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[originemesis]

[continued - xxx]

Maybe this wasn't exactly the Paimon he'd encountered before during the dismantlement of the fallen star vein of the universe from which he'd been selected as a muse for little more than an extended extermination on the targets deemed stubborn enough to scare into compliance or smite into a muse slot in which they too would stagnate until summoned for the same dizzying service. But even if this was just another font of Paimon, that didn't matter much, because in the end, there was one inescapable fact that would always hold true for the other-

Paimon was a bitch.

Like for real- fire breath... in hell? The most mid fucking thing he'd ever witnessed. And the fact that it stung like as much of a bitch Paimon was, it was going to have to cook him more to wrest that title from the leader of the owl whores.

Despite his extra crispy feather tips and the molten bits of metal dripping from the spiked studs that lined the angel's high cone of a collar, Adam holds little qualms over taking the burning patches along his silhouette and spreading them like a scalding disease to those gathered below. Even if the embers he discards upon impact along with a batch of molted feathers serve little more than to illuminate the destruction he brings to the manor's walkway as it lambastes the group that had lingered there.

Of course he doesn't get much of a chance to chide them for their squabbling since their leader in loose canons decides to pop off another round of ouchie breaths. Three times the ouchies this round. He doesn't miss a beat once fully grounded, using the impact of the hit along with a swift beating of wings to propel back up into the blood moon lit sky just as the hacked up hairballs of elements merge at the center of where he'd been, clipping at and battering the few that didn't find time to dodge the friendly fire.

"Y'know, fuckpie ~ I'm getting some mixed messages on if you think these gooners are even worth saving." That's what the hell owls go by, right? Goetia sure was a weird way to spell gooner-

Stolas's outrage at the mishap draws the crooked flash of his grin, and he bobs in place just before the steady swirl of the anchored tornado with its growing collection of manor pieces and ripped up flower beds whilst the birds squabbled below. How fun! The more they berated one another and kept trained on each other's throats only for Paimon to cartoonishly bowl them over and start the process up again, the more time he had to keep ticking down. A talon wrenches briefly into the singed folds of robe where streaks of golden blood from his shoulder seemed to bubble and evaporate the closer they dripped inwards towards the scuffed A symbol at its center.

"Ladies- ladies! Please ~ feel free to open up my schedule and off yourselves down there. I'd recommend starting with the blue one. Bro fucking sucks-" Well that got the dark feathered one's attention. When she springs up to swat at him, he's already a wing beat away, laughing as he twists mid air around the backs of her elbows as if she were an aerial dance partner. "You though? You're starting to piss me off!"

Time to face the music.

With a line of light following his pick as he winds up an arm, a heated orange flash trapped within the red of gore of a bone cage flickers through the tears in his robe before a slam of strings emits a ear-splitting screech of a soundwave that makes short work of any remaining glass on the manor and its immediate surroundings, followed soon by a second blast that seems to ignite from the light in his chest and bubble outward in a dazzling display that distracts from the pummeling power of its sound trail. A third wave is notably less lethal across the field, but annoying all the same- an introduction of yet another restless round of thunderous noise he directs towards the swirling pillar of destruction, feeding it with the echoes of every raucous riff as he drifted and swirled about its outskirts as if tasked with overseeing a construction project...rather a deconstruction project given how the whipped winds continued their feast of the goetia manor piece by piece.

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