[Something roars at the audacity of this fuckwit of a half-assed clown. Nox can feel the inner rage of his demon coil and coalesce like a wildfire just as furious as the flames all around him. Whatever the fuck this place is, it's already stayed too long for his liking, and this guy has hurt too many people for some stupidass organization that thinks it can just step in and take over. Fuck that noise.

Except then there's the chains. Nox sees them latch onto Dante like a vice, force him into the ground, feels the same damn things wrap around his own neck, onto his arms. The howl in his head grows loud and incessant, and all he sees is red. Nox's hands pull up, legs pull forward, eyes go bright yellow even as his teeth sharpen in his mouth as he snarls.

...the chains strain, groan, then snap, and Nox pulls out of them like he wasn't bound in the first place. Bright blue wings form on his shoulders and down his back, and he practically growls a threat at Douman.]

Hope you like traveling, asshole- because you're going on a one way ticket straight to hell by the time I'm done with you.

[As he aims to punch Douman's shikigami right in the fucking throat with Overture.]

Fuck you, piece of shit!!