Humans are composed of what the world refers to as "the seven deadly sins" which are said to be their worst sins. One would say pride and greed wrestles the position for the worst traits in humanity. Gluttony is one of the weakest but still deadly due to leading humans to excessiveness and indulging themselves. The Sirens committed a grave error creating a spark which awakens their awareness in the physical world. They aren't man-made machines, but in the current universe, they're the concept of sins taken flesh - monsters in their truest form.
(This body is so uncomfortable. Is the wisdom cube detecting me as a foreign entity? I made sure to integrate myself without eating everything, so why am I being pushed away...)
Beelzebub's balance wavers when they take a step back. They feel their limbs quiver and the mild numbness is a symptom of their control loosening. The kansen's ego have been suppressed, but Beelzebub couldn't relax.
(I see. Back then, this cold meat threw her life in a gamble to stop me. She must have done something behind Bismarck's back...)
The annoyance of unable to fully move the body continues. Beelzebub scans through the memories of their host, but there are numerous gaps in Tirpitz's memories. Half of them are prior to the last confrontation with Beelzebub. Even they aren't sure if the memories are damaged when they invaded the body or Tirpitz had a failsafe that blocked off some memories.
To have the resolve to die for your people is worthy of respect, but I admit it's painful to vanish into tragedy a second time...
In one of the memories that's barely visible because of the buzzing and static much like an old television, Beelzebub spots an unlikely figure - Sovetsky Soyuz.
Beelzebub cannot truly die. They are a parasite, cancer, and a disease that will only propagate and assimilate their unfortunate host.
...
They are a parasite who finds flavor in the emotions instilled in our wisdom cubes...
...
There will be nothing left of you after you're devoured - leaving only bones and rotting flesh...
...
I don't underestimate your resolve. Your determination and courage are much like your older sister after all...
...
Worry not. I will uphold my promise out of respect for your resolve...
The memory is faint, but Beelzebub recognizes Chkalov and Sovetskaya Belorussiya present in the scene as well. There's no clearer context as everything else is much like a damaged screen.
[Abaddon, I think the kansens outsmarted me. I didn't think they have this much resolve]
[What happened, Beelzebub?]
[The Northern Parliament. They're involved with why this hollow corpse willingly gave herself up, especially their leader]
[That'll be our next target, but in the meantime-]
[Not good. Something in this wisdom cube is limiting my dominance...]
Tirpitz's icy blue eyes gradually return to its striking shade and the kansen herself is barely aware of her surroundings.
"That hurts..."
Remembering of her injury, it stings her sides and shoulder as soon as she regains her senses. Tirpitz falls on one knee while pressing the multiple stabbing wounds on her side.
"Don't move too much, idiot. You're still bleeding-"
Prinz Eugen tries to push Tirpitz back when she quickly stands back up and tries to leave the room, but she gazes down at the wound on her abdomen. Tirpitz's side has stopped bleeding when it's only been two or three minutes.
"You and Bismarck just refuse to stay down, huh..."
It's not only a single stab wound but multiple in the abdominal area. Normally, Tirpitz should be losing blood enough to render her lightheaded and too weak to stand up straight on her own.
"I can't stand around here. Bismarck and the others are in danger..." Tirpitz can barely grits her teeth in pain
"Don't be ridiculous. You'd probably collapse before you can get there"
(What was that feeling just now? It felt like there's something in my head...)
Tirpitz couldn't make sense of a horrible mass of monstrosity with six eyes in her thoughts. Her instincts shake in fear over the dread wrapping around her neck and the sensation of something dangerous behind her.
Meanwhile...
More of Asmodeus's skin tears off and the shredded pieces get carried away by the sea breeze. There's no flesh or blood, just a black condensed mass keeping a human shape.
"Good grief. I loved this skin..."
Asmodeus shakes their head in clear dismay. Geryon had been flailing them around like a chew toy, but the rigging only manages to tear off the left arm and slice open the right side of their face.
"You vile creature! Not only did you parade in our waters with the skin of my comrade, you tricked us into consuming the flesh of our fellow kansens!"
Richelieu is on the peak of her fury due to the Leviathan's twisted senses of humor and the worst surprise they can deliver. It's not only a disguise, but the actual skin of the real Guichen inserted with Abaddon's ability.
"Unfortunately, we don't possess morality as humans label it. We coexist and follow our instincts because we are monsters by nature"
Metallic appendages with hooks on each end sprout from the severed left hand. It's only a glimpse of Asmodeus's larger and amalgamated form. It can be referred to as a true form, but it's namely their physical bodies to allow interaction with kansens and Sirens.
