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Standing uncharacteristically rigid, with both hands stuffed into his pockets, Naruto allowed a glimpse of his ability. The feeling of emptiness and the icy grasp of death on their being prevented any of the exorcists and rogue angels from continuing with their fights. It was as if the Reaper himself made an appearance. Naruto let his eyes roam the battlefield. Most of the Gremory and Sitri groups were incapacitated and had varying degrees of injuries on them, but nevertheless, they would survive. Turning his attention to the duo from the church, the silver haired Phenex scanned their conditions briefly. Both were alive and had no critical impairments. The worst being broken or fractured bones.
Resting his gaze on the young Nekoshou, Naruto's eyes hardened when he saw the pitiful state his close friend had been in. The petite girl's body was riddled with injuries. Some still had remnants of light wafting from the open wounds.
Instead of barking out any orders to his awaiting Peerage, who were more than ready for anything, Naruto loosened the hold on his power; in turn, the temperature began to rise. The air became hot and heavy. Many of the weaker individuals, whether they were Devil or Exorcist, choked from both the stifling environment and terrifying power. This action drew all who didn't already have their attention on the young Prince to halt in place.
From nothing, chains became visible on the whiskered boy’s form. Each chain was burly in nature with what looked to be writing inscribed on each link. The chains themselves were loosely wrapped around the boys figure, with only his neck and head showing void of the clanking restraints.
“You have made a very grave mistake,” commented Naruto. “...You will pay with your lives.”
Around the boy, form-less shadows peaked from the ground. At first, they appeared to have just been Shades that were being summoned. However, the ghastly undertone that saturated the clearing suggested otherwise. Seven large silhouettes formed in different shapes befitting daemons. Three stood behind him while a pair of daemons flanked his sides. Each silhouette of inky darkness wore a crown of fire swathed in a different color. The entire spectacle was a sight to witness. Even his own Peerage stood off to the side watching their King. Only the Dark Evangel and Bishop of Chaos understood what was happening and control themselves enough to refrain from calling out to him in fear.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, may your screams of suffering... be music to my ears. Burn to nothingness.”
As if his short statement were the keys to whatever held the daemons back, each chain was severed and the daemons of the Underworld were set to roam free. Only one daemon remained behind him; it was the foremost of the Seven, which equated to the Prideful sin of them all, Lucifer.