Malachi was getting tired of ending up naked in front of other people.
If he didn't know god was currently asleep, he would think it was all a very sick and twisted cosmic joke at his expense.
He willed the shadows to cover his figure and replicate the clothes that had just burned up moments ago.
When his junk was no longer grazing the concrete, he looked down at his palm and the two flames swirling around in it.
Demons could do lots of things, Mal was learning. Archdemons even more so.
But apparently, they had just as many restrictions and things that were detrimental to their health.
Malachi had begun to feel a tad bit foolish. If anyone had taken precautions against a potentially malevolent supernatural force, then it would certainly be a shaman.
"I hope I didn't give either of you too much of a scare just then… I wasn't really expecting for-"
"You are Oni now. You were not like this before." The old woman pointed at him.