"If you think stabbing my sister will provoke me, then you're mistaken!" Bismarck lifts her sword
"Provoke you? It's true I wish to invoke rage and bloodlust to satisfy both Satan and myself. I truly want to make a seasoning out of you, but you're already on their menu"
Black substance protrudes from the end of Asmodeus's spine and it stretches out into a long scaly tail with an animated wolf's head at the end. Asmodeus is chimeric - usually appearing with the head of three dragons with several animals as their body parts.
[Belphegor's sludge had taken effect. Connection had been restored with Beel...]
Even from a distance, Asmodeus mentally pinpoints Beelzebub but weaker due to their restricted form. They smile in relief and excitement, eager to welcome their recovered brethren.
[Eliminating Bismarck is out of the option. However, there's no such exception with everyone else]
Roon and other ships from both Iris Libre and Vichya Dominion join in the battle, leaving Asmodeus to fight several kansens head-on.
"The mere hatred and murderous intent from all of you is truly marvelous. Oh, the ecstasy and the pleasure - I cannot simply contain it!"
Using the human arm, Asmodeus grabs the torn skin on her face and further rips it down. There's no flesh or blood inside, but gaping darkness and appendages crawling.
"Entertain me, so I may serve a feast to my brethren!"
Spikes made out of bones and steel erupt from the skin, further ripping away their disguise. From human size, the disguise shreds right in front of them and their size inflates that they tower even Geryon or any dragonoid rigging in Iron Blood.
"Holy shit! That's one big bastard!"
Jean Bart can only lift up her head and nervously smile when Asmodeus reveals their size enough to swallow a kansen whole. Three draconic heads grin at them and two large arms spread wide open to welcome them. Asmodeus has another pair of small arms pressing against their torso.
"Open fire!"
Richelieu opens fire first, prompting the others to follow her lead. Shells of ships from different classes swarm the sky as falling hail of steel.
"What's that? Pebbles?"
Asmodeus tilts their head and scratches the cheek of the head in the middle, puzzled at their attempt when not even the Eagle Union's bombs can pry off their armor. Among their kind, Asmodeus is the least durable but more agile than Mammon, yet they can survive Arbiter class weaponries.
"..."
Some of the shells make the direct contact with their steel scales, but in their perspective, the explosions are like puff of smoke.
"Bismarck, how long till you can use your special attack?"
Richelieu clicks her tongue when Asmodeus yawns and uses one of their tentacles to scratch their back, visibly bored and underestimating the kansens.
"I could fire it now, but charging it for maximum output will take at least fifteen minutes" Bismarck looks up at Geryon
"We'll have to stall that thing" Jean Bart cracks her knuckles
Asmodeus stares at the aircrafts circling around them like flies on an animal carcass. They swipe their tail left to right while all three heads grin in anticipation.
(I knew it. Bismarck is charging her rigging. That attack must be what they believe is their best hope. If I recall, Beel swallowed that attack and described it as hot fudge with a spicy aftertaste)
Asmodeus wiggles the appendages on their back, transforming the hook tips into elongated knife-like blades. Each appendages rapidly swing above them, creating a blender shading them from the falling heavy bombs.
[I can sense the fluctuation in the wisdom cube. It's trying to fight off Belphegor's indolence]
The left side of the head with a horse mane focuses its far gaze at Beelzebub and observes how they're tightly clutching their chest.
Outside the battle...
Prinz Eugen helps Tirpitz by leaning on the latter to support her supposedly sounded body. The bleeding has stopped, but Tirpitz feels the numbness coiling their limbs and draining their strength.
"You're poisoned and stabbed many times like a pin cushion. Go back and leave the fight to us" Prinz Eugen looks at Tirpitz's bleeding side
"Are you worried I'm heading to my death again?"
"Yes. I'm not saying because you're Bismarck's sister, but we're tired of burying our own with every loss against them"
Prinz Eugen stares at a distance where Asmodeus's size is visible and obvious from their current location.
"They did something to me. I feel weak like I'm going to pass out just by standing here" Tirpitz's expression twitches while standing
"Can't you holy folks treats wounds and ailments?" Prinz Eugen frowns at Brest
"I am saintess who heals the hearts of heroes, but physical wounds aren't my specialty"
Abaddon keeps their act as the soft-spoken and caring "Brest" rather than listen to their instinct of piercing their venom in Prinz Eugen.
