Nothing was left of the poor demon but dust, however from the dust it quickly began to reform into a shape. First to reform is his skull, and it's red lights for eyes relight as it shakes with power. before it can finish however, a figure darts out of the darkness, and crushes the skull beneath it's foot. Green flames erupt around the figure, erasing even the dust of the demon. It would be quite a while before it could recover from that.
"Stay down and learn your place, ya damn adrenaline junkie. Still, humans...in the Amala Network... Whatever, guessing this belongs to you shits?"
The figure turns to the group, tossing an injured, and seemingly unconscious Raidou and Gouto on the ground in front of them.
"The hell were those idiots thinking? Fighting me so sleep deprived like that. Didn't have the mental strength left to summon a single demon. Not even worth my time killing. Now I really wanna fight something."
Now that they're facing the party, the figure is easier to make out. They are humanoid and male, wearing nothing more than tennis shoes and black shorts. Blue lines trail along and illuminate his body, and large black spikes protrude from the base of the back of his neck. Red eyes matching the fiend before him pierce the darkness of the room, and are trained right at the party.
"Still, I ain't one to just attack without lettin' you prepare. I'm going on ahead, you want out? Come face me."
With that, the figure leaves down a newly opened corridor, leaving the group alone once again.