Bumbling Booze to a Pool of Booza Booza Booza.

"You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

- Kite

The events that followed after Kite’s first transformation into his Demon Force were nothing but a blank, black blur. The Demon Slayer’s sudden surge of power was impressive for any who had the pleasure or horror of seeing it first hand but it was short lived, Kite had succumbed to the injuries he had sustained while consuming the flare like projectiles from several members of Gragas’ little club, not to mention the critical hit that Kite took after narrowly avoiding slicing Mao when the big man himself used her as a shield. During his blackout moment he was able to recall the events that had lead to his current condition. He could remember seeing Mao being dragged by her arm, The moment where he almost killed her and even remembered when he managed to hurl a gigantic fireball at the man but he couldn’t recall what amount of damage was done to the man, that was the last memory he had from the event. The rest was noises that penetrated his forced shut down, the sound of a man screaming, the sound of objects shooting through the air and then an ear piercing scream which caused Kite to look, he didn’t even know he was looking as the events transpired before him, the vague sight of a human, or human shaped object crashed into the ground with a thud and then he was gone again, eyes closed and all black again.

What was actually a moment in real time felt like hours in that black abyss he found himself in. It was like he was dreaming, same sort of feeling that one would have if he were dreaming but instead of images pushed onto his mind by his subconscious it was black an endless sea of nothingness and that was bothersome as hell. However a voice, familiar voice pierced through the darkness of the empty world that he had somehow found himself being pulled out and soon enough his eyes had began to flutter open, the pain he had felt through his entire body the moment he collapsed had gone it had vanished. His vision was blurred at first but the blur had a familiar shape, it was someone he knew and soon enough the focus returned to him and it was none other than Mao who Kite was looking up at, as if he was under her, which he soon figured that his head was resting on her lap and she was glowing but of course still being woozy from his blackout city visit said something rather out of character for him. ”Hey Mao, didn’t know that you were an angel. “