"..." Tirpitz's breathing slows down
"Tirpitz?" Prinz Eugen is slightly nervous
Tirpitz immediately falls silent and her breathing grows weak. There's no response, but she's conscious and blankly staring at the surface water.
"..." Tirpitz lifts her head
The pair of striking icy blue eyes return to a shade of deep scarlet again with her pupils reshaping to a diamond one with a faint golden outline.
"I'll have to join the battle. Bismarck won't stand a chance against one of my - them..."
Beelzebub clears their throat, nearly forgetting everyone currently views them as Tirpitz . Since they don't understand human emotions, their tone always lacks genuine concern, fear, anger or any intense emotions.
"But your wounds-"
"Wounds?"
Again, Beelzebub is somewhat unaware the difference between their true form and the body they're parasitizing on. They gently press their side stained with drying blood. The bleeding has stopped, but they haven't regenerated or anyone competent will suspect how it healed in minutes.
[How do you propose eliminating this one?] Abaddon asks for Beelzebub's opinion
[Don't risk exposing both of us. Bismarck still lacks the spices for me to savor eating her]
At any second, Abaddon has shaped their right hand with venom-filled claws. Each finger possesses a different venom such as neurotoxins or one that can cause sudden bleeding.
[You better not be assimilating with your current lifestyle. Lucifer will nag you for days] Abaddon immediately warns them
[How can a dead body affect me?]
[Not all of it. The kansen is still conscious, unaware that her body had only been reanimated]
[...]
Silence falls between the embodiment of Envy and Gluttony because only their surface thoughts are open among their brethren. To be specific, Abaddon expresses their concerns about Beelzebub displaying self-control and patience when they would normally eat everything in their line of sight.
"You don't have to worry about me. I can fight even when I lost my arm against Beelzebub" Tirpitz moves forward
"Good grief. If you die, the others might blame me if I let yourself"
Since Prinz Eugen won't allow "Tirpitz " to rush to her death a second time, the latter ignored her and left Prinz Eugen before she can react.
"..."
Abaddon quietly follows them knowing Beelzebub cannot recklessly act or fight with their own strength since this would expose their nature as an abomination of excess and indulgence.
"That miasma..."
Thick cloudy miasma leaks out of Asmodeus's vents located on their chest when the hands pressing on their chest slips away. The kansen's fighting Asmodeus disappears within the dark pinkish miasma and conceals everything from outsiders.
"Don't" Beelzebub lifts their hand before Prinz Eugen passes by them
(Tirpitz's eyes turn red again. Why does this seem familiar?)
Prinz Eugen stares at Tirpitz and notices the drastic change in eye color rather than the dark pink smoke engulfing all the kansens who have been fighting Asmodeus.
"The miasma is dangerous, right? According to our Intel, it's similar to Hermit's mist. Well, we know what became of the Hermit and Temperance when they faced Asmodeus"
(Temperance was permanently eliminated. I remember because ate her alongside her mainframe)
Beelzebub furrows their eyebrows, briefly recalling a Siren with a jellyfish for a rigging. They've been devouring Sirens and adapting through their weapons with each swallow until the Arbiter tasting like strawberry jelly-filled donut arrived in their belly.
[We cannot be affected by Asmodeus's miasma. Only this lowly humans fall victim to it] Abaddon telepathically reminds Beelzebub
[I don't like it when my food gets spoiled. It always a terrible aftertaste]
[What now? This annoying heavy cruiser is an obstacle]
[It can't be helped]
[Beel...?]
"My head hurts..."
Beelzebub retreats voluntarily this time, returning a puzzled Tirpitz back to her senses.
"Where's Bismarck and the others?" Tirpitz quickly spots the miasma
"Inside there along with the three-headed freak. We can't march in there because it's a flytrap"
"Prinz Eugen might fall victim to it in a matter of minutes, but you'd have a bit resistance to it because your retrofit is much like Bismarck's"
Abaddon, unsure of the decision at first, somewhat understands Beelzebub's intentions. Their words are open to each other's network, but complex thoughts are still difficult to grasp.
"I can last a bit longer there?" Tirpitz is somewhat glad to hear it
"How true is that?" Prinz Eugen is skeptical
"We had experience against Asmodeus. Richelieu can withstand it longer than others due to her blessing and for Jean Bart it's through sheer will"
"I don't like this, Tirpitz. It's still risky..."
Prinz Eugen trusts her intuition more than the words of a saintess who her intuition is warning her about.
