Commissioned by Freedomish! Hope ya enjoy it!
"On your left!" Aponia calls out, allowing Xenovia to dodge the rough but powerful trust from the madman wielding a pitchfork.
Her grip over Excalibur Destruction changes slightly, then she swiftly bisects the howling madman in half from the waists. "Thanks!" She calls out as a flaming golden arrow whistles by behind her, skewering a charging Mad Beast through the skull.
Aponia breathes out, scanning the corpse filled street around her and ignoring the intense stench of blood, decay and rotting corpses as she allows her stance to relax.
Xenovia pants slightly, wiping a drop of blood of her cheek with her gloved thumb while stabbing her large sword into the ground. "Why are there so damn many of these things this time?" Aponia was wondering the same, and it didn't help that this time they were also moved to a Victorian Age looking city, of all places.
Previously it used to be just small areas, hills covered in blood, collapsed ruins and even cave tunnels.
She didn't like this one bit.
It has already been two months since the disaster with Father Henry betrayal, and after a few days of rest and a very… disappointing meeting with some of the Vatican's higher ups, Ataraxia was promoted in rank, and then given a new mission.
Clear all the Walls of Mist in Italy.
The bell that Henryk gave Ataraxia is somehow capable of finding Walls of Mists just by ringing it.
Once rung, the person holding the bell will be able to see and feel where the closest Wall of Mist is.
And after two months and a lot of traveling, Aponia and Ataraxia had cleared nearly over a hundred of them.
And with each Wall of Mist cleared, the next ones becomes harder and harder.
She didn't care about this as long as Ataraxia remains safe, but the girl thinks that this is a mission given to her directly by God!
Those morons of the church had now started throwing his name around, uncaring of any possible consequence it might have in the future.
And Aponia's heart ached when she saw Ataraxia's glowing smile at the news, and she couldn't bring herself to tell her beloved about God's real situation.
That he was dead. Gone.
She just hoped that with time Ataraxia swiftly grows out of her worship, and then, when that day comes, Aponia will finally be able to tell her the truth.
But any earlier will have catastrophic consequences on the girl's mind, and she doesn't want any of that to happen.
"The area is clear!" Irina calls out from one of the rooftops, her cheerful personality still shining bright, but now the girl is many times more mature than she used to be.
Same for Xenovia.
Aponia had done some research on them before she became Ataraxia's partner, mostly out of Azazel's order.
They were… passable. Not great exorcists, with Xenovia being far too headstrong and stubborn and Irina being far too childish.
But then all of that changed after they cleared the Wall of Mist with Ataraxia before they became partners.
Since then the both started working hard on their training, and become many times more mature and kind.
And Aponia had a feeling that their kindness and maturity developed after they met Ataraxia.
To think that Ataraxia would inspire someone so early in her life… Aponia couldn't help but be proud.
"You seen Ataraxia yet?" Xenovia asks her friend, then hums with a small frown when Irina shakes her head.
The moment they had stepped through the Wall of Mist, it was just massive waves of madmen, deformed Mad Beasts and huge, hulking people with cleavers and axes.
"Don't worry, she can take care of herself-" Aponia froze as a blood-curling and horrifying screech echoed across the streets from the distance.
Xenovia paled and shivered as the screech passed by, making her unconsciously tighten her hold around her Excalibur. "What the hell was that?" Aponia frowns and lifts her Artifact bow, the one her beloved had gifted her.
The ground shakes as another screech rings out, this time closer, and followed by a tremendous explosion and shock-wave.
Irina's eyes widen as shock-waves and explosion explode out, drawing closer and closer. "Incoming!" She shouts, making Xenovia's and Aponia's eyes widen before they both jumped away just in time to dodge the rubble sent flying across the street by the building on their right being smashed apart.
A massive figure standing at nearly over ten meters tall smashed against the building at the other side of the street, looking like an enormous mad beast with a massive right arm, a far smaller left one, a long canine head, and huge, curved and menacing looking antlers at the top.
The beast screeches loudly as it slowly gets back up, only for a blinding flash to erupt out of the cloud of dust left behind by the crumbled building it smashed through.
The Neo-Longinus flies by with a sharp whistle, spearing through the beast's left shoulder and tearing it off as it passed through, causing the beast to release a blood-curling screech as it's small left arm falls on the ground, followed by enormous amounts of hot, steaming blood.
