Jalut the True
A malicious aura seeped off every pore of his aura, directed at the maid with such searing hate she might catch on fire at once! He spat his words vehemently, as if each syllable was a venom, cursing with the deepest and truest of hatreds. "COWARDLY!? Damn youu... how dare you insult me!? As if I would ever! I COULD NEVER-"
But just when he was about to finish his sentence, he froze and stopped, as if a sharp reminder caused him to fall into silence? But why? What could have caused such an arrogant demon warrior to silence himself without a rebuttal?
Just before anyone could wonder on that, a sickening aura of darkness overwhelmed the area, an invasive feeling that would cause anyone's heart to skip, regardless of their emotional or mental state. Or rather, such was the natural reaction when someone witnessed a commandment activating. Hah, of course! He was worrying for nothing!
"You're...lying." The armor smiled widely, looming expectantly over the puffy haired girl. Then he roared, brandishing his fist against her. "I am Jalut the True of the ten commandments! By my absolute law, all those who lie to me shall turn to salt!"
There was no escaping once those words had been uttered. Her fingers would begin to calcify and transform. It was too late! Her kidneys and intestines should already be turning into salt, and it would take little for his commandment to end her! She would surely become a pretty statue!!
"I don't care about what you are, but neither of you are my master! I won't be chained or made lightly of, now DIE!!" His fist came flying at her like a truck of sheer force, intent on breaking her while his gift turned her to salt.