"Is there a way to dispel the miasma? Or at least weaken it enough to break them free" Tirpitz
"You need to face Asmodeus themselves. Damaging one of their vents will distract them enough to weaken their illusion"
It's a lie since the miasma will not dispel unless Asmodeus wills it and damaging them won't divert loosen the miasma. There's another method to it, however Abaddon will never disclose it with a kansen present.
Inside the miasma...
The miasma traps everyone in a seemingly different world. Rather than dark pink smoke blinding them from all directions. To the kansens, they're surrounded by a normal fag, but their allies are nowhere to be found.
"My heart is racing and my body is tingling..."
Roon clutches her chest because she can barely focus at her surroundings. Her heartbeat is unusual, but she couldn't determine if it's because of being on high alert or the fog is affecting their senses.
"...!"
Just a while ago, the water is clear and empty, but a random human's floating mauled carcass casually passes by her. The blood leaking out of their shredded back and severed arms leave a trail of blood as the corpse aimlessly drifts past Roon.
"Is this some kind of Mirror Sea?"
Roon frantically searches her surroundings, but even the sky above her is completely engulfed by a thick fog. There are no sounds or shadows indicating that there are kansens nearby. The enormous opponent also mysteriously vanished.
"What's going on now?"
Another human corpse casually drifts past her. This time, it's a headless adult with its abdomen sliced open, leaving its entrails floating in a straight line. A few seconds later and its head follows the floating corpse.
"A human..."
The head faces the surface, engraving a wide-eyed fear with its mouth leaving wide open due to both sides of its cheeks forcibly stretched until it tears.
"Sweet, sweet, sweet. Why does it smell so sweet?"
Roon immediately covers her mouth and nose when she realizes how the human blood is no different from melted sugar and honey. A trembling smile unknowingly curves on her lips.
[Interesting. You're a vicious little attack dog, aren't you? What is it that brings you great joy?]
Asmodeus is nowhere to be found, but their voice rings into Roon's ears as if they're whispering from within her thoughts.
"I want to kill, kill, and kill. I can't get enough of it!" Roon answers without hesitation
[Hmm. I can taste the slurping of entrails and the sucking of broken ribs. Such raw desire...]
Asmodeus is Lust, but they don't lean to sexual desire alone. They are elation, euphoria, or delight. Their entire being is ecstasy - driving everyone to follow their desires regardless of the consequences.
[All the killing felt too natural, didn't it? You were so good at it that you imagined your opponents being small animals left at your mercy. The more they bleed, the more excited you get]
"Show yourself!" Roon prepares to open fire
[Hmm, I could...but I don't see the point]
"Bastard! Come out and fight me yourself!"
[You're mistaken. The fight you seek has already begun...]
Rather than another corpse of a mangled stranger, what floats in front of her is her mutilated corpse. Roon sees one that bears the exact appearance as her, but barely recognizable now due to half of the corpse's face torn open with a piece of peeled skin hanging by her chin.
"...!"
The corpse's throat has been ripped away that the bone is already visible from the torn muscle and fat. Unlike the previous corpse, Roon's copy has her abdomen nearly hollowed out. The large intestine is completely missing, appearing to be forcibly removed and two of her ribs protruding right below her left breast.
Another side of the miasma...
Bismarck and Richelieu stay close to each other and guard each other's backs to prevent any surprise attacks. The silence is way too eerie, especially how their towering culprit somehow vanished without a trace.
"It's been five minutes, but nothing has come our way yet" Bismarck tightens the grip on her sword
"Asmodeus isn't as direct and physically strong as Satan or Beelzebub. They're an assassin waiting for the opportunity to lower our guard"
"It's fortunate your people have extensive knowledge regarding these monsters" Bismarck scoffs
"...Bismarck, you offered help because you wished to know about Beelzebub. What is there to know after you defeated them already"
"I wished to reserve this in a private conversation between leaders and older sisters" Bismarck lightly sighs
"Older sister? Does it have something to do with your sister?" Richelieu quickly guesses
"..."
Bismarck falls silent for a few seconds since she hesitates to reveal her true intentions out in the open and in the middle of a serious battle.
"Beelzebub is a cancer - a disease of excess. Tirpitz has been infected by Beelzebub right before their death" Bismarck groans under her breath
"What?!"