The spear is soon followed by an armored figure, wearing platinum gold armor with clawed gauntlets.
"Ah, there she is." Xenovia hums, relaxing against her large Excalibur as Ataraxia's smashes her armored boot against the chest of the giant beast, smashing it back into the already crumbling building she hurled it into.
The beast's chest caves in behind the force of the blow, and Ataraxia swiftly bends then, then jumps dozens of meters in the air to avoid the wild swing from the bleeding beast.
Ataraxia twirls in the air, then proceeds to lift her hand towards the sky. "Sandalphon!" Her voice bellows across the Victorian-like city, followed by a roaring clap of thunder as the Neo-Longinus flies back into her grasp.
And then, with a blinding glow, it transforms into a long sword, with the sheath being a brilliant royal blue color.
Aponia, Xenovia and Irina instantly raise their hands to cover their ears at the sight of the sword. It had become a reflex by now.
The beast screeches upward once more, and Ataraxia flicks the guard of the sword with her thumb, releasing the glowing blue blade out of it's sheath.
Streaks of rumbling lightning fill the air, making the world flash black and white a few times before a rather horrifying sonic-boom shakes the city.
Nearby buildings are obliterated by the shock-wave, and the street beneath the beast, where Ataraxia lands with her sword drawn, turns into powder on impact.
Hundreds of deep cuts appears all over the beast's body, and it's right arm flies off after being shredded into several pieces.
A pained screech escapes the beast, crumbling on the ground in pain and without arms as Ataraxia sheaths her now glowing white-hot Sandalphon before letting it disappear.
The beast glares at her through small, maddened eyes, then tries to bite her with it's massive jaws, only for her to grab it's head and smash it into the crumbled remains of the nearby buildings.
Her punch caves in part of it's skull before she grabs one of the large antlers and violently rips it out.
Before stabbing it into the beast's throat, making it choke on it's own blood.
But the beast doesn't go down and keeps trashing, yet Ataraxia easily keeps it in place even as the beast releases gargled and wet screeches, blood pouring out of it's nostrils and jaws.
Ataraxia grunts, then smashes her boot down onto the beast's lower jaw and keeps it in place before grabbing the upper one, then pulling it apart.
Aponia doesn't flinch as Ataraxia rips the beast's skull in half in a rather gory and violent act. She had grown used to it by now.
After the betrayal of Father Henry, Ataraxia had changed quite a bit.
In her fights, she had become increasingly brutal. Going from fighting to defeat, to fighting to mutilate and outright slaughter her target.
She had also grown increasingly retraced emotionally.
She was still her beautiful, warm and incredibly kind self to everyone, but she didn't let herself grow attached to anyone anymore. No matter how affection starved she is.
It made Aponia's heart ache.
The moment the beast's skull was ripped apart, the Dimension cracked, then crumbled and disappeared instantly, returning them to the interiors of the rather expensive hotel it had appeared in.
A burst of flames came from Ataraxia, burning away all the blood covering her armor and hands before she released it with a burst of light, stumbling slightly once it vanishes.
Aponia smiles lovingly and helps her stand, receiving a slightly tired but equally loving smile back.
"Finally back…" Xenovia groans, nearly slumping down from how tired she clearly is as Irina releases a huge yawn. "We deserve a good rest after that." Ataraxia hums tiredly in agreement, clearly tired even after her immense growth these past two months.
"I'll go tell the receptionist that we cleared the problem." Irina hums with a soft smile. "You all go back and take a rest!" Aponia thanked the younger girl before placing a hand on Ataraxia's hip so to lead her out and towards their rented room.
The walk was quiet, but Aponia doesn't mind. Just having Ataraxia near her is good enough.
"They are growing harder…" Ataraxia quietly muses, making Aponia squeeze her hip in comfort.
She leans her head to the side and kisses Ataraxia's temple, receiving a pleasant hum from the much younger girl leaning against her side. "Let's take a break. The Walls of Mist won't go anywhere." She soothes softly, trying to hold back a furious frown.
Such a massive responsibility shouldn't be pushed in the hands of such a caring and young girl, yet those fuckers of the church obviously didn't care!
The pay was good, and Ataraxia had been recently promoted to a Special Grade Exorcist after the one and only Vasco Strada heard of her actions in clearing the Walls of Mist.
Not even she, or Xenovia and Irina, Excalibur pieces wielders, were Special Grade Exorcists.
