Behind the two, a pair of bright white eyes flared. Almost as if coming trough a rift in excistance, she with astunishing speed smashed her hands into Derek respective Skiv's chest, sending them both to the ground, her kneeling above them both. Her robe was gone, so her demonic structure was revealed before the two, her thorns and horns revealed clearly. Her bright white eyes was flaring as she pressed them both against the ground tightly. The rift closed behind her and black smoke started seeping out of each and every thorn and horn on her body, as a result from using her demonic magic to amplify herself vastly. Her grip against them both drained them of energies, almost as if she was absorbing their powers to amplify her own strength.
"You petty mortals, with your petty conflicts for power and rule. Your petty magic tricks and your petty muscles. Your petty dreams and your petty lives. You do not yet know the meaning of true pow..-"
She dropped them both and she roared in terrible agony, holding both hands against her face. She screamed in pain as she fell backwards, onto her back, and crawled along the floor by pushing with her legs. She hit her own head against the floor repeatingly, trying to remove the pain with more pain. She then whinched, turning and withdrawing herself into an embryotic position. Out her back, arms and even on her head was even more thorns forcing their way out trough her body, trough her supposively indestructable skin, and with the thorns came blood as well. Not red, nor green, but pitch black, and thicker than oil. In agony she roared.