As the Lady was flown into the air she would rely on her senses. Noticing the influx of Dark energy beaming towards her, she'd already have the chains expand around her like a Malevolent cocoon. Since the chains themselves were massively enchanted, they'd be able to prevent the damage like a good shield. Then releasing an influx of magic she'd regain her balance. "Don't you know deary? Liches always float, I guess destroying the gravity here is a rather good thing, soon we won't be able to speak to each other so let's make this brief, I hate dull fights, a Cat can only play with a mouse for so long, Let me show you how powerful I can be, after all, I cannot just let you show me your ability but not mine, can I?" and with those words the skin of Lady Nocturna's face would begin to melt, bubbling and spewing away from her, leaving a bare dead carcass. Her robe too would follow, peeling as if it were blossoming into a mid-light macabre. The flesh that Lady Nocturna once held was gone leaving her Animated floating body. "Now that I'm not reduced to 10% of my power, we can finally begin, the Danse Macabre." with the end of the words instant combustions of Pure Arcane energy would endlessly strike the Demon, Arcane Blast. Then a pain like never felt before, a burning corrupting feeling spreading anarchy and pain across his body, the feeling of his life force draining, the feeling of something squirming inside and freezing cold presence that not even the Sub-Zero could compare. With a wave of her hand, she'd attack his soul, though this would be reduced by his resistance, her abilities were powerful, ripping and tearing, but she wouldn't have moved from her safe distance away from him, she'd be attacking his soul but while this was happening the chains would screech towards him, attempting to impale and kill, they'd go both to the head and the heart.
