Though she'd rather not have faced a high class Devil while they were at full strength, having already witnessed the fight taking place here, she figured she had at least a standing chance against Eira in order to properly enchant Takumi and take him with her. But alas, such a thing wouldn't be happening anytime soon, as before she could speak again about what she would do here, and change the nature of their standoff to an actual battle, Takumi asked a question and it wasn't answered by Eira, instead by a red haired man, who when looking at the pair side by side bore striking resemblance to her. Sachiel managed to look more than a bit surprised by the appearance of this man. In fact, she began to tremble... This man, with his insanely good looks and marvelous crimson locks, was one she was told to look out for, and never under any circumstances engage. "But... but... you're... the Crimson Satan," she gave pause, as if the idea of speaking his name in front of him would make him real. "Sirtreize Lucifer! You shouldn't be here..." she seemed to be a bit dumbfounded, that spear of light she was holding in her hand seemed to shake, Eira to her credit held out her finger and watched as a tendril of Destruction Energy broke it apart without much of a problem given this particular Fallen Angel's lack of concentration.
"Yare yare, I was planning to kill this woman, and she's afraid while you're flirting with her," mentioned the young woman as if she didn't care one way or another. It was obvious by virtue of this man's appearance that nothing else would happen this day. Sachiel seemed to also think better of her actions especially given the disappearance of her weapon during her moment of distraction. "Uh-huh, I'm not afraid. It's nice to meet you... but I'm not qualified for this, keep your little dragon..." she stated as she flapped her wings and began to rise in the air to leave this place. "For now." she concluded as she aimed to leave. If there was one thing she wasn't going to do, it was end up in a battle with the Crimson Satan, she'd be nothing before she knew what happened. Eira looked towards this woman and had a series of thoughts about the good sense it would have made to kill her now, but at the same time, such an individual could be potentially good for the rest of her peerage to face as well. After she considered this she looked to her elder brother. "Thank you, Satan-sama... though I definitely could have handled that myself..." the girl said to the elder crimson haired male, addressing him in an oddly formal way considering their familial relationship.