*Azayla Rhel went to the depression in the ground that was the accumulated blood of nearly every demon or person aligned with Hell, including her own, with a few exceptions: Odin and Grimm lacked physical bodies, so there was nothing to withdraw from them, but she could add it to the mix later. The creature she had envisioned and designed, much like demons would be able to absorb matter and incorporate it into its chemical makeup.

Around the pool of blood, she had drawn a magic circle out of ground up precious jewels, ruby, sapphire and emerald shards shone in the brilliant natural light of the magic realm, creating a glittering rainbow on the ground that faded to a dark grey around the presence of all the demons. Each person took a space on the fringes of the circle, contributing, perhaps unknowingly, to the energy that would be needed to conjure the creature.

She clicked her fingers and summoned the piece of flesh that Arthur had contributed to help her with her work. Since acquiring it, it was locked away in a realm where time did not exist. Upon re-entering the flow of time, it began to wriggle and write as it tried to recover its original form, that of Arthur. Sending her energy towards the pool of blood, infused with mana, the goos began to resonate and shake and wobble uncontrollably, as they were one by one drawn towards the centre.

The crimson became progressively darker as each black goo was consumed by the bio android's flesh, hoping to absorb it to regenerate. She closed her eyes and muttered an incantation, the result of years and years of theorizing and revisions, always half on her mind. She took out her grimoire and charged up a great deal of energy and sent in crashing down in the form of a lightning bolt aimed at the writhing churling mound of blood and goo.

The bright realm seemed to grow darker, as light retreated in the presence of the new creature that was slowly taking shape from the mound. A few choking gasps could be heard in the silence following the still air burnt quiet by the lightning. Without knowing exactly what she had created, she breathed a sigh of relief, for even if the new creature, the new form of life, the Majin, even if was a chaotic monster with no direction, all the calculation and planning that had invaded half of her waking consciousness was now gone. The creature, whatever it's nature, was now born into the world. *