Takao stood there as he heard the name "Akuko" and he looked at the women his mother was speaking too, and several things clicked into place all at once. This was the thing, well person, that Takao knew that he needed to protect and that he had loved from before he could remember. All of those memories and why this was the case was still very much beyond his own scope of understanding, as it was simply apart of himself but also seemed foreign and unknown why he felt the way he did. Takao finally had his answer and he would need to figure out what he needed to do for this women to get more into her life. His mother then asked him a question but before he could answer he could hear the sound of a snarky women, something that seemed to scratch at the back of his mind in a way he had never felt before. Thinking back to what his mother had just said, this women might have been Akuko from before or atleast apart of her.
It was at that moment that he heard the sounds of a innocent giggle, one that caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand straight up and his hand to go to his sword in a moment. He was in danger, and he knew it. Quillareine was this being's name, and they appeared to know his mother. Well that did make sense given that his mother was a God of Death so a dead person should know who they are but still. It seemed more familiar then any of that, something was going on here. Was Quillareine similar in some way to Akuko's shadow was to her? Takao wasn't fully sure and he then listened to the cold and snarky shadow speak to Akuko.
"If all you cared about was helping keeping a person alive, then it seems you have made that come true and you paid the ultimate price for it. You will be of the past, but not forgotten, as you helped my mother and Akuko reach where they are now. If you cared about destroying Joya, then you have succeeded as well. Joya of old is no more, and will never return. So it appears that your goals are completed, and yet you are still so angry about it all. " Takao spoke those words and that is when he heard the sound of something that his very soul knew well, even if he didn't. The sound of a chainaxe roaring to life in the background.
This noise was followed by the sounds of heavy footfalls, the sounds of mechanical hissing and the sounds of distant battle. As a being clad in red and bronze armor, with a helmet that had to large horns that went straight up with various demonic features on it,  being nearly as tall as his mother in the armor, came from the shadows as well. The being had an axe on it's shoulder, one taller then Takao was, with a set of serrated teeth on the end of it, which seemed to vanish for a moment as the roar happened again. The armor was of a make that Takao had never seen, and wasn't sure he would ever want to see who was capable of making it. The helmet this being wore  The area around them instantly began to smell of blood, the iron and metallic scent was familiar to all those present. Around the waist, arms and legs of this beast were large chains, that seemed to go deep into the shadows before disappearing, the chains were tight and seemed to strain against whatever this thing was. The chains seemed to want to pull this thing back into whatever Hell it had come out of, but due to how thin the veil was, it didn't seem to have the power. Ragnar the Red now stood there before the only two people he ever loved or respected, and he was clearly just as dead as Akuko's Shadow Demon was.
Takao backed up and got into a fighting stance at the appearance of whatever this demon was before, his hand still on his blade as he tried to figure out why he knew this thing but was so scared of it. He knew what this thing was capable of doing, what lengths it would go to, even though he had never seen this thing before. Ragnar the Red barely looked at the Fox-Man, the prey was simply not worth the trouble as his helmet moved across the group of people there. Ragnar's eyes didn't even stop on Akuko for a moment, either of them, before reaching the eyes of Mishiko and the chainaxe revved to life and with an attempt to take a step forward, the chains snapped tight again and the beast was locked in place, unable to advance on it's 'prey'. A force came through the helmet, though it wasn't a noise even though it felt like a shock wave had ripped across all of them, moving clothing like there was a gust of wind. This beast was fighting against it's chains to get to Mishiko, the strongest in the group.
" Mishiko, what the hell is that thing?" Takao asked his mother about Ragnar the Red.