The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 33: Richelieu and Jeanne D'Arc
How things had gone from bad to worse, Richelieu didn't know.
One moment she was floating silently across the water, Jeanne d'Arc not far behind her. Then chaos broke out across the base and the monsters went into a frenzy hunting them down and defiling them. Not long after that many of the Submarines returned to her hull for safety, but many others also didn't come back at all – their fate horrifically obvious. Still, she fired her flares as ordered and helped light up the ocean a bit, guiding the Submarines towards their target.
Not long after she started firing flares the monsters turned their attention onto her. The shore-based ones such as Lizardmen, Werewolves, Scorpio and even the likes of Huggers were of no concern to her; they clearly couldn't swim, and if they could then they didn't bother trying, favouring easier prey instead. However airborne monsters were all too happy to attack her and Jean d'Arc; Drakin, bugs and even some bat-like creatures constantly dive-bombing them in an attempt to ravage them.
BOOM!
''Krryaah-!''
They weren't having much luck with that.
Richelieu smiled grimly at the thought, but the expression was gone in a heartbeat – her anti-air guns firing constantly to shoot down the swarm of bugs circling her hull, all of insectoid creatures just waiting for a gap in the anti-air shield to break through and ravage her. The mere thought of being violated by a bug only heightened her cold fury, her anti-air guns matching her disgust and booming louder.
Other monsters had tried getting up onto her hull too. Sea-fairing monsters such as Squidmen tried climbing up her hull with limited success, their thick hands somehow letting them stick to the side of her hull and slowly make their way up – though a quick swing from her weapon was enough to knock them overboard again. Several Sharks or Seahorses tried to leaping up onto her deck, including one Shark who proceeded to chomp its way towards her across her hull, before Jean d'Arc came to her aid and shot at it. Taking a bit of her hull with it, but it was a worthwhile sacrifice.
''Mn!'' Richelieu winced as she fired her main guns again; a powerful shockwave sweeping past her from the blast. It was only thanks to her superhuman durability that she could even stand out in front of her cannons while they were firing.
She had sensed a great threat not far from the shore, and after sending out a scout plane to make sure she wasn't imagining things she located Bismarck and Tirpitz getting molested by a bunch of humanoid creatures, alongside one larger, more vocal one. Disregarding the how and why of how the two Battleships got into the mist, Richelieu aided them in the only way she knew how. By bombarding the area around them in the hopes the monsters would flee.
Of course, it wouldn't be so simple.
A fact Richelieu was reminded of as she spotted a dozen or so shadows soaring through the mist overhead. Expression hardening the cardinal opened fire with her anti-air guns; blasts of flak and machine gun bullets spitting up into the air and blowing the unknown creatures apart. However even as she watched their vague, shadowy forms break apart, she also saw them begin to regrow what was lost; regenerating from the flak bursts.
And soon those murky shadows dove down, flying straight through her anti-air bubble even as their bodies were blown apart in various places, regenerating from it regardless.
''Mn-?!'' Richelieu stumbled back in alarm as one of the creatures, the Fallen Angels, landed in front of her.
The thing was missing an arm, the inky-black limb regenerating in a matter of seconds. Then it jolted its head up at her, staring at her with soulless eyes and lunging. Instinct took hold and she lashed out, striking the humanoid creature in the side of its head with her sceptre, crushing its skull on impact and sending it tumbling overboard. She heard the splash of it hitting the water, and didn't hear it come back up.
However there was more than just one. Shy of half a dozen Fallen Angels fell upon her, swooping in from multiple angles and outright crash-landing into her, their weight sending her tumbling to the floor with a startled cry. In seconds she felt clawing hands rip into her clothes, curling under the cups of her dress and yanking it down, snapping her bra strap in the process – causing her right breast to hang out of her dress.
''R-Release me!'' Richelieu shouted angrily, smashing the pommel of her weapon into the Fallen Angel's gut – the long length of her sceptre allowing her to shove it a good distance away.
Another Fallen Angel grabbed at her thighs, her cheeks darkening as hands grabbed her ass and yanked her underwear halfway down her legs. An angry elbow strike stunned the creature long enough for her to swing her sceptre around, caving its head in and sending it toppling overboard – but another was right behind her, its hands grabbing her biceps and pulling them back. Richelieu grunted and fought back, desperately stabbing her sceptre back but unable to strike the creature.
