[As the tendril yanks his arm into the air, a few more creep out of the thick, black water, wrapping around any limb they can get at to try to pull him off the ground.

And, well, when Mizael is trapped...it will oblige his silly little request.

A column of slime rises up from the basin of the fountain, twisting and shifting into a humanoid shape as colored marks creep across the surface.

Then it opens its eyes, just enough to stare down at Mizael through thick lashes and laugh high and shrill, the sound of it vibrating through its tendrils and causing them to pulse and squirm.]

Ooh~? Are you my new servant, coming to greet his master?