That was the highest status one could have as an Exorcist, even though there were ten more rankings once one entered the Special Grade.
Ataraxia was already at the Ninth Rank, having gained the attention and respect of Vasco Strada for her diligence and quick work of the Walls of Mist.
Aponia had no doubt that her beloved would swiftly reach the First Rank… But she didn't want her to.
Because those that reached the highest ranks would then be told about God's demise during the Great War, and that would break Ataraxia instantly.
She shook away those thoughts, putting a smile on her face once they finally reached the room the owner had so kindly given to them to stay in for as long as they wished.
Ataraxia sighs and stretches her back, pulling away from Aponia to do so, before sighing softly. "Using Adonai Melek even for just a few minutes leaves me completely spent…" She hums softly, rubbing her right thumb against the ring wrapped around her index finger.
Aponia smiles kindly at her. "You did use Sandalphon too, so that also took a lot out of you." Outside of her Neo-Longinus, Sandalphon and Adonai Melek were her two greatest artifacts yet.
Adonai Melek insanely boosted her strength, speed and defense, while Sandalphon was raw speed and power, plus it granted additional great control over Wind and Lightning magic.
Both were incredible creations that took quite some time to finalize, with Ataraxia already having ideas to improve them so to make them far stronger, and less Mana consuming.
She suddenly perks up when she notices a letter on the table in the room, then raises a brow once she grabs it and reads the writing behind.
"Sweety, there's a letter for you from Griselda." Ataraxia pauses and blinks then shrugs.
"Leave it there, I'll read it after I take a shower." Aponia nods, then her eyes widen when Ataraxia proceeds to lift and remove her habit while walking towards the bathroom, exposing her nearly fully naked body to her now very lustful eyes.
She had grown so much more supple and curvaceous over these two months, mostly after Aponia fixed her diet so to match with her rigorous training.
And now she found herself salivating at the sight of those full and jiggly buttocks and large, bouncing breasts.
Ataraxia grins when she catches her staring, a strong flush appearing on her cheeks as she hums softly. "Want to join me in the shower?" She whispers loud enough for Aponia to hear, leaving her frozen in place.
She'll never get used to Ataraxia being so incredibly affectionate and even flirtatious towards her.
The two of them might already kiss and make out a lot, but Aponia never managed to push things further due to wanting to take things slowly with Ataraxia.
The girl is clearly starved for touch and affection, and Aponia is planning on sating that immense thirst first, or at least as much as possible, before pushing things further.
But how could she refuse such a tempting offer?
XxX
I giggle softly as Aponia cheerfully walks into the kitchen, a glowing smile on her beautiful face.
She's always like that after we kiss for a while, which makes things so much better.
I grab the letter on the table and make my way towards the couch, feeling so much better and far less tired after the long hot shower, and after I refilled my reserves of Mana a good bit.
I take a seat with a satisfied sigh, then bring up my Status screen, hoping to see a good change.
Ataraxia
Level – 99
Fighting Class – Low Class
Sacred Gear – "The Mind Of God" Ars
Powers:
Artifact Creation – Rank C
Law Mastery (Initial):
Law of Fire – Rank B
Law of Water – Rank B
Law of Earth – Rank A
Law of Wind – Rank B
Personal Abilities:
Mana Core – Rank C
Weapon Mastery – Rank C
I have improved a lot in the past two months, but for some reason I haven't been able to reach the Middle Class level. I've been stuck at Level 99 for an entire month now.
My Laws have gone up a great deal, though I do not know what the highest Rank is, but I have a feeling it's not A.
Though I have a feeling that I am unable to bring out the current full power of my Laws due to my low level.
I managed to improve my Mana Core once more, created more than a hundred Mana Stars inside my body, bought Mana Burst to Level 134, and turned my whole body into an Artifact.
Yet even with all of these, the Walls of Mist have started to grow harder and harder. And bigger too.
From the usual dozen or two, to now hundreds upon hundreds of Madmen and Mad Beasts.
Plus that enormous screeching beast I just killed not too long ago.
Sandalphon and Adonai Melek are both Rank C in terms of Artifact grade, as is my whole body and organs, but I need to improve them both so that using them doesn't take so much out of me.
I sigh softly to myself, letting my Status Screen disperse as I lower my gaze to the letter in my hands.
I wish I knew why my Level hasn't gone up even after all this time.
"Perhaps it is better like this, little one."
I blink, then smile at the majestic and soothing voice in my head.
