Inside the library, Beelzebub sat on one of the benches, watching Raze as a reddish-black flame swirled around his body like a vortex, yet it didn't burn him. Even the heat that came from the flames were controlled so much that they didn't burn into a single thing.
Raze's hands were slightly spread apart as he controlled the flame, his eyes shut, breathing calm and steady, each inhale and exhale measured perfectly. The fire was demonic in nature, Hell's fire, as Beelzebub liked to call it.
Raze had spent his time here learning demonic magic, learning how to access demonic energy the same way he had learned to use mana. But the moment he began, he realized there was a massive hurdle he needed to overcome.
Someone who possessed mana within their body had extreme difficulty learning demonic magic.
Mana naturally countered demonic energy.