Just as its cock began to rub against her ass she got it right; piercing the creature through the gut. It jerked back from the force of her thrust, allowing Richelieu to wrench herself free – releasing a yell of effort as she yanked her weapon back out, and then smashed it across the side of the creature's head. It went down but wasn't dead, forcing her to bash its skull in with two more quick blows, finally destroying its head and permanently killing it.
''Richelieu... are... alright...?!'' Jeanne d'Arc's voice came over the local-area radio, static making it hard to hear her. She was just barely in-range and no more.
''Y-Yes...'' Richelieu coughed out, rubbing her jaw. ''I'm- hyaah!''
A cry escaped the cardinal as something whipped her thigh from behind, sending electrical jolts shocking up her whole body. It took all her willpower to not outright collapse, her muscles quivering as she stumbled around to face her attacker – eyes honing in on the monster floating above her, smirking arrogantly down at her. The creature she had seen defiling Bismarck and Tirpitz.
And from so close, Richelieu felt it. Perhaps it was due to her faith, or her natural attunement to the spiritual side of the world, but she felt it. A seeping, pulsing abyss that moved in tandem with the wind and sea. Even if its hideous, malformed humanoid body dripped oozing black sludge onto her deck, it was the thing's presence that unsettled her the most. Because it felt like she was staring into the abyss itself.
''W-What are...?'' Richelieu breathed out, on edge.
The creature just grinned wider. ''You may call me 'Corruption'. And you have no idea how many times I've had to introduce myself today... not that I mind. Having you insects know your end-maker is just so fitting, no~?''
Richelieu swallowed at that, glaring when she spotted what looked like an inky-black tentacle protruding from its lower back, just below its wings. Corruption noticed and just smirked wider. ''A little handy trick for subduing unruly prey. I'm sure you're feeling it now, aren't you? The weakness, the creeping numbness... honestly, I expected you to go down in one hit. Clearly your constitution is greater than I initially anticipated.''
Richelieu just stayed silent, sweating. She did feel it. She felt it all; her leg growing number by the second and the paralytic effect spreading up her body bit by bit. It was almost like a venom in the way it moved, but it had just slapped her thigh, not actually broke the skin. Whether it was permanent, or something that would wear off on its own, she didn't know. But she did know she had to act fast.
Thus, the Battleship wasted no time in charging her opponent as fast as her legs would carry her.
Corruption just grinned at her. With a yell of effort Richelieu brought her sceptre down, missing by a wide margin only to follow up with three quick thrusts with the sharp end of her weapon, only narrowly missing her target.
Corruption attempted to grab her but Richelieu was faster, eyes hard as she bashed its hand aside with the ball of her sceptre and spun her weapon around, jerking it to a stop and thrusting it down into its leg.
''Mn!?'' The grin on its face wilted as the sceptre pierced its shin – eyes narrowing. ''Hmph. I underestimated you.''
Richelieu didn't reply, swinging out and aiming for its head. She wasn't expecting the monstrous humanoid to lean in closer however, her eyes widening a fraction as it grabbed onto the pole of her weapon and stopped it dead – its other hand going for her neck. Thinking fast she released her weapon and leapt back, avoiding the risk of being grabbed. However it came at the cost of her weapon; a grimace marring her visage as Corruption carelessly threw it overboard, the sceptre splashing down into the water below.
Then faster than she anticipation Corruption rushed her. Without a weapon and unable to summon her rigging without de-summoning her ship form Richelieu just grimaced, raising her fists in a meagre last stand.
Until a familiar blonde figure lunged down from above, yelling furiously as she brought her broadsword down. Corruption only narrowly managed to abort its path in time, but Jeanne's sword still cleave a significant gash across its right shoulder, revealing the milky skin beneath before inky blackness covered it back up again.
''Hn.'' Corruption seemed vaguely annoyed. ''I was wondering when you'd join us.''
Jeanne merely glared back, gripping her broadsword with both hands. ''In the name of the Lord, I will strike you down, monster!''
''Hmph.'' The inky monster huffed even as Jeanne charged. ''We'll see about that.''
No further words were said as Jeanne reached her target, bringing her heavy blade down in a diagonal slash. Corruption side-stepped the attack, easily dodging the two quick slashes that followed suit – batting aside the next with the back of its hand, lunging in. The creature tried to grab Jeanne but the cruiser leapt back a foot, rearing her blade back too before thrusting it out towards her opponent. It narrowly missed, nicking its shoulder but no more.
