Threat Of An Invasion

"What have you done?" X'yeth snarled as he tried to free himself from the strange light covering his wounds.

The tentacles under his chin moved and assaulted the demon in front, but they were cut without remorse. Then, like his limbs, the white light started to cover the tentacles, preventing them from healing.

"Nothing much, but..." Zeno answered with a smile on his face.

Afterward, he leaned forward and struck the scythe's opposite end on the Cthulhu's shoulder.

"Let me remind you, only I have the liberty of asking questions, so just stay right there and be an obedient dog. Do I make myself clear, self-proclaimed god?" Zeno asked with conviction, his voice cold and filled with menace.

The atmosphere behind him turned heavy as his presence became more terrifying. The cthulhu stared at the soul devourer, and in that moment, he felt fear.