Since I awakened my Sacred Gear, I've been able to talk to it. To the Crown of Heaven itself. To Keter.
Albeit Keter doesn't talk much for some reason. Something about 'not wanting them to detect me' or something like that.
And I still can't get behind how my Sacred Gear is the Crown of Heaven itself. The Artifact of Creation is my Sacred Gear!
'What do you mean?' I couldn't help but ask softly in my own mind.
"You have experienced incredibly growth since you obtained this mysterious power, have you not?"
"Don't be greedy to obtain more. Focus on what you already have."
"By growing too fast, you will only harm yourself. So be patient."
Keter's presence fades away after that, but his words instantly make me feel so much better.
I've been getting greedier for more power! To think I'd lose myself without realizing! Damn it…
It's fine to want more, but needing it is too much. I know that it's for a good cause, but that doesn't excuse my action.
I sigh and open the letter, then lazily skim through it, only to almost crush it and burn it on the spot.
"Sweety?" I breathe in through my nostrils and control the sheer heat radiating off my body, then offer Aponia the letter in my hand.
She frowns and grabs it, then swiftly reads through the contents before sighing and rubbing the bridge of her nose. "So they discovered me, huh?" I clench my fists and keep my anger and sadness in check as Aponia drops down on the couch right beside me.
I take her hand in mine and give it a soft squeeze. "Do you think someone ratted you out?" She hums and narrows her eyes in thought.
"That has to be the only way, as the church is far too incompetent to find the spies inside their circle." She muses softly, then her eyes narrow even more. "But there's no one that could have ratted me out… unless…" Her eyes widen, and I raise a curious brow before I connect the dots.
"You think it's the Devil Henryk mentioned? The one that you think is obsessed with me?" She nods, and I frown, pushing away any thought about brutalizing that damned Devil to the back of my head.
"I'll have to leave and go back to my leader, but I can't leave you alone with that damned snake lying in wait." I smile softly at her, leaning against her shoulder so to ignore the ugly feeling in my belly.
We stay like that for a few minutes before she suddenly perks up. "I have a plan." I perk up as she grins brightly at me. "As you are a Special Grade Exorcist, you can take a leave from duties for as long as you want. Do just that, and I'll…" She pauses to bring out her phone, and I wait patiently for her to do what she needs to do.
"You'll go to Romania." I blink in confusion at that, which makes her giggle slightly. "I have a friend there. We've known each other since we were little, and she is the only person I can entrust your safety to."
"Originally, she was supposed to be the one to become your teammate and guard you, but something came up on her end, so I took her place. Lucky for me!" She whispers the last part while wiggling her brows, making me snort and poke her nose.
"But what about the remaining Walls of Mist?" I ask softly, and she frowns slightly.
"Honey, we can't keep going like this. We won't be able to clear all of them, especially since they keep appearing, and getting harder." She whispers softly, bringing me into a tight hug. "Rosaria, my friend, is far stronger than me, and is a master with weapons. Train with her, improve your current skills with her help, then we'll see. Alright?" I hum, then nod.
I do want to improve the Rank of my Weapon Master, so perhaps this is a great opportunity.
Plus, I don't want to make Aponia worry.
"How long will we be apart?" I hug her tighter, and she returns it with the same amount of force as she places a loving kiss on my neck.
"A few weeks, maybe. I'll need to give a detailed report and lay low for a while, then I'll come join you in Romania." Now that makes me feel so much better.
And I think I do deserve a vacation, to relax a bit after all the work I did in these two months.
Aponia pulls back and gives me a loving kiss on the lips before standing up. "Give me a bit, I need to make some calls. Meanwhile, buy a ticket for the Magical Train." I nod and bring out my phone, holding it with both hands as I am still not used to this thing.
And to the Magical Train.
It's basically a train for Supernatural people, which is capable of taking one to their destination, no matter where, in just one hour.
I don't know how, I just know that it's very useful, and it has helped me and Aponia deal with a great deal of Walls of Mist before.
I'll probably keep using it until I can finish my flying Artifact, though that still needs a great deal of time and care before it's fully done.
I think I need to Rank up my Artifact Creation skill before I can finish it, but I don't mind.
I take the letter back into my hands and sigh softly.
In it Miss Griselda pretty much warns me of Aponia real nature, to try and act normal, and keep her here until tomorrow morning and yada yada.
I know I shouldn't be mad, and that I shouldn't have hidden Aponia's true nature, but I don't care.
