"I shall accept. Although it would seem you were at a conflict in opinion. It seems that it is true what they say. Women are the boss..." Be'lakor answered, smiling. He lowered himself, already knowing that the male disliked him. "Thank you..." He said to the female kraferr, Dominique. "It is apreciated...i will follow..." Be'lakor stated.

Bart mumbled something incomprehensible, as Dominique quickly nodded her head in sign of acquisition. She then turned her gaze to Bart, who rolled his eyes, and lent out one hand.
Brown fur started shoving its way through his skin, just as his nails hardened and became short claws. A tail grew from his spine, and his eyes changed immediately to a shocking red color. The fur then went purple, as did his hair, and his eyes formed two pairs of red ones. The claws lengthened and darkened, to become black. A loud crunch was heard as Bart's shoulder blades placed themselves up front, and his rib cage went to his back, making the black bone spears rip through the skin, pointing outwards.
Dominique put one gentle hand on Bart's shoulder, having a total confidence in him. "Take his hand," Dominique suggested to Be'lakor.

Be'lakor turned his head inquisitively. He nodded, as his hand moved from his side, and slid through the air into Barts hand. Be'lakor had a smile about his face, waiting to see just what would happen. Be'lakor's smile never faltered when he spoke. "Demonic possession...interesting..." Be'lakor still had his head tilted to the side, waiting for what mystical deed was to follow.

Dominique looked at Be'lakor before Bart had the time to concentrate on their arrival point. She glanced at him, then at the ground, then back at him again, slightly worried.
"Be'lakor," she began hesitantly, "I'm sure you should not watch what is about to happen."
Bart smirked deceivingly, a sly glint in his four red eyes. But, inside, he was cursing at Dominique for not letting him have teleported Be'lakor without the warning, so that he could just see him wretch.

"I will be fine." Be'lakor reassured Dominique, smiling widely. His eyes reverted to the blue colour they had previously taken, glowing with such an unnatural light it would make dragons shake. Be'lakor smiled, thinking of the many forms his body could take, and even then, his current body was only a disguise. His human body was capable of sustaining teleportation, after all, how would he have entered the human world without such methods.

"Then please refrain yourself from barfing all over the floor once we're done," Bart added, sneering slyly. Black sparks emanated from his hands, coiling around his wrists like vicious snakes trying to ensnare him tightly. The black shocks dove into the ground, summoning a pitch black spot on the ground, that continued to spread. Bart closed his eyes slowly, and the three all transformed into a black bolt of black electricity, that shot into the ground.

They all landed shakily on the ground, where dense black fog from the bolt impact was seen. Bart's sparks soon faded away, seeping into his skin. A white house stood right behind them, with a asphalt gray slanted roof. It was near the ocean, but far away enough to prevent being flooded by too much rain or the rises in level. Bart took his hand off of Be'lakor's, and Dominique cautiously took herself off from Bart, who went over to the door of the house, opening it welcomely to the Daemon prince. Dominique entered in the house, turning around to Be'lakor, nodding once quickly.