It was in the dead of night that the little Daemon was moving about. Preparing the night patrol to humor in her training once more. Not like they had the choice to refuse her all that much anymore. Brone had already enlisted their services once and it only taught her that she could continue to use them time and time again when she needed her practice.

All the training she has already done before had went a long way in helping her learn how to do things fast. To the point frost and dark honestly felt like extension of her. She figure she could practice two spells for the night. The wouldn’t even incur damage so that made them even better. At least she wouldn’t have to hear about the grumblings later on how she was a cold hearted harpy. Not like she minded, she liked the titled acquired.

Raphael begrudgingly lead the charge. The patrol assembled a bit of the way from the guild on the suggestion Lumikki made. She would hate to wake the guild up from her training and get an ear full for it but also she wanted a new space to work in. The training dome felt stuffy sometimes.

She approached the meeting point, but she wanted to make her arrival funny to her. After all they don’t know what to expect nor what was coming. As per usual she didn’t tell them the spells she had in mind that she wanted to practice.

She slipped the Moonlit Veil of her’s, slipping seamlessly into the night around her. She would go unnoticed and unheard from now. Flying on her frost dark wings as she made it for the center of the crowd. Eager to try her new trick. One she was already playing with the idea of since the Joyan war.

She flew just above the men below, keeping them all within the range of her incoming magic. I helped her greatly that they all happened to be muddled together. It would also help her when they tried to run away.

The Daemon now took a moment. Letting the mana flow all around her for the time she was focusing and relaxing. Using the beating of her wings to lol her into a nice zen. The giddy excitement to torment the men below had her to jittery and so she was doing her best to calm it and stone cold herself so she would make a proper assassin. A proper bird of prey in the night. She still couldn’t back her smirk though.

When she was finally just feeling the zen of her mana circulating, letting it now direct to the direction she wanted. All to her throat now. Oooh she couldn’t hold herself back again. She had a big grin again now.

She sucked back as much air as she could in her inhale. Holding however much her little lungs could carry. Letting it mix and churn with her mana. She licked her lips as she let the mix sit. More than eager to let her spell out. Finally she was reaching the point where she was hitting her limits. She let herself fall down somewhat to make sure that they caught the full roar of her howl.

She grinned again before finally pulling her head back. A magical circle formed just before her face. Her voice spilled forth and let out a blood curdling screech. She pushed out all the air and mana she held in her lungs. She felt the powerful reverberations echo in her throat as she let out her howl.

The men below on the other hand did not know what hit them. They were ensnared in the banshee’s screech. Their heads even began to pound as her screech would echo in their minds. She looked down to them after the last of her screech escaped her lips. She observed as they clutched their heads. Trying to center themselves for the disorienting screams. It took a long moment for them to get to moving and reaching. The Daemon waited for a few minutes before they would even begin to steady themselves, of coursed Raphael being one of the first ones. He rose himself the first and looked around. Trying to find her, she assumed. But he gave up quick enough looking over the state of his men. Trying to rally them back up so they could all steady themselves as well.

It was indeed a pitiful sight to see them. Some fell over from the affects of her howl making them lose balance. The ones in the center and closer to her felt it more. Most of the fell were just below her. Raphael on the other hand was toward the end, leading the patrol here after all left him to the side. So perhaps, Lumi wonder, if the attributed for his quicker recovery. That and his desire to spite and face her. It made the Daemon chuckle. She really hopped to break him one day. All his will, all his pride? She hoped that one day she could strip it from him, but for now she wanted to get stronger.

She continued to observe the men below. They clutched their head for some time. Her sight was perfect even in the dark, even in the distance that she was, and she could read them mouthing how they could still hear her wailing. She would keep chuckling to herself as she watched one. Raphael would even yell out to her. Demanding that she would show herself. She would not of course. But she would release her spell to see how they would react before trying it again.

The men below seemed to take a moment to feel the affects of her release. Still hearing her ghastly howling in their heads. Raphael fighting her every step of the way had seemed to even be cleared of it the first. Standing back up in his usual poise and looking around for where she stood. Then after his rallying, the others appeared to be shaking of her howls as well. Though the were still huddled together as they feared what would happen next.

Hoping that the Daemon would not release a full frontal attack now after they has all recovered from her last spell.

Lumi, already doing the process before of feeling her mana circulate did it again. Letting it cycle until she was ready to pour it all back in her throat again. This time it was all quicker than it had been before, the Daemon already getting used to the sensations required to execute her spell.

She let the mana hold once more in her throat, this time for more time and for more mana to reside before breathing in her massive breathe. Letting the two swirl and churn once more before throwing her head back once more and letting out her Ravenous Screech. Her lavender magical appearing just above her head. Transforming her blood curdling screech into the interaction that knocks the intelligence out of her opponents as well. Helping her turn the tides while her foes lack the sense to face her properly and hopefully make the wrong calls in their battles.