I love her, and she has been here for me while others just kept leaving.
I don't care that I am lying to the church now. I just don't.
I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, and close to me.
XxX
"She escaped!?"
"You sent a letter. She must've read it before me and sealed it back up." I don't meet Miss Griselda's gaze as I drag my suitcase along, walking past her and the group of exorcists she bought along.
"Forgive me if I am not in the mood to catch up with you, Miss Griselda, but this is the second time I was betrayed." She winches at my words, and I swallow the pang of guilt and hurt for lying to her. "I'll be taking some time off from my duties to relax, so if you'll excuse me…" She nods softly, then steps forward to bring me into a gentle and loving hug.
"You've grown so much, honey…" I bite my lower lip and hug her back, feeling my eyes sting slightly as she pulls back and cups my cheek. "Will you be alright?" I nod and breathe in to keep control over my emotions.
"I'll make sure to keep in contact." I tell her, then turn towards the frowning Xenovia and worried Irina before bowing. "Thank you a lot for all the assistance you have given me so far." Xenovia relaxes and nods with a warm smile, not being one to speak a lot.
The raises her hand and grabs Irina's collar, stopping the very emotional girl from tackling me into a hug.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't able to assist more." I tell Miss Griselda, but she merely shakes her head and motions for the exorcists with her to move into the Hotel, probably to investigate the area.
But Aponia flew off early this night after we finished setting things up. Now all I have to do is just go to the train station and catch my train.
"That's alright, you already have a lot on your plate…" She gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before pulling back with a warm smile. "Go on, we can catch up some other time." I don't hesitate in taking that chance and bow to her one last time before taking my leave.
The fact that she trusts my words so easily makes everything hurt even more.
I didn't sleep at all tonight due to having spent the whole time preparing myself for a confrontation that might not happen.
Aponia's friend, Rosaria, suggested that I be ready in case the Devil interested in me tries to approach me on my way to the train station, or maybe even on the train.
So I did, and created something that might help me even the playing field in case he turns out to be far stronger than I am.
Albeit I have my Neo-Longinus, Sandalphon and Adonai Melek, which release powerful Holy Light, something that is incredibly deadly to all Devils.
I keep my thumb pressed against the ring on my index finger, ready to bring out either Neo-Longinus or it's other form, Sandalphon, at a moment's notice.
I feel a gaze on me during my walk towards the train station, and keep my senses sharp and ready for any sudden attack, but nothing happens.
The gaze is still there even when the Magical Train arrives, and only leaves after I board it and claim a booth for myself, making me relax slightly.
Now I just need to wait one hour.
I blink when my phone suddenly rings, and I swiftly bring it out, hoping that it's Aponia, but instead get an unknown number.
The train starts moving as I contemplate on answering the phone, then just shrug and bring it to my ears. "Hello?"
"Ah, I was wondering if I saved the wrong number." A very mature and sensual female voice speaks up from the other end, making me narrow my eyes. "You are Ataraxia, yes? This is Rosaria. I believe Aponia must've told you about me." Do all Fallen Angels have such sensual voices?
"A-Ah, yes ma'am." The woman on the other side giggles softly, sending weird shivers down my spine.
"Oh please honey, just call me Rosa if you wish. Ma'am makes me feel old." I gulp quite loudly, something that she surely heard from her soft giggles that ring through a second later. "I'm calling to make sure everything is alright. Have you boarded the train?"
I shake my head and straighten myself. "Yes, ma'- I mean, yes." She giggles again, and I feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment. "I did feel a gaze on me on my walk towards the train station, but everything seems to be alright now…" She hums softly at that.
"Still, keep your guard up dear. It's just one hour. I am already at the train station waiting for your arrival, so if that thing shows up, just stall for time, then I'll give it a piece of my mind once you arrive." I can't help but shiver at her tone of voice.
Aponia told me a great deal about Rosaria during the night, and the one thing that struck out the most is that Rosaria is an incredibly ruthless woman with an immense hate for Devils, a great love for Humans, and is also very perverted too.
Which I think is a common thing among Fallen Angels…
"Either way, I can't wait to meet you. Aponia just kept blabbering on and on about you, so I am quite curious." Oh dear, what did Aponia tell her about me? I hope nothing embarrassing…
I lick my lips and look out of the window, and towards the very fake view of beautiful hills flashing by. In reality I am inside what looks like an endless tunnel until the train reaches the end of the road.
