Mittelt was terrified. No, scratch that. She was scared shitless.
How could she not be? She was witnessing the full power of the Amaterasu Incarnation first hand. If only Raynare had been smart enough to not dismiss her claims. And now she was paying the price.
"Just stand still and die, you little whore!"
"My my, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Tamamo goaded Raynare into attacking. Due to her frenzied rage, the Fallen could not see that the Youkai was now completely manipulating her actions.
She was like a puppet on strings by this point. Obeying the whims of the maestro. Out of rage, she took to the air and called two light spears into her hand, sending them flying towards Tamamo, who effortlessly knocked them away with a simple kick. Mittelt knew better to get involved, but the sheer dominating presence and terror that the Sun Avatar presented had rooted her in place. She didn't dare move an inch, instead merely watching helplessly as Raynare continued to throw spear after spear and Tamamo effortlessly destroying them as if they were nothing.
Eventually, the deity grew annoyed by the pitiful onslaught, so she decided to attack a bit. She drew two talismans and threw them with extreme precision and speed. They attached to Raynare's legs, and promptly dragged her back to the earth.
"Grgh?!" The crash back down to the pavement was not a pleasant one. Her arm twisted and bent in a direction that was not meant to for a normal human. At best, it was a mere inconvenience. Being a Fallen Angel, a being higher than a human, had its advantages. However, when she tried to stand, she found that her legs were glued to the ground. "W-what?!" Struggling, she tried to move them. They were firmly planted. No matter how much she struggled, they refused to move for even an inch. "Why can't I move my legs?!"
"It is pointless to struggle." Tamamo said condescendingly. "Those seals manipulate gravity to be several times greater than normal. You can no longer fly with those precious wings of yours."
Raynare lifted her head, bearing her teeth at the woman. "Wh-why you damned...!"
"Silence!" The goddess avatar declared in a frigid tone. "Insects have no right to speak." Raynare opened her mouth, likely to deliver another snarling insult or curse. However, it was cut short when Tamamo narrowed her eyes, throwing another charm. This one was planted firmly over her mouth, leaving her to only let out muffled screams and roars of obscured profanity. "There. That's better." the fox maiden smirked before she turned her attention to Mittelt, who promptly froze beneath her gaze. "And as for you... You at least had the decency to not get involved. In fact, you haven't even moved an inch." Her eyes narrowed as her smirk turned almost vicious, sauntering forward with her tail flicking about. "What to do with you, We wonder? Should We rip off your wings? Burn you alive? You people were trying to kill Our precious husband, after all."
Mittelt couldn't mutter a word. She was too scared. Instead, all she could do was slump to the ground in a mess, tears streaming down her cheeks. The sight only made Tamamo even more pleased. At least this one knew when to fold. Her Lancer self was telling her to kill her before she became too much of a threat, but strangely her Assassin fragment disagreed, bringing up an interesting argument. Killing her would be a waste. She would serve to be of more use if she was alive. She held an internal debate for a moment, consulting with the rest of the Nine before returning her attention back to the gothic lolita.
"You should feel honored, little crow." she said, folding her arms beneath her bountiful bosom. "We will allow you to live... That is, assuming you tell me everything."
The traumatized girl found her voice, only stammering and shaking uncontrollably. "W-What do you wish to know, Tamamo-sama?!" she squawked obediently. From her spot, Raynare thrashed with a crazed look in her eyes. If she could speak, she would probably threaten to kill Mittelt if she said anything.
"From what We gathered, someone named Azazel ordered my Husband's death. We want to know why."
"A-Azazel-sama believed the boy had a S-Sacred Gear! One that made him d-deemed d-dangerous!" She spoke truthfully.
"And just what led him to believe that? Had he been spying on Our beloved?" Tamamo questioned.
"I-I don't know! A-Azazel-sama has always had an interest in S-Sacred Gears!"
"So he's a stalker then." She deduced. "And what made him think that Our dear husband possessed one of them?"
"W-We were asked to spy on him for three weeks! T-Then Kokabiel-sama told us Azazel-sama wanted him eliminated!"
Tamamo narrowed her eyes. "And who is Kokabiel?"
"Another of our Leaders! H-He told us Azazel-sama wanted him dead!"
"I see...And none of you ever stopped to clarify with Azazel if his orders were true?"
"Wh-what do you mean?!"
