Everyone in the room froze in shock, except Iruma who attacked on instinct. He immediately created his bow and shot, but a barrier prevented it from hitting. Kirio's barrier.
"So Kirio senpai is here," Iruma thought to himself, "might as well have some fun." And with that he calmly started walking toward the enemy.
Behemolt turned his attention to Iruma. "Freeze" Iruma commanded, in a voice unlike his usual. It was sharp and stern not at all like his normal kind and happy tone. Behemolt seemed to obey, but not by will. Like he was forced to stay still when he wanted to move.
"Now," Iruma said, staring at Behemolt with an unsettling grin. In one smooth movement, Iruma sliced his hand through the air and Behemolt's head tumbled off his shoulders and onto the ground with a loud thud.
Audible gasps could be heard across the room. Everyone was too stunned to speak. Who was this young demon, killing one of the thirteen crowns? And with such ease?
It took a moment before anyone had the courage to speak. The first to say something was Azazel Henri. "For committing murder, border patrol will have to detain you."
"You can't do that," Iruma said a little too happily.
"Why can't I?" Henri questioned.
"Because," Iruma responded, stepping back. Black, feathered wings unfurled from his back. At the same time, two horns grew visible and what seemed to be a black halo appeared above his head. Iruma shot into the air.
"I am the Dark Angel, bridge of realms, judge of character. If I believe someone should die, they will perish!" Iruma said for the whole room to hear.
"Iruma!" bellowed a voice from the opposite side of the ballroom. All demons present turned their attention to the source of the voice, only to see Derkila standing there in front of them.
"Suzuki Iruma, you know the rules. Come here," Derkila said, arms crossed. Iruma rolled his eyes. "Now."
Iruma looked annoyed, but flew over to Derkila regardless.
"Your in big trouble when we get home, young man," Derkila scolded.
"But dad," Iruma complained.
"Don't 'but dad' me."
"Kids, am I right," Derkila said, this time directed at Sullivan. And with that, Derkila grabbed Iruma by the wrist and dragged him out of the building.
"What... just happened?" Sullivan said, voicing the main thought of everyone present.