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« on: July 12, 2010, 08:33:59 pm »
"Where are you, coward? You call out, still looking for a sign of Malachi. "Only a weakling would hide behind an illusion!
"Is that so?" You hear his voice shout from behind you. You turn around to see three of him, all hovering well off the ground, smirking. "Uh oh, demon. Which one of us is the real one? Better figure it out fast!" all three say at once before flying in a full dive towards you.
You plant your feet in the ground. "Alice! Get ready to grab anything other than me that touches the ground." You feel the earth below you rumble in agreement.
The three figures are now soaring at you at full speed. At the last second, before they crash into you, you leap into the air, swinging your sword in a wide horizontal arc. You slice through all three Malachi's which dissolve into smoke against the ground.
SHIT. Without thinking, you continue your swing behind you and turn around to see Malachi come to an abrupt stop just in front of the tip of your blade. His face looks startled.
"Oh." He says. "You figured it out." He smiles again. "No matter!" He begins to clap his hands together, but you've anticipated this. Quickly, you use your momentum against his (the fact he just stopped abruptly means it'll be harder for him to backtrack.) and grab ahold of his left wrist. "Get off!" he calls out, angrily. He tries to pull his hand away, but your grip is tight. To solidify it, you manipulate the bones in your hand to jut out into his wrist and branch out, connecting your body to his very painfully. He screams in anger and punches you in the face, but you shrug it off. He punches you again, but you just tighten your grip and extend your bones deeper into his arm. He punches you a third time, and now you're feeling a little dizzy. You drop the Vorpal Blade, which is caught in a skeletal hand several feet below you. When he throws his fourth punch, you catch his fist in your right hand.
"Fuck." You squeeze hard. "OFF!" Then you put a great deal of your demonic power into a bull rush. You fly directly downwards, causing him to fall beneath you. You are plummeting towards the ground together, but just as you're about to hit, you release your grip and bones from his body and fly upwards. You make it out safe. Malachi crashes into the ground, causing an enormous pillar of dust to explode from the street.
He lies on his back in a newly formed crater of cracked rock and dust. His right arm is bloody from where you penetrated it, and his robes are tattered and dust-stained. He groans for a second before pushing his shoulders out behind him to stand up. He is greeted with twenty or so sandstone hands clutching his body to the ground.
"What is this, demon!" He yells out, fearfully.
You land next to him, his body now completely covered in stone arms except for his head. You smile widely at him, licking some of his blood off of your hand. "It's my pet! Alice, show the nice man what you think of people who hurt me."
His face contorts in agony as the arms crush his body.
"F-fucking... Demon..." he coughs.
"Alice, love. Let go of his body. It'd be a shame to end his life so soon." You say through a huge grin. Alice's arms retract back into the earth. Your skeletal hand returns to you and gives it to you before falling limply to the ground. Malachi scoots backwards, but makes it about a foot before you place your bare heel against his chest and step down hard. You hear his ribs crack and he screams out in agony. You shiver a bit in pleasure as his cries of pain fill your ears. So angelic. Ahhhh.
You take your foot off him and realize you should probably put something on, lest you get blood on your bare skin, since Malachi disintegrated your clothes earlier. With a small burst of energy, bones and blood explode out of your body and wrap around you in a swirling vortex, obscuring all view of you. After several seconds, the swirl dies down and the extra bone and blood sinks back into you. You are now covered in a tight-fitting full plate body armor with sections of smoothed bones and dense bones for what would be metal in regular armor. The bone plates are held together with sinuous bands of deep-red blood, so the armor is flexible and held together sturdily. Your head, hands, tail and wings are all armorless, why bother?
With newfound modesty, you place the tip of the vorpal blade between his collarbone. His skin splits open effortlessly under it. He cringes. You gently drag the blade's edge down his body stopping just below his navel. His entire chest cavity is now open, having cleaved through his skin and muscle like a hot knife through butter. The air is filled with his howls of pain. The sound is nigh orgasmic.
His exposed ribs show a rapidly beating heart as well as heavily breathing lungs. Hehe. You possit your blade with a skeletal hand behind you. You slowly reach down and pull apart his rib cage, shattering the bones in your grip. Your laughter begins to reach the same level of noise as his screams. You grip his heart, and with one last "DIE!" you crush it within your grip, spraying blood in all directions.
"Hahahahaha! All angels are the same! Arrogant weaklings!" You mock.
You hear Alice's voice call from far away. It sounds muffled. Odd... She's supposed to be right under you. What's she saying?
"ww-- --p. wa--ke u----pp."
huh?
"Wake up, Emmett!" you can hear her calling out clearly now. Wake up? What does she mean wake u-
Suddenly, you feel searing heat as something penetrates you through the heart from behind. You look down to see a golden spear made of light. W-what?
Suddenly you feel immensely dizzy. You close your eyes hard and open them again to see yourself standing where you were, except there is no crater, no Malachi and no Alice. From behind you, you hear a familiar voice say.
"Was the last dream of your existance a pleasant one?" You feel even more heat as the spear violently pulls out from whence it came, shredding your insides. You stumble forwards and clumsily turn around, losing conciousness fast. You see Malachi standing there, smiling from ear to ear, holding his glowing weapon.
"W-when...?" You ask.
"When I charged you that last time. I knew you'd swing at me, so instead of attacking you, I placed you under a deep illusion. Luckily, you're so damn simple you fell for it, hook line and sinker. Although I have to admit, that armor bit was pretty cool." You see you're still wearing the armor you summoned in your dream. "Ah well, I've had enough fun with you. You'll die in a few seconds, but I don't want to risk a single thing, so this is goodbye, demon." The spear of light he was holding shifts in his hand into a sword. He casually pulls it back, and with a smirk, strikes out with it at your neck. You don't have to energy to block, you've lost too much power by his obliteration of your heart. You feel the blade sink into the flesh on the right side of your neck, but it stops there. Odd, the trajectory should have lopped your head clean off.. Through a growing black haze around the corners of your vision, you see long stone arms holding Malachi. Your ears begin ringing with the sound of death, but still you can hear, faintly and in a panicked voice.
"Emmett!"
Alice is calling for you. You fall to the ground flat on your back with a thud. The aperture of your sight has been reduced to almost nothing, and you can barely hear the distant-sounding crunches and screams as, you assume, Malachi is reduced to gore.
Through the last pinhole of light of your vision, you see Alice's pretty face hovering over you, tears streaming down her cheeks. Although you can't feel it, you know she's shaking you. Her lips are moving, but you can't hear a word she says. You smile faintly. With your last energy, you force your lungs to expell the tiniest wheeze of sound.
"Be... Good..." you say.
And then everything goes black.
