The clock-thing had all blown up in a really big explosion; he'd made a shield, just like Dad had taught him to, but he was still really scared. Charlie looked like he was okay, though he still hadn't let go of his waist, and his eyes were closed.
"Hey, Mr. Charlie, are you-"
Just then, something came right through his shield. He didn't know how that had happened, since Dad had told him that nothing could get through a Zoalord's forcefield, but the shield was still up. The thing that had gotten through was long and skinny, and it was spinning really fast. Then it stopped; then it made a big poofing noise... and then everything started to get blurry and dark...
(the Devil's POV)
Imakarum's son; now there was a prize worth a fair bit. The others would be pleased to see this one; Death in particular, he knew. Grabbing the boy-Zoalord's long hair, he pulled him up from the floor and stripped the child of his ceremonial silver-and-blue armor. Doubtless the whelp had called for his father's aid during this battle, and dealing with an overprotective Chronos Lord was not something he was in the mood to do.
Still, it would be rude not to leave some sign of the boy behind, the Devil thought with a chuckle, as he left the building with the jumpsuited form of little Ingriam Mirabilis.