It hadn't been much time at all in his travels to Crocus a bit before the ball he was to attend, and already things were getting hectic. Amen'ra was running currently, toward a flying red winged man who was holding a small boy by the ankle toward it's 'flock'. It wasn't long ago that he was closing the demonic rifts alongside his brothers in arms, traitors to their own cores, but now he was dealing with demons again. Things like this had been happening more frequently and a woman had informed her of the creature taking her son during an attack that had happened a few minutes prior.
Informed him more like she ran into the bar in a fit screaming for someone to help her baby boy for some jewel, but she had him at 'help'. He wasn't in it for the money... that was just a bonus.
"Unhand him, hellspawn!" He yelled while sprinting after the demon, the little boy screaming his head off the entire way as the cold was bitter around them. Wearing a pair of blue form fitting jeans, a white sweater and black spiked choker, a red fur coat with white gloves and black boots; he was clearly unfit for a fight. The only saving grace being the smoldering sword he'd purchased that lucky was on it's way for a cleaning as a rusted blade was no one's friend.
Trudging quickly through the snow, he would find himself leaping off of a vendors cart to reach the rooftop for a closer shot. It would keep the snow from slowing him down and let him get close enough to the demon that he could extend his hand backward and prepare a spell. Palm open wide to create a red and gold magic seal raw sunlight would pour through in the shape of a 4 foot spear, perfect for the occasion. The warbling pointed pole of orange fire and golden light was then hurled forward at the demon's head, speeding through the air to impale the beast.
"Saintly Lance!"
A sickening scream as it's body wen't limp and it released it's clutches on the boy, both quickly plummeting toward the earth. Amen'ra lucky had dashed through the air toward the young man and managed to catch him well before he would hit the ground, saving him thankfully. Landing in a pile of the cold element he would stand the boy and himself up and look him over, making sure he was alright before directing him home to his mother. He had unfinished business as he continued moving in the direction the demon had been moving to, eager to find the rest of it's friends to put them out of their collective misery.
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