Asran’s eyes lit up a bright blue as he screamed in agony. The elixir felt like ice was forming as it went over, and through him. Strangling his soul in its icy grip, it felt like he couldn’t breath. But, he had to power through the pain, and clutch onto an imaginary fraying rope that was his sanity. He rolled to his side his hands clutching at the ground. Fingers growing claws that scratched small grooves into the marble floor. He screaming turning more demonic as the pain continued. Steam began to lift off the runes on his body some of them began to erode. But, the glow didn’t fade yet. 

The runes on his body finally stopped glowing. But at the same time he cried out, “[color=00aeef]Damn you... Astoria![/color]” Then collapsed fully blacking out. Several imps approached Asran looking at him with worry. They looked to Ayrie, and hissed angrily at her. Baring fangs at her, but didn’t move to attack her. They turned back to their master, and talked to one another speaking infernal. Then called out to the darkness, a large demon walked out. It had cloven hooves, and a long tail with a diamond shaped tip. It had the head of a goat. It was dragging an unconscious human slave by the face behind it. A wraith like creature was behind the large demon. The demons looked at Ayrie expecting her to leave.