"Tirpitz's wisdom cube has been tainted with Beelzebub's essence. She's still a kansen, that I can assure, but she began to hunger"
"If it's nature is indeed a disease, I fear the symptoms will worsen Bismarck. In the worst-case scenario, there might be a chance she will gradually be less of a kansen..." Richelieu couldn't continue her theory
"...and more like that hungry abomination"
"Asmodeus might worsen your sister's condition. What we need is the venom to form an antidote"
"Abaddon, huh. Unfortunately, we got the opposite one instead"
Bismarck is as upset as she is dismayed. Asmodeus is indirectly responsible for the death of some Iron Blood kansens, but the Lascivious isn't the one she should seek even if they tend to accompany the other Leviathans in every massacre.
[They're going to suppress Beel. The soon-to-be pope is correct. Abaddon's venom can halt Beelzebub's infection. Unfortunately, they need to combine it with a special ingredient first~]
Asmodeus overhears them due to their extensive control of their miasma. More importantly, there's a large pair of eyes on their chest. The pupil is a large black dot, but layers of different colored outlines create a spiraling rainbow. An extra eye appears on each forehead of their three heads.
[Beel has entered the miasma? Is Beel hungry now after I poked their husk? No, Beel is silent but not asleep...]
The right head frowns, puzzled at sensing Tirpitz while Beelzebub remains passive. All of their heads stretch a wide grin after the situation has changed.
"...Agh..."
Tirpitz's knees collapse on the surface water a few minutes after wandering in the miasma. Her body tingles from an unknown excitement and her senses are being amplified that it's causing her to be restless and distracted.
"Feed...I want to feed..."
Words unintentionally slip from her lips when her surroundings amplify her desire.
"Ggh!"
Steel shrapnel erupts from the skin of her left arm while her hand cracks and twists, shaping into a steel claw.
"You...!"
As the left side of her face is encased in muscle and steel with half a row of razor-sharp teeth grinning, Tirpitz briefly sees a vision of the actual Beelzebub standing in front of her.
[You did something, but your efforts are futile]
"What?"
[I feed on your corpse and wear you like a second skin - that is your fate]
"You're babbling nonsense"
[I'll regrow bit by bit, but I won't eat you just yet. Where's the fun in that?]
"...?!"
By the time Tirpitz shakes her head, and the hallucination vanishes in front of her, her left arm has transformed into a condensed biomass fused with a steel hide. Cancerous pulsating veins spread over the infected arm, but she feels no pain from the sudden mutation.
If you must eat someone, then there's a meal right in front of you...
Much of Tirpitz's memories of the last battle remain hazy and confusing, but the shock of her body mutating triggers one of the memories. She stands right before Beelzebub and stares up at the behemoth with blood dripping from their exposed teeth.
"I was eaten back then...but I...how did I survive?"
Tirpitz's shaking right hand anxiously reaches to her monstrous arm. It feels heavy and stiff feeling like all of the flesh and bones in her arm are forcibly snapped and twisted to reshape into something inhuman.
"You didn't"
Beelzebub responds, but the time they do, they already suppressed Tirpitz's confused and scared mind. They lift their right arm to the side and as the fingers twitch, the sound of bones snapping follow afterwards. Steel shrapnels bursts out of Tirpitz's skin, shaping like branches and twigs.
"If you had been a bit smarter, you should know what parasites do to their victims"
Bulging veins latching to the neck crawls up to the left side of Beelzebub's face as their influence further spreads on the stolen body.
...
One Leviathan present is horrifying enough, but another emerges within the illusionary world where victims and preys express their greatest "joy".
"Hmm?"
Bismarck turns her head to the left side while Geryon faintly growls. There's still nothing but silence. It's deafening that Bismarck is anxious at the slightest noise around them.
"Did you see something, Bismarck?" Richelieu keeps scanning left to right
"I felt a slight change in the air. Something unpleasant is here" Bismarck feels the slight breeze on her cheek
"Perhaps, we should get moving. Our enemy might never face us if we stay-"
The second Richelieu turns her head while speaking to Bismarck, wide gaping jaws of a metallic shark shadows right behind Richelieu. The split-second reaction is fortunately enough for Geryon to leap to Richelieu's side and black the attempt to bite her head off.
"What the-!" Richelieu takes a step back
"What's the meaning of this, Roon?!"
Geryon lifts their wing, revealing that the attacked is no Leviathan but a kansen.
"I'll kill all of you!"
Instead of responding, Roon growls like a rabid animal and breathes erratically. She's clearly in a frenzied state that her already strong killing and fighting instincts overwhelm her sense of reason.
"Hahahaha! Execute the heretic~"
From the other side, Mogador swings her axe aiming at Richelieu's neck, but it bounces off with a spark upon contact with Geryon's wing.
"It's more fun when you want to bite the strongest around!"
