Fractal paled, and his muscles moved on their own. They contracted as fast as they could, cracking his bones in the process. He needed to run away; there was no way he could survive or talk his way out of this.
Two Maharajas, two Asmodeuses, two Tiamats, and Beelzebub. Each of which had more myths and stories about their power, violence, and utter inhuman and violent tendencies. They were beings that even devils feared, and for a good reason.
Maharaja, for example, needs to eat a lot, and since the residents of hell cannot die, she is using them as an infinite food source. That made Fractal feel like a chicken that found itself in front of a tiger, no, a black jaguar.
For the first second, he bolted away without anyone following him. He flapped his wings as hard as he could, and even pushed his curse beyond its limit, flying as fast as a fighter jet, trying to get away with his hide.