And in payback Corruption lashed out with its tentacle. Jeanne tried to cut it when it swung at her but it twisted mid-strike, narrowly avoiding her sword and allowing it to whip her shoulder – eliciting an immediate cry from the blonde woman and making her stumble. She regained her footing a second later, but that was more than enough time for Corruption to rush in and deliver a wicked punch to her stomach.
''Gh-!'' Jeanne's eyes bulged as her feet briefly left the ground.
Acting fast Jeanne de-summoned her ship form, reforming her rigging around her instead. At least that was the plan; confused panic filling her when she couldn't manifest her rigging around her.
Corruption took notice, smirking. ''You didn't really think the tentacle only weakened you, did you?''
Jeanne glared back, releasing a war cry as she charged with her sword raised up. Her movements were much more sluggish than before, causing Corruption smirk to widen-
-only for Jeanne to speed up at the last second, slashing down with much greater speed than the monster expected.
Corruption couldn't back up in time; a warped gasp escaping the monster as Jeanne's blade cleaved diagonally across its chest – and cleaved deep. The inky-black outer skin was ripped away to reveal the paler human skin beneath; flesh and bone becoming torn and broken as Jeanne's sword slashed right through it all.
''G-Gah...?!'' Corruption made a sound of pain, startled. ''Y-You-!''
Jeanne glared back. ''I might be slower, but you're a fool if you think that is enough to bring me down!''
With a yell Jeanne swung again. This time Corruption was ready for it however, backing up out of range – its startled gaze shifted, becoming annoyed, then angry. A second tentacle burst out of its lower back and lashed out like a lightning bolt, whipping Jeanne across the cheek with a resounding slap. The blonde knight cried out in shock and stumbled to the side, leaving her vulnerable to two Fallen Angels that dropped down on either side of her, grabbing her arms and restraining her.
''Insolent rat...!'' Corruption hissed, bringing both tentacles down – whipping Jeanne across her thighs, her arms, and aiming for her face several times; each smack amplifying the paralytic effect until she was barely able to stand under her own power.
Jeanne just growled back, weakly fighting to get her arms free from the two Fallen Angels restraining her – the broadsword she so valiantly wielded falling from her limp hand and clattering across the deck underfoot, sliding away when one of the Fallen Angels kicked it with their foot. Worriedly Jeanne looked over to Richelieu for support, only to find the cardinal also restrained by two Fallen Angels, the monsters holding her down against the ground.
Seeing that Corruption calmed down somewhat, losing the brief burst of anger in its eyes. ''Hmph. Truly impressive. I didn't expect you'd fake being weaker than you were just to get the jump on me.''
Corruption then smirked, gazing over at Richelieu. ''However, it was all for naught. And now, our little cardinal shall become mine~''
With a mocking chuckle the humanoid monster began to march over to Richelieu. The cardinal noticed, eyes widening as she struggled with renewed vigour, gasping and grunting as she jerked her shoulders about, trying to get away. Jeanne could only watch on in fear as Corruption approached the Battleship, the two Fallen Angels on either side of Richelieu wrestling her to her knees and keeping her bent over. One of them even reached back and ripped Richelieu's panties off, unheeding of the woman's desperate struggles.
Corruption slowly got behind Richelieu, cock in hand as it lined up-
''W-Wait!''
Corruption obliged, pausing.
Jeanne swallowed. ''D... Do me instead.''
''J-Jeanne...'' Richelieu whispered the name out, frozen mid-struggle and just gazing at her comrade in disbelief.
''Oh?'' Corruption began to grin. ''And why should I? My essence transforms all those I claim into subjects under my control... thus, why should I claim you, over the cardinal of the Iris Libre?''
Jeanne trembled, but forced the words out regardless. ''I... I managed to wound you, did I not?! Therefore I... I would...''
She swallowed her pride, bowing her head. ''I would be a better subject than Richelieu.''
…
''Hm. You make a compelling argument.'' Corruption practically cooed the mocking words out, rising back up to its feet.
Not losing its smirk Corruption approached Jeanne, and began to rip her clothes off. Jeanne just screwed her eyes shut and whimpered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as the monster gleefully yanked her dress apart bit by bit. Her underwear didn't last long either, her bra pulled off her chest and her panties ripped off her hips, leaving her naked aside from her boots. Then without losing its smirk the inky monster casually walked behind her, trailing a single finger over her shoulder as it moved.