"I can't wait to meet you either. I'm quite excited to learn under you, ma'am." Oh, I slipped. Crap!
She doesn't seem to mind and instead giggles softly. "I'll warn you though, I am quite the strict teacher." That's nothing new to me. Miss Griselda was insanely strict too. "Though I do already have a student, your age too I believe. I wonder if a rivalry will be born…" She muses to herself, and I go to answer before I feel it.
"Ma'am." I call out softly, and her sensual giggle instantly dies down.
"He's there, isn't he?" She muses softly, and I can almost feel the sheer killing intent restrained within her voice.
"Yes. He is approaching my booth right now." I crack my fingers and breathe in, filling my lungs with air and Mana as I press my thumb against the ring on my index finger.
"Be careful honey." She whispers softly before cutting the call, letting me put the phone away and lean back against my seat with crossed legs.
A minute later, the door to my booth slides slightly open. "Oh? I haven't met an exorcist in quite a while!" A joyful and young voice speaks up from the doorway, and I keep myself in check and glance towards the speaker.
A young looking man with blonde hair and squinted eyes, a very fake friendly smile on his face and clad in expensive looking clothes and jewelry.
The aura coming from him is… wrong. Twisted, heavy, and it just… reeks.
It's disgusting.
So this is how Devils feel like to my senses…
"May I…?" He wiggles his finger towards the large seat in front of me, so I offer a friendly and bright smile towards him, careful to keep any hostility off my face.
"Of course sir, feel free!" His smile turns more genuine, but gains a very sly edge to it, reminding me of Henryk's disgusting smiles that still haunt my nightmares.
He takes the free seat without wasting time and plops down on it with a satisfied sigh. "Hm? Are you perhaps going on a vacation miss?" He questions as he glances towards my luggage.
Albeit I could have put everything inside my storage Artifact, I didn't as I do not wish to reveal it's existence to others since Aponia told me that they are very rare and incredibly expensive.
I hold back my frown when I feel some twisted form of magic brush against me, making me clench my fists as I turn to fully look at the now surprised Devil in front of you.
"You know…" I start, rubbing my thumb against my ring. "I spent the whole night hoping that you'd actually approach me on the train." I smile kindly at him as he freezes, his fingers tensing as my smile falls into a nearly murderous glare.
"So that I can rip you apart with my own hands for what you've done." First the hunters at the village that got killed by him releasing one of Henryk's pet Mad Beasts, then the killing of the nun's that was certainly provoked after I killed said pet Mad Beast.
And now he had to force Aponia to leave me due to his fascination with me.
He gulps, then forces a disarming smile on his face, but I can see the building hate and anger behind his squinted eyes. "Now now, you must've confused me with someone else! Let's start again!" He coughs into his fist, then offers his hand to me. "My name is Diodora Astaroth, it's a plea-"
I grab his hand and smile coldly, putting a stop to whatever he was going to say. "Good. Now I know the name of the vermin that caused so much death." My ring glows and his eyes widen in horror, but it's too late. He was far too careless.
His hand explodes into a bloody pulp as Neo-Longinus manifests in an explosion of Holy Light, and I stab it forward just as he dodges to the his left, letting me stab off the rest of his already nearly fully destroyed right arm.
He screams in pain and horror as blood gushes out from his now severed limb, but a look of fury instantly appears on his face as he snarls at me. "You damn bitch! I'm going to-" My boot meets his face, causing a cracking noise to ring out, followed by a muffled boom as the force behind the blow smashes him through the cabin walls behind him.
Then through all the others until he reaches and comes to a stop at the expensive looking lobby of the train car.
I twirl Neo-Longinus and walk through the rubble of the destroyed cabins with a cold look of my face as he coughs out blood and broken teeth on the fine red carpet below him.
A large ball of fire appears on my left hand, and I don't waste a second in hurling it towards him.
He manages to regain his bearings and straighten himself just in time to summon a large green barrier, blocking the fireball and letting it explode and set the area on fire, but it still manages to crack the barrier a great deal with the impact.
And I didn't even put that much power behind it.
This guy is so pathetically weak. Henryk was so much stronger than him.
So much stronger than the current me.
He snarls, then pales as I rear my right arm back, then hurl Neo-Longinus at him, aiming straight for his head.
