Azeal can feel it the moment his black magic rears its ugly head. He can feel his energy trickling away as one of his wings coats itself in a black mist.
     The large monspact's claws meet Azeal's blacked wing with a sharp screeching sound. It's claws slip off without doing any damage. It startles the Caelum and the beast.
     Two of the warriors are fighting off one of the adults, but the third and the rest of the teens are scared stiff. These massive beasts are their natural predators.
     Azeal takes another hit on his wings before he musters up enough courage to fight back. His magic has a way of making him feel invincible. He would never act so hostile and brave otherwise. Black mist trails his arm as he lashes out at the bruiting beast. His fist crashes into the thing's head, so much magic thrown into the blow that he cracks its skull. The black magic cloud's Azeal's judgment.
     The Caelum boy staggers with the huge amount of energy his magic swallows up. He doesn't have a magic reserve like other types of sorcerer do. That's what makes him so dangerous.
     Azeal actually attacks the next monspact first. Still with that hardened wing, he rams into the creature and makes it stumble. It recovers quickly, and Azeal is too slow to stop it from whirling on him, those massive paws striking his chest and knocking him into the ground. Azeal is pinned with that hideous face and teeth inches from his throat.
The black magic compels him. Azeal reaches up and puts his hands on eithther side of the monspact's thick neck. The reaction is instant. The monspact's legs wobble, the beast grunting in confusion. All of its strength disappears. Azeal pushes the body off him with little effort. He feels powerful and strong. He's never fealt so good before.
There's only one monspact left alive. It's a little smaller and closer to the baby's size. Azeal's dark smile makes him look like a completely different person. The creature turns to run, but Azeal only has to take a few steps at an incredible speed before he grabs onto it. He holds onto its squealing body as he stops down on its head again, and again, and again. There's sticky blood all over Azeal's clothes and wings.
He doesn't come out of it until he hears a small whimper behind him. Azeal spins around, ready for a fight, and that whimper turns to a yelp of fear. His eyes lighten back up to a bright yellow.
The three warriors are standing with their weapons up between Azeal and the other kids. Gladin and Mindra are both staring at him in unrestrained horror. Tiluna has her face buried in Donnel's chest. His cousin looks at Azeal in hatred and fear.
Azeal looks down at himself and at the blood he wears like a second skin. He starts to cry.