A jet of purple flames burst from the centre of the black cocoon, a large snout pushing through with the overly concerned voice of a red dragon.
"Asmodeus?! Did you die?"
"Are you stupid? Wouldn't you notice I died even before I did."
"...Oh, right."
Valena pushed herself through the small crack, sending fissures across the black surfaces, shattering it completely. She fell with a ground-quaking thud and glanced at Nikolai, snorting flames with a haughty grin on her draconic maw.
"So, is it over now?"
"Eh?" Asmodeus's eyes widened the moment she uttered those cursed words.
He couldn't bring to mind the first time those words changed meaning; was it that familiar action movie he watched as a child? A dark, chilling horror when trying to woo a middle-aged mother of two with huge tits.
But Asmodeus truly believed in such a superstitious word.
The moment any character uttered it.
All hell would break loose.
"Damn it!"
