[Asasiah]

She may have noticed the woman with the half-dead demon on her back, after all the stench really did bug her, but she didn't mention the matter. Instead, she listened to what the man called Na'lsa said to her. She couldn't help it after that, she just started laughing. It made her sound insane, but she stopped dead when he said the word Nephilim.

"A Nephilim is on this island..." The air around her changed, her hands fell to her sides, clenching, and blue light spread out from her back, spanning in the shape of wings. Her hair seemed to flow on a nonexistent wind, lifting into the air, dark smokey bands rising from the ground... and from her hand sliced out a long flaming sword. She was looking down at the time, but as her eyes lifted to the group both the red and the blue were glowing.

"Where is it..." she said in a blind anger. She couldn't control the hatred in her, it was a part of who she was. "No such being deserves to live." Her eyes turned toward Mehetabel. In a roundabout way, the woman was going to get exactly what she wanted. She had never seen Asasiah so angered.