His barrier shatters instantly under the force I put behind my throw, but he moves his head to the side and barely manages to dodge it, but a large burning cut is still left behind on his cheek while his ear is completely gone.
Diodora visibly bites down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood so to not scream in pain, then snarls and raises his only remaining hand towards me while I raise mine.
His magic circle shatters as Neo-Longinus flies back towards me, it's staff smashing against the back of his head on it's way towards my hand.
"Dumbass." I sneer and draw forward as my spear flashes, then turns into a long and bright blue sword.
A loud rumble echoes out as I raise it high above my head, making Diodora pale considerably and raise his hand once more.
Not just one, but three green barriers appear between him and me, and these three are far brighter than the previous one he summoned.
Not that it'll matter in the end.
I bring down Sandalphon with a cold look in my eyes, and release the accumulated wind inside the blade.
A tremendous crack ensues forth as a massive blast of air shakes the whole train car, demolishing the barrier and the surrounding furniture with extreme ease.
Sandalphon's power over Wind isn't Wind Control, but instead it absorbs the surrounding air and accumulates it inside the blade, before releasing it all in a single slash of tremendous force.
The Lightning is just there for added speed and to fool others, simple as that.
I hum, then swing Sandalphon through the air, narrowing my eyes when a transparent conjured blade bounces off and shatters.
Good thing turning myself into an Artifact boosted my Senses to incredible levels, else I'd have missed that sword.
I swing Sandalphon a few more times, blocking more and more conjured blades, each one a bit harder than the previous one, making me narrow my eyes even more.
I breathe out, then stab forward, releasing another massive blast of wind to clear away all the smoke and shatter any incoming conjured swords.
The blast of wind smashes against an incredibly strong barrier, with a bloody Diodora standing and panting behind it, a furious look behind his face.
His only remaining hand raises up as he sneers at me in contempt. "To think I'd have to use this against the likes of you…" He hisses out, spitting some blood to the side as he conjures something to his hand.
A… black snake? What?
My eyes widen when the snake suddenly stretches itself, then wraps around his whole body as he gasps.
Enormous amounts of power flow out from the black snake and into Diodora's body, a manic and intoxicated look soon appearing in his crazed eyes as he cackles madly.
His aura grows stronger and stronger with each passing second, making me grit my teeth and hurl a full power fireball at his barrier.
Barely any cracks appear on the barrier on impact, but they also swiftly repair themselves.
"Oh, don't give up yet, you slut!" He hollers loudly, clearly enjoying the sight of the frown on my face. "I'm going to break you little by little, watch as despair spreads across your face, and then rape you over and over! Like I did with all the other Nuns!"
…
"Excuse me?" His laughter suddenly cuts short, but his bloody grin grows so much bigger.
"What? You angry that I raped and enslaved so many other Holy Maidens before you?" He shrugs with a lazy grin on his face. "What can I say… it's my favorite hobby!"
I'm going to end his disgusting life in the most horridly painful way possible.
"Adonai Melek." He blinks as the brilliant armor appears around my body in a blinding flash, but his grin never falters.
"You never give up, do you? That's good, I like fei-"
"Halvanhelev." All of my Mana roars forth and into Sandalphon, which glows brilliantly and suddenly enlarges into my hand.
I created this second form as a safety measure, but to think I'd actually use it out of anger…
The long sword suddenly grows into a massive single-edged purple and gold greatsword.
The air instantly starts vibrating the moment Halvanhelev comes out, and I lower my stance and grab the massive blade with both hands, then breathe in.
A dozen green barriers appear between me and a now very pale and afraid Diodora.
Good. Be scared, you piece of shit.
My Mana Starts light up, and Mana Burst roars forth at full power as I stomp on the ground, then swing Halvanhelev like a baseball bat.
The whole train car goes white.
A titanic roar and blast sends me flying back as Halvanhelev's releases all of it's accumulated power.
Unlike it's previous form, which uses Wind and Lighting, Halvanhelev uses neither of those.
It absorbs Mana and turns it into pure kinetic force.
It's still a work in progress, but to think it'd be able to release this tremendous level of power with just a few seconds of charge up.
I grunt as Adonai Melek disappears, and so does Halvanhelev, leaving me in a cloud of dust and debris, nearly completely spent and tired.
I sit up and use a bit of Mana to call forth on my Law of Wind, then use it to let the dust and smoke disappear.
An alarm starts sounding out, and I blink when all the destruction caused so far starts rapidly repairing itself at a rate visible to the naked eye.