''A servant of the Iris God, submitting themselves... I do believe that's considered heresy, by your doctrines...'' Glee laced Corruption's mocking tone as it got behind her, one hand laying on her side. ''How fitting.''
It's hand shifted down, gripping her ass as it pressed the tip of its inhuman cock against her womanhood – before finally it pushed inside her. Immediately Jeanne gasped, expression scrunching up in pain as the first few inches forced their way inside her virgin pussy. Then without mercy Corruption slammed the rest of its inky-black cock deep into her womanhood, instantly bottoming out and eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the blonde, pain flaring inside her as her first time was unceremoniously claimed.
''A-AH!'' She pursed her lips together not a second later, whimpering. ''M-Mn...''
Corruption chuckled in her ear and licked it, one hand resting on her flat stomach while its other reached around and grabbed ahold of her right tit, squeezing it harshly. Jeanne winced, shaking her head silently as her sore pussy clenched around its intruding cock, trying and failing to push it back out. As if then obliging Corruption slowly began to pull out, allowing her to feel each and every inch of its shaft – before it swiftly slammed back inside, hitting her cervix and making her cry out again.
Without mercy the monster continued ramming Jeanne from behind, its thick cock sliding in all the way before yanking halfway back out, making sure she felt each harsh thrust. Being a virgin it felt all the more intense for her, sharp gasps and choked cries escaping the blonde knight as she was openly defiled in front of her cardinal, virginal blood coating the monster's cock as it easily plunged into her womanhood.
''Mm...'' Corruption purred into her ear, groping her breast roughly. ''So tight... and so delicious~''
Jeanne whimpered as the monster licked her cheek with its elongated tongue, lapping up her tears as it kept violating her. Its thrusts grew quicker and harsher, its pelvis smacking up against her curvy ass with a resounding slap and driving its dick all the way into her. No matter how tightly she clenched around its shaft the monster didn't stop pounding her, reshaping her pussy to suit its cock better.
And as Corruption kept gleefully pounding her sex its hands went to work on violating her body too. It groped and squeezed her breasts, it tugged on her nipples, it gripped her throat and choked her briefly, it raked its clawed across her stomach and drew blood, it slapped her thighs, it rubbed her clit; it touched her all over and humiliated her in front Richelieu, gradually speeding up its violating thrusts and ruining her womanhood.
''A-Ah! Mn!'' Jeanne gritted her teeth as it hit a sensitive spot inside her, making her inner walls seize around Corruption's cock as it railed her.
The monstrous humanoid just chuckled into her ear, hissing in pleasure when she tightened up around it. Relentlessly it kept sliding into her sex, loud smacks echoing across the deck as its pelvis impacted her ass, making it jiggle from the force of its thrusts – the lewd sight only enticing Corruption to be more rough, gleefully hammering itself into the holy maiden even as she gritted her teeth and endured it, humiliation burning across her cheeks.
''Hah... here it comes~'' Corruption rasped into Jeanne's ear, making her eyes widen before she clenched her eyes shut – whimpering in fear.
Skin smacked together louder, his cock drove itself deep into her tender womanhood – before with a final groan Corruption came inside her. Thick, goopy ropes of black cum splattered inside her, sticky against her insides and utterly gushing through her abused insides, slowly becoming absorbed into her body.
Still Corruption kept thrusting, letting her vice-like pussy extract out every last spurt of cum from it – before finally it stopped with a satisfied sigh.
Unheeding of Jeanne's quiet sobs Corruption pulled out, letting thick dollops of inky-black cum to drip out of her pussy and splatter across the ground between her shaking legs. At a gesture the two Fallen Angels holding Jeanne let her go, causing her to collapse in a heap, clutching at her violated womanhood and curling up into a ball. The sight visibly pleased Corruption, the monstrous humanoid grinning wickedly as it gazed over at Richelieu, who only looked on in a mix of horror and anger.
''Y-You... you abomination...!'' Richelieu screamed out angrily, struggling violently in her bindings.
In response Corruption merely chuckled, reaching down. It grabbed Jeanne by the back of her blonde hair and yanked her upright, unheeding of her gasp of pain as it made her look at Richelieu. It laid a hand on her plump breast, groping it lustfully and licking at her ear, making the violated young woman tremble.
''Abomination?'' Corruption purred. ''You haven't seen anything yet, oh dear cardinal.''
Then without warning, Jeanne began to scream.
