Gaze flicking to the new arrivals Ankh frowned, noticing the limp that the human still carried. He wasn't sure where it was from but given the information that he had acquired, the demon could guess. Looking off to the side he once again mused over how inherently destructive his energy was. It was what gave him life, this demonic power of his, it flowed through the core of his being. The closest analogy would be that he was a star and pure demonic energy was what sat at the center to power the rest. That was how powerful demons where, their everything was made up of demonic energy.
If one wanted to be literal a noble demon like him didn't have a heart, only a core of malefic energy. Said like that it only made sense why demons were like they were. That energy was evil in the basest sense of the word, a phenomenon that harmed and corrupted anything weaker than itself. The drive to destroy was always there, to dominate, to indulge in his basest desire for slaughter. It was not something Ankh liked to think about himself, an ugly truth he had always shied from. The reason why his suppression of his energy, the ability to leash his power, was so high.
Even with his bloated energy, the phoenix could still suppress it so greatly. If only his control over it was better then he might actually have a better chance to survive. As it was Ankh only had the barest control for actually using his own power, not something that helped distinguish him from his identity as a Beast. Oh, small tricks like making shapes with fire were easy! But actually using his raw energy for any sort of work or spell? It was beyond him except for a very limited list. In the end all he was good for was destruction.
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