Gavin scanned the forest several times, and he couldn't say he liked what he saw. There was the Youkai Academy Staff trying to subdue a first-year student in one hand. In another, there were students fighting their own in what seemed to be a battle to the death in the graveyard (which was rather fitting, given the setting), as well as a similar battle happening on campus. Then, of course, there was a battle between a student and a Fairytale operative.
"This...this won't do." Gavin said aloud, carving a wooden mask out of a tree with a few murmurs of fire-based spells. "Things are so wrong. It shouldn't be like this. It CAN'T be like this." While he didn't feel it in the moment, the more he thought about what was going on, the angrier he got. It seemed that the anger management practices that he'd been exercising were starting to fail him. He clenched his teeth together to try to null the fire that was building inside him. By this point, his arm was exposed from the incredible flames that were spewing from his arm. This was strange to him, however, as he was unsure as to why he was being so easily angered by all of this. He just had to fix it himself. That's what he told himself. He just had to get on the student council and make things right. That's what he told himself. He just had to scare the school a little and make them realize that there was a bigger threat, and they'd come around. That's what he told himself. But as he thought about his plans more and more, he started to doubt himself. All of these different events weren't small, they were rather major. There was no way that the day would end without at least one child dying. This was an incredible failure for the academy. The anger existed because he started to realize that his plans may not amount to anything at all. They were the mere shenanigans of an average student, in the larger scheme.
When Gavin was done carving his wooden mask, he held it up. "With this, I should have the power to take on Fairytale...and Youkai Academy by myself." He placed the mask on his face, and grasped it firmly against his face. Despite him being an amateur, it was quite a clean carving. It didn't look particularly messy, and had a smooth surface and outlining. The eyes were just wide enough to see the pure redness of Gavin's demonic eyes, making sure to conceal any of the skin other than his eyelids. "Goodbye, my friends," Gavin started in pained breath. "I didn't expect my time at this Academy to end so quickly, but it looks like this is it."
Gavin removed the mask from his face and returned to the cover of his hood, sprinting back to the spot where he started the fire, noticing a few small flames and embers here and there. It seemed that the two that tried to subdue him earlier called for backup. They seemed to be getting ready to search for him, but he found them first. He recognized them, some of them were teachers, but most of them were security. There were about eight of them in all, possibly more. He was hoping there wouldn't be anybody there, but now that he was outnumbered and possibly underpowered by comparison, he needed to do his business immediately. He took a deep breath, bit his lip, and said in a low voice, "Dammit...I hope this works." Again, he pressed the mask against his face and started to chant.
"Kai wies ton roku sa ees ne," he said in a tongue unfamiliar to the Academy Officials. He didn't expect them to attack. Well, it was more as if he hoped they wouldn't attack. Things were out of his hands at this point, and chances were very high that something could go wrong, even if he did end up casting the spell correctly. A wind current started to flow around Gavin as he started to levitate into the air. The officials didn't attack, which wasn't so much because they were scared as it was because they knew that, given Gavin's earlier deeds, defensive tactics to an unknown spell would be much smarter. Gavin closed his eyes, however, as he was relying more on hope than logic, retreating to his Chi practices rather than his usual cunning. "Ben zayg ois do ren kil lees pwe dommin nikki refe," the sigil on his arm was spreading as he spoke, and by the time he had reached refe, it had almost covered his entire body, save for his a small portion just before where his shoulder once was. There was no turning back now. He let out yet another sigh, which was lost in the intense winds that surrounded the mage. He was mulling over whether he would regret the decision or not, but it didn't matter, because the decision was already made. "Me."
With the final word spoken, the mask started to shine, and the sigil engulfed the entirety of Gavin's body. His expression was impossible to decipher, hidden behind the emotionless mask as it was. The wind stopped completely, and everything was silent. It was as if the world had stopped. Moments passed and Gavin remained suspended in air, until finally the sigil started to recede quickly. It were as if one had pressed rewind on a type chronicling the sigil's progression, until finally, it was gone completely. It didn't end there, however. Blood spilt from Gavin's mouth but before it could drip from his skin, it disintegrated into small droplets of fire. After a few moments, it was as if no blood had been there at all. Gavin didn't seem to react at all, however. It was as if he were catatonic, or a statue. He didn't even react as an arm systematically rebuilt itself in place of his old one, in a rather horrifying display. Each component of the arm, blood, veins, flesh, skin, and nails, grew from the healing wound that was his old arm. It was a fascinating display to be sure, but it was equally as grotesque.
So why didn't Gavin respond to all of this? Because Kion Gavin was no more. As was stated by Beelzebub himself, one that is fully consumed by the sigil will lose himself. There were no known exceptions to this, not even Gavin. As far as it mattered to those aware of this information, the body that existed was merely a husk in a mask and a sweatshirt. This was indeed a strange case, as what happened next should not have happened. The body raised pointed its left hand at the group as it descended from the sky, and in less than a moment's notice, a lightning bolt shot from his hand, creating a crater in the ground followed by a magnificent colossal boom. The officials were incapacitated, no doubt. The husk eerily kept its eyes tracked on the crater, and then it almost robotically turned its attention to the forest, walking further in with its destination in mind.