It was a horrible, shrill scream that bordered between a shriek and screech. She kicked her legs wildly, eyes as wide as they could be and her whole body devolving into mad, frantic spasms – and Richelieu had the honour of seeing why. From Jeanne's crotch black tendrils climbed up her body from the inside, corruptive essence rapidly spreading through her body and changing her in rapid order. The subtle dark purple glow from Corruption's palm betrayed why.
''S-STOP!'' Richelieu cried out, desperate – eyes wide as Jeanne writhed in utter agony as her very being was altered in a matter of seconds.
However Corruption said nothing, merely grinning at the cardinal as Jeanne screamed and screamed, voice cracking as it reached an altogether new pitch. Black fluid seeped from her pores, forming an inky-black leotard that hugged her body tightly. More fluid protruded from her shoulder blades, forming a pair of tiny wings whilst some more came from just above her ass, forming a long, wire-like tail. Her skin became tainted with inky-black splotches, her face getting the worst of it with just over half of it marred by what looked like an inky-black burn, the whites of her eyes becoming painted an abyssal black.
And soon, Jeanne stopped screaming.
Instead, she moaned.
''O-Ohh...'' Jeanne's thighs rubbed together, a shudder running through her as fluid gathered there – forming into a solid cock that protruding from her crotch. ''Mm~''
Richelieu stared, open-mouthed and in horror.
Corruption merely grinned. ''Usually those infected by me take a bit longer for the transformation to complete. Some took an hour, some several hours, a couple even took a day or two. But with me here, inhabiting this body... it's easy to speed up that process. Be glad I didn't make her swallow my essence excessively; this method is far shorter.''
Beneath the entity Jeanne moaned, stumbling upright. Corruption just smirked, pushing on her back.
''Go. Claim your cardinal.''
Richelieu's stomach plummeted, renewed terror filling her when Jeanne smiled – her lips quirked in a way that almost made her look like she was drunk or drugged. Yet that inebriated appearance did little to hinder Jeanne from sauntering over to her, snatching her limp arms free from the Fallen Angels and climbing atop her frozen form, paralysed fear keeping Richelieu still.
''N-No...'' Was the only thing that slipped past her lips, unable to comprehend the sight. Jeanne had been one of their Lord's most devoted followers; to see her get corrupted so fast, so easily...
However any such thoughts took a back-seat as Jeanne spread her legs apart. Immediately Richelieu tried shutting them, wanting to save herself, but the Fallen Angels on either side of her simply spread them back open. Without anything to stop her Jeanne slowly got into position, her inhumanly-sized cock pushing and rubbing against Richelieu's entrance – rubbing and sliding along her folds teasingly.
''Jeanne, snap out of it...!'' Richelieu desperately begged, struggling. ''This isn't you! You have to- a-AGH!''
A pained cry muddled whatever else she wanted to say as Jeanne pushed her hips forth – releasing a deep, satisfied moan as she slid inside Richelieu's womanhood. Her folds spread easily and her inner walls clenched tight around the blonde's futa-cock, only encouraging Jeanne to shove her hips forth more, pushing as much of her cock inside Richelieu as physically possible. The cardinal cried out in pain at that, wincing harshly as her virginity was stolen in a painful instant, the futa-cock hitting her deepest parts on the first thrust.
''M-Mn...!'' Richelieu screwed her eyes shut, pained tears pricking at her eyes.
Jeanne shuddered with pleasure, eyes unfocused as she reared her wide hips back and then drove them back down. With lustful vigour the corrupted holy maiden slid into Richelieu, the cardinal able to only endure the violating thrusts – gasping when pain flared in her pelvis, her heightened nerves allowing her to feel every inch of Jeanne's cock enter her. Adding to her discomfort the two Fallen Angels holding her down used their free hands to grab at her breasts, squeezing and fondling her plump tits roughly.
''That's it.'' Corruption mockingly encouraged Jeanne, looming behind her. ''Do it harder.''
''Oh yes~!'' Jeanne moaned back, unheeding of Richelieu's pained cry as she began to hammer her superior faster, slapping their pelvises together and stuffing the cardinal's womanhood.
Richelieu endured the abuse, curling her fingers into fists – silent tears streaming down her cheeks as her own comrade, her friend raped her against the deck of her hull. Worse still she felt it all in intimate detail; of Jeanne's cock sliding in-and-out, of the tip battering her cervix, of the Fallen Angels manhandling her tender breasts and heaving them about. Her lungs struggled to get enough air, and even as she prayed for salvation to come, doubt wriggled about in her heart; telling her that she was doomed to become a Succubus for the demon in front of her.