Tamamo wondered if she should feel annoyed or just outright curious. From the sound of it, this Kokabiel was likely Azazel's second-in-command, or perhaps someone who answered directly to him. It could be a case of misunderstood orders and that they thought they were meant to eliminate her husband...or she could just be reading too much into this, as her "Berserker" personality told her plainly. Either way, the fact remained: these filthy crows had dared to try and kill her Husband, and by Izanagi they would pay. She bore no ill will to the little girl, but she would punish her for her transgressions.
First things first...
Slowly, Tamamo looked over at Raynare, her tail flickering about. So many ideas came to mind. Ways to torture and humiliate the woman. Enough to make her pay a thousand times over. But the more the ideas came, the more dissatisfied she felt. None felt even remotely suitable for trash such as her. When the ideas failed to be of use, she consulted with the Tamamo Nine. Their ideas were, to be honest, ranging from utter torture to downright borderline on murder in the goriest fashion possible. Yet somehow, none of it even felt right for that woman. Tamamo wanted her to suffer in the most horrible way possible. To live and feel pain for the rest of her miserable life.
Then her "Assassin" fragment offered an idea and brought a grin to her face. One that rang alarm bells in Raynare's head as she approached.
It was perfect. Truly a fitting punishment for someone so arrogant.
"Are you familiar with the legend of Icarus?" Tamamo asked with a sickeningly sweet smile. "It's an old Greek legend. Icarus was granted wings by his father, Daedalus, to escape imprisonment from Minos. However, he grew arrogant in his flight capabilities and soared higher and higher, challenging the Sun. Soon, his wings, crafted from wax and feathers, melted from the Sun's gaze and he plummeted to his demise. Do you understand where We are going with this?" A mass of flame manifested in Tamamo's hand.
"You have flown too close to the Sun..." She grasped both wings in her flame encased hands.
No sooner had she done so had the feathery pinions become soaked in red. Muffled screams erupted from Raynare's threat, thrashing about and trying to pull Tamamo off of her. Her grip was like a steel vice, refusing to budge an inch. The longer she held onto the wings, the more the flames spread. Mittelt's mouth became closed by her hands, watching in horror as her comrade was being stripped of all that she was. Tamamo had no plans to kill her, of course. She wanted her to suffer in agony. Stripping her of these filthy wings: the symbol of her power, was just the first of many long steps.
"Only when Icarus' wings were burned, he came crashing back down to the Earth." Tamamo remarked off-handedly as if she wasn't burning off Raynare's wings, all with a smile on her face. "His death was a quick one. Yours will not be." Her smile grew, revealing the sharp molars that looked more fitting on a wild beast than a beautiful woman. "We won't kill you. We need you to understand what you've done. You claimed to be of higher standing than humans... So let us see how you fare on their level, hm?"
Raynare continued to scream. Whether or not she heard her tormentor over the pain was unknown. Her nerves were screaming. Her head throbbed. Her very essence was being burned away.
This torment continued for several more moments.
And then, with a prolonged and purposely dragged out and weak tug, the smoldering wings ripped from her shoulder blades, peeling away charred flesh and exposing throbbing red muscle. Gaping red holes, gushing blood remained on Raynare's back. When her wings were ripped out, most of her shoulder blades came out with them.
With a flick of her wrists, the ashen remains of the black wings crumbled to dust in Tamamo's hands before they scattered in the air.
All that was left of the Fallen Angel Raynare was a mortified and spasming girl with raven black hair, body lying helplessly on the ground with tears staining her face. Her eyes were glazed over, a sign that she had gone unconscious from the intensity of the pain. There was even foam leaking out from the corners of her covered mouth, seeping through the talisman. Satisfied with her work, Tamamo flicked her wrist and removed the bindings. Raynare didn't even budge an inch, confirming she had indeed passed out from the pain.
A shame. She was hoping she was still conscious so that she could rub the fact that she was no longer an "Angel" in her face. She looked at her hands in disgust, noting how they were covered in ashes of the remains of her wings before she dusted them off, removing the black remains.
"There." she said sadistically to the unconscious woman. "Now you are on the same level as those humans you hate." She then turned her attention to Mittelt, who didn't dare move an inch. She was too terrified. If she wasn't scared of Tamamo-no-Mae, she definitely was now. "We will let you live, little crow, but remember this." she warned her, holding up her hand and forging a dark red flame. "If you dare harm Our Husband, know that there is no place for you to hide from Us."
"Y-YES, TAMAMO-NO-MAE-SAMA!" Mittelt cried, prostrating herself before the avatar, head planted firmly on the floor.
Tamamo nodded in approval. Good. The girl knew how to act before an Avatar of the Sun Goddess. All that was left now is to wrap things up.