La Galissonniere also steps into the fog and licks the sharp edge of her battle-axe
"True to that~"
Another one joins in. This time it's Algerie, and her mace flickers with faint red flames coating the blunt edge. Foch is also with her, and she juggles two daggers between her hands with a child-like smile.
"What's the meaning of this?! Have you all betrayed our land again?"
Richelieu spots all four of them are from Vichya being handled by Jean Bart since the reunification of the split faction is still in progress. There are still some kansens not keen in cooperating with "spineless" and "traitors".
"Roon is here too. It's true that her violence is difficult to control, but she knows where to direct her bloodlust"
Bismarck finds the two of them surrounded by five kansens. If it had been Sirens instead, she would have countered with a killing blow the moment they attacked Richelieu.
"Bloodlust, you say. Asmodeus miasma must have affected their senses. It amplifies emotions and uses it to control them" Richelieu takes a deep breath
"We're still in control of ourselves. Why didn't they make us kill each other? If we both sink here, Iron Blood and Iris Libre will lose their leaders"
"More importantly, Roon and Mogador aimed at me. Their glares are directed to me" Richelieu observes the controlled kansens
Roon, Mogador, Algerie, La Galissonniere, and Foch stare as if Bismarck is of no importance. Richelieu is the center of their attention, drawing suspicion from Bismarck and Richelieu.
"We cannot sink them. They're being manipulated by the enemy!" Richelieu couldn't use her main guns
"How do we propose to subdue them? They're all armed and with full intent to kill you!"
Bismarck doesn't wish to sink her fellow kansens as much as possible, but even with Geryon's might, defending Richelieu and incapacitating the hostile kansens is difficult for someone like her who specializes in offense.
"...!"
Mogador starts first when she uses both arms to swing her axe connected to the handle with a long chain, making it a hybrid of flail and axe instead. Bismarck responds with using Geryon's wings to bounce of the swinging blade.
"Don't look away now"
Algerie follows by twisting and swinging her mace with full might, but Geryon is set on the defensive, blocking the blunt edge with its tail and knocking away Algerie with a slap.
"Cut down the heretics!"
La Galissonniere follows with raising both hands in the air and attempts to swing down her battle-axe, imagining splitting Bismarck in half from her shoulder.
"If I shoot them, I might blow them to pieces!"
Bismarck lifts her sword above her head. Her blade shakes from the reverberation of blocking a heavy blow that's still attempting to push down the axe.
"...!"
Right as Bismarck kicks La Galissonniere in the stomach and sending her flying away, Foch quickly drives one dagger to the left side of her abdomen. Geryon slaps her with its wing, sending the kansen flying in the air and rolling by a few meters upon landing.
"Richelieu!"
Bismarck presses the shallow stab on her side. When she turns around, Richelieu opens fire at Roon's rigging, peeling the left side of the animated rigging's head.
"This won't do, Bismarck. Asmodeus will tire us out first knowing we will hesitate to sink our allies" Richelieu grits her teeth
"They won't stop even if it kills them"
Foch stands back up again, wiping the blood on her nose with an excited smile on her face. Roon is the same since her arm is bleeding and barely moving, but she ignores her injuries.
"...!"
Before everyone can react or even notice, a large somewhat draconic creature snaps their jaws on Roon's arm when she raises her hand, preparing to open fire. The creature sinks their jaws into Roon's flesh and lifts her off the ground. They swing their head, throwing the crazed heavy cruiser far away at the back.
"...!"
Next, they stretch their tail and swing it at Foch, slapping her fifteen meters away to the side, most likely breaking the bones on their forearm and a few ribs in the process.
"Don't...spoil my meal, Asmodeus" Beelzebub speaks in a clearer voice unlike before
Unlike their previous form, the one everyone recognizes, Beelzebub lessens the steel plating on their body. Their flesh is still composed of muscle and bulging mass spreading as veins. Rather than an armor plating, the steel on their body is only fused with their left arm and shoulder. The rest of their body is protected by crooked and sharpened steel shaping and coiling like branches and roots all around their limbs. They possess two pairs of horns - deer horns on both sides of the head and a pair of goat horns in the middle.
"Who the hell is that?" Bismarck focuses her gaze on the creature's six glowing eyes
They appear different from the one appearance they use when feasting on humans and Sirens that even Bismarck couldn't imagine as Beelzebub. They're smaller than the size in their prime that they only tower Geryon by two meters, so it's impossible for Bismarck to recognize the draconic hybrid as the enormous Leviathan who devoured ships like a snack.