A flash of pain inside her snapped her out of that train of thought; another pained sob escaping Richelieu as Jeanne's cock hit a sensitive spot inside her. Jeanne seemed to sense that; gleefully aiming for that one spot with growing vigour, smacking their pelvises together like they were animals in heat. The thought only broke Richelieu's spirit more, her eyes screwing shut as she just focusing on ignoring what was happening to her.
''Mm~! Ah, o-oh~!'' Jeanne moaned out, moving faster. ''I can't, I-I can't- AH~!''
Jeanne bottomed out inside her – and then gushes of sickly warmth filled Richelieu's pussy. She whimpered at the feeling, shuddering as she felt herself get knocked up by Corruption's infectious fluid. It spurted into every nook and cranny inside her, seeping into her most deepest parts and digging its ethereal tendrils into her soul.
''Hm...'' Corruption's musing hum drew her attention, gazing past her tears at the unearthly creature. ''I sense... Submarines, inside? Interesting. Go get them.''
At its spoken command multiple Fallen Angels made their way over to one of the bulkhead doors, and Richelieu watched on in horror as it ripped it open with ease – revealing the Submarines that had been hiding behind it. All of them screamed in terror and scrambled back, but the Fallen Angels were quicker. They snatched limbs and dragged the victims outside, luring the other Submarines to come help their allies – only for them in turn to be snatched up and pulled out along with them.
''N-No!'' Richelieu coughed out, wrestling from beneath Jeanne's bindings. ''Not them too! Don't do this!''
''You have no authority over me, cardinal.'' Corruption's voice oozed predatory delight, taking borderline sadistic pleasure in her fear. ''Now...''
The Submarines still screamed even as the Fallen Angels began to mount them, unheeding of their wounds.
''Put on a good show for them, why don't-''
Hss-!
With a dull thump, a golden arrow pierced the head of one of the Fallen Angels.
Corruption seemed to blink, surprised. Then several more arrows flew past it, piercing cleanly through the skulls of each Fallen Angel, causing them to collapse helplessly atop the petrified Submarines.
''So this is what I sensed...''
Corruption visibly twitched. Slowly the entity turned, an indiscernible expression crossing its face as it gazed upwards, looking at the two quadruple-barelled turrets behind it then gazing up at the two figures above it. Two figures clad in cloaks, and both wielding oversized black metal bows.
''Enterprise...'' Richelieu whispered, gazing up at the legendary carrier.
''You...'' Corruption narrowed its gaze, extending a clawed hand to it – curling its fingers into a clenched fist. ''That name, why does it sound famili-''
It froze solid.
''Enterprise...''
Another, much more jerky twitch spasmed through Corruption's inky form.
''...so that's how it is, is it...?'' The entity's voice deepened, lips curving downwards. ''Even now, away as my domain is, you still interfere...?!''
Enterprise narrowed her eyes, not understanding, but not letting her guard down either.
''Code G... she must've had a hand in this! There's no other way!'' Corruption's voice grew, as did its presence – the very air around it feeling heavier, more weighty; the shadowy sludge that dripped off it quivering. ''The mist is rightfully my domain, you obsolete truthseeker! Your kind has no place here, no right!''
A mad, almost feral fury filled Corruption's twisted, borderline hateful visage. ''The Creator gave me a duty, and so I shall fill it! And neither you, that Sakura truthseeker, or any of your wretched kind shall stop me in it!''
''...I don't know what you're on about.'' Enterprise coldly remarked, raising her bow. ''But... did you say this was, your domain?''
''In its entirety.'' Corruption hissed out.
Enterprise slowly took aim. ''Then if we kill you, it'll go away?''
A bark of laughter, warped and echoing.
''As if someone as I will ever di-!''
Hss-!
An arrow whizzed past; a quick tilt of its head saving Corruption from getting an arrow through the skull.
It didn't stop a trail of inky-black blood leaking down its cheek, however; a minor gash now torn into its inky flesh.
''We'll see about that.'' Enterprise coldly intoned.
Corruption twitched. ''You...''
Wings flared out. ''...obsolete...''
Teeth bared, maw salivating with inky fluid – before Corruption roared.
''WRETCH!''
With a powerful kick, Corruption launched itself off the deck right at Enterprise.
And thus, the final battle for the mist began.
[END]
A/N: Next: U-556, U-73, U-81.