Chapter 239: Sigil of Kimaris

Meanwhile, Zazel would be carried across the lower floors, watching multiple holes from above be made, dropping down Staff left and right, racing off in certain halls in order to try and cut them off. The demon was quick in analyzing his opponents, watching them touch the walls to create more holes and throw them forward, hoping one of them would reach. "Physical Contact....and afterwards, you can throw them like discs. The trajectory is through the walls themselves, sliding off without any need of hesitation. Not to mention that it can also connect to other parts of the hotel and can be either a death trap or an invasion whenever they feel like it.....I GOT IT!" The Demon reached a conclusion on how to deal with such a style. Yet, before he was able to exploit it, the holes would be quick in swarming the two, embedding themselves within the floor, allowing all sorts of sharp objects to rise: Knives, Cutters, Slicers, and Scissors. Such holes multiplied and flung themselves towards the walls, having Graters enter through and line themselves perfectly, closing it in as to try and crush the demon with it.

Zazel held on tight as he'd have Kimaris run straight through, a zombified growl out of the Goetia's mouth, nearly getting on all fours, walking among the cutlery without a shred of hesitation. Even if one were to pierce into its flesh, because he was essentially a corpse, he wouldn't feel it. His nerves were already dead. He'd plant his feet through such objects, using their hands as a stepping stone to walk across them. When the staff realized such objects were fruitless, they instead decide to throw up the cutlery as a hinderance in mid-air, whilst trying to grab the undead by the soles and drag him straight down. Zazel would be quick in creating a new sigil, allowing Kimaris to take hold and cast the pre-made spell, a wave of electricity coursing through, shocking everyone within it. With little issue, they made it past the hall, a collective cheer from the demons, a taunt to them, thinking they got out of the mess.

Fwoop!

A Hole. A hidden one that they didn't noticed. One of the staff members managed to grab ahold of such a hole and toss it far out, a last ditch attempt to capture them and prepare the execution. The two quickly began to fall straight down, tumbling into a bathroom with solid glass walls, right in the very shower itself. Kimaris would thankfully soften the fall for the Demon, yet as they looked up, they'd see that the hole was quick in disappearing, a new one taking its place. The Zombified Goetia grabbed ahold of Zazel and attempted to toss him straight upwards, only to be met with a sudden rush of water straight on his face, pushing him straight back down and landing on his head, small drops of blood made as a result. The Demon became dazed as he tried to get up, with Kimaris, holding onto the child upright so no further blood would be spilt, letting him assess the situation once more.

Water.

A flooding straight towards the Bathroom, with a hole made nearby to try and strike at the outlets, letting the power start short circuiting. Their intentions were clear as they'd make the hole disappear and leave them for dead: Either death by Drowning, or by electrocution. Once the Devil recognized the small sparks, he immediately snapped out of it, and focused on making his escape, having Kimaris throw himself at the outlet and prevent it from connecting with the water, letting the beast try to create an opening amidst the ceiling, letting Zazel figure out that such bathrooms were made by having the glass wall touch said roof, preventing him from doing a successful leap upwards. He would see off the corner of his eye that the water is starting to leak through the cracks of the panes. He'd have to expend more energy than he thought, quickly creating Focalor with a wave of his hand, and pumping more towards the sigil, before shattering it, triggering his secondary style of Magic.

Armor Magic.

Upon shattering, the boys body began to be coated within the markings. A Cool blue metal was wrapping around him, gills being made around his neck to let him breathe underwater, retractable fins across his arms and the back of his legs, serving as both an offense and a way to maneuver himself underwater. The helm he wears branded shark-like teeth across the visor, with visible eyes made on the top, as well as his horns adapting into small, straight lines, using echolocation on his surroundings. Without any hesitation, he dove straight into the mere puddle, now a bottomless well, going as deep as he can, in order to shoot himself straight above. He'd swallow his own fear as he began to ascend, watching through the melancholic waves and ripples that the Goetia he summoned has successfully dug a hole across the ceiling, using his rotten flesh to cover the damaged outlets to prevent the shock from occurring. He was like a Salmon, racing himself up a waterfall, piercing through the harsh pressure and making his way into what looked to be a compact box, the water rushing through in such torrents. He needed to get out of this, fast.

SHIKKK!!!

A Clean cut around him, spinning himself like a top as he'd slash at the area, a water system that was funneling such liquids without stopping. Amidst the attack, he managed to bisect one or two members of the staff, being met with a few others, all ready to strike him in his stomach and head. Zazel merely used the wasted water to drag them into the endless depths, whilst he began to run straight out a nearby door and making his way up into the floors, hearing a familiar sound through the now deserted shaft. His friend. "YEAH! I'M FINE! I'M HEADING UP TO SOLOMON AND CO. YOU KEEP DISTRACTING THEM! TRY TO SEE IF THERE'S A MONSTER WORTH USING!" He'd shout, giving him some advice before bolting out of the room, not wanting the other members to catch up and try to get a hit in while he was distracted.