But I don't focus on that and instead look around for any remaining signs of Diodora.
Did he flee?
A crunch behind me tells me otherwise, and I throw myself to the side just in time to avoid a stab from a faint conjured blade.
The bastard teleported behind me to escape Halvanhelev's release!
He grins cockily at me, not looking that spent and still with that damned snake feeding him power attached to his body. "That was dangerous you know?" He clicks his tongue as I slowly stand, making him sigh and shake his head. "You truly don't know when to give up…"
He sneers at me and waves his sword at himself. "I'm still full of energy and magic." He then points the blade at me. "You aren't!" He smirks, and I smirk right back.
"Good thing I won't need magic for what comes next." I growl out and conjure a small dagger into my hand under his surprised eyes.
He reflexively raises the conjured sword in his hand to parry a slash, but instead of slashing at him, I stab the dagger into the wall.
"What?" He blinks, then his eyes widen when the dagger glows and releases an invisible barrier than engulfs us both.
And makes all the Mana in the barrier disappear. Both the Mana inside my body, and the one inside his.
The snake powering him falls apart, and the sudden bout of weakness nearly makes him crumble to his knees.
"Surprise." I bare my teeth at him and straighten myself, then breathe in and step forward.
All of his bravado and cockiness instantly disappears as he scrambles back with a shriek. "W-What did you do?!" He screams, his back hitting one of the stools of the bar before he swiftly stands. "S-Stay away!"
I sneer at him and keep walking forward, stalking him like a tiger would with it's prey. "I simply took away your advantage…" I explain as I crack my knuckles. "And gave myself the ability to physically rip you apart with my bare hands."
I lunge forward, making him scream and throw the stool he bumped against at me.
I raise my left hand and block it with my forearm, then stomp forward and uppercut his chin with my right fist, nearly lifting him off the ground with the force behind the blow.
My left hand reaches forth and grabs his hair as he lifts his hand to grab my right wrist, but I still move ahead and hook three fingers in his mouth. "You won't need this anymore." I growl out as I stare straight into his eyes.
Then coldly rip his lower jaw off with extreme ease.
Blood sprays all over me as his tongue hangs loose, a squeal of pain escaping him as tears fill his now bloodshot eyes.
I smile at him, then smash his head against the bar counter.
Over and over and over.
"You picked the wrong target, and you pissed me off far too much." I growl at him with no small amount of hate and disgust in my voice before smashing his head into the ground, put my foot against his back, and pull on his last remaining arm.
I ignore his screams as I slowly and painfully rip it off, then toss it to the side like the trash that it is.
I pant and stare down at his broken and bloodied form, a voice inside my head telling me to stop, that he is defeated. That he is broken.
But I ignore it.
I don't need him to be broken. I need him dead.
And I need him to die in a very horrible way.
I pant and look towards a nearby window, then sniff and bend down, grabbing his blonde hair and dragging him towards the window.
His skull meets the reinforced window, cracking it a bit and making me groan.
I breathe in, gather my strength, then smash his skull against the window once more.
Then again, and again.
And on the fifth try, it finally shatters, showing the seemingly endless tunnel we are in, with the wall being not even a feet away from the window.
"Good fucking riddance, you piece of shit." I growl out, then smash the side of his skull against the moving tunnel wall.
And smile as he screams and trashes around as his skull is slowly ground to paste, leaving behind a long smear of blood against the tunnel wall.
I pull back and let his now headless corpse crumble on the ground as the window repairs itself, then walk back to the dagger in the wall and remove it, allowing me to breathe in Mana once more.
I throw the dagger back into my storage artifact, then stare down at my blood dripping hands while panting, the stench of blood filling my nostrils.
Dear me, I'm covered in so much blood...
That was so brutal… So cruel…
And I enjoyed every last second of it…
I couldn't help but laugh softly. "I hope you are proud of me, Oh Lord Almighty! I avenged my sisters and punished this filthy creature!" I pant out as I spread my bloody hands to the side and close my eyes.
Perhaps this is my calling…
Helping others… and purging Evil…
There are so many filthy creatures like Diodora out there…
Fallen Angels, Devils… even other Gods…
Looks like I have a lot to do.
All in the name of the Lord Almithy.
A.N: And here starts the fall! I'ma make Ataraxia become Kratos, cause that sounds cool! And I mean the Kratos that was on his Greek Gods grind and killstreak.
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