The patrol men below recoiled in her ravenous howl. It tasted so good on her lips. She didn’t expect the unbridle joy it would give her to do it again. To lul them with a sense of comfort and snatch it away form them. The men’s heads began to pound and ring once more and she looked down to observe how they would stand for it.

It was nice to see that though she just released her spell, it lost no potency in its next casting. All the men were hit like it was all brand new and even though they didn’t expect it a second time, the surprise didn’t fail either.

She let the veil she wore disparate so that they could make her out from below. Though it was still somewhat hard since there was no light to be had, it was possible. Raphael of course being the first to spot her before giving her a sneering gaze. Very unhappy with the bulling from the Daemon and the fact the all he could do was sit there and take it. The man was at a loss and he simply did not know what would be coming next. There was no way to predict what this monster would do now. And the fact that she finally revealed herself again after all this time did not make him fell better. It did not put the man or any of his own at ease.

The air was already chilling form her excitement. The temperature was dropping quite rapidly just from around her. If one could even see it, the could see the crystals of ice forming in the air. Lumi grabbed at her face with both hands, cupping her face as she held in her excitement for the next round.

“Is that all witch‽” Raphael managed to growl. He was really losing that facade of his. Not to her surprise really, the screech was stripping him and the others of their sense and mental fortitudes. They wouldn’t have the peace to face her like they wanted, or the brightest way for that matter. She watched him scramble even more.

“Yes! What do you want form me‽ You frigid witch, what do you want from me‽” Me? She thought. There is is, me? All he cared about was “me”. Her face would warp to match what just how much his pitiful pleas was making her feel. A demented grin.

”Run….” She says to him. Looking him right in the eye. ”Well…run is ye can..” She through her head back in another cackle. Flipping in the air to look back down at the men below. Waving her hand and tilting her head as she watched them try tp get themselves centered enough to run. The howling in their heads keeping them from joining together and even trying to run in one direction. It looked like they would attempt to try and scatting in every which way, with only a few pointed back to the home that was the guild.

A magical circle shown beneath their feet. They were all deeply engulfed by it. Even if they were to properly begin now, they were going to feel the affects of her spell all the same. And them from there, escaping was only going to be more difficult.

The frost and chill that hung around her only got even colder. Spreading to the area she directed her new found spell. The men below were even beginning to catch the chill themselves. Finding that it was already stunting their movements as they attempted to make their escapes. The cold and bitter chill was quickly working its way in and deep, seeping through their flesh and bones. Since the men below weren’t particularly fast themselves, the moved at a snails pace now. And the longer they lingered in her chilling aura, the more they froze over and slowed.

It did not help that their heads were still pounding and the sensation of the mental turmoil and the frigid hell, were really putting fear into them. They were already weary of the Daemon before but this was adding new levels of trauma on now. The men down there have never felt this level of cold themselves until Lumikki showed up and began to toy with them.

“You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this to me….” Raphael tried to exclaim. He was crumbling from the chill and could no longer move the much out of her zone himself. Didn’t stop the man from trying though. He was still pushing on. Still trying to move. His pride was fascinating to her. At least he indeed was not entirely weak. She could say it was what made the act of trying to break him all that much more fun.

“I will find a way to get you back. I will find a fire that could blaze strong enough to turn that cold harpy heart of yours to cinders!” The fool would declare. Though she wondered how much he would own up to it all when he regained his senses. Though she enjoyed toying with him and making this particular man suffer, she also found herself getting quite annoyed for his presence alone. Not including the look on his face towards her to the words to leave his mouth. She was both entertained and not pleased.

And the group would only suffer more for it. She chilled the air further so that it began to hurt more now than ever before, before descending further down so that she would be easier to hear.

”I simply just want ta break ye Raphael. Only ya really. The rest only suffer in proxy. They suffer cause yer around. But I sure they are even beginning to pick up on it Aye, and there’s only a matter of time before they’ll turn on ye for it. Sacrifice ye for their peace and safety. Really, I couldn’t even blame ‘em for it. Could ya? I know very well ye’d do the same. Ye mask had already slipped as it was when ye asked why was I doing it just to ya.” The Daemon cackled again after saying her peace. Finally telling the man what she thought and felt about it all. Ever since she saw him the first time during the Joyan war, she only wanted for him to suffer. And that is what she planed to do.

Though as she looked over to all the man held in her spell, she saw how stunted their movement was. She was satisfied with her growth and displace of power. First releasing the spell she casted first over their mind so they could take the moment to catch their sense again. Letting them feel the relief of their thoughts for a moment before thinking about what she just told them. When the torment left most their faces she flew back up, letting the air warm up again as she let go of her spell. Though it did take quite time for the warm night air to claim the spot once more, the meant would feel the relief immediately. Excited that they were saved form her winter’s grasp. All before looking at their commander in a bitter sense of disdain. Now blaming him for the suffering they endured.

She could see his face drop as she prepared to fly away. Leaving in what felt like a den of wolves. They had half a mind to turn on him, the strain on their bodies and mind for the moment was enough to make the feral. But for the moment they all held out as they silently walked back home.