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Disclaimer: we're in the fanfiction Endgame now.
Chapter 37
Mewni Civil War:
Pandemonium
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Darcy was livid.
Not only was her was her escape route snatched from her, but the little bitch had the audacity to be smug about it, grinning as she disappeared in the other side of the portal.
Now she had the ass hat human and bitch of a Mewman to deal with.
"NOW I'M ANGRY!"
"I CONCUR!" Higgs and Marco roared as they aimed to shove their blades into her twisted heart.
Darcy's left hand glowed an ominous red as she held Misery Rose with her right; she blasted Higgs with magic before she charged at Marco, dragging her sword along the floor causing it to spark.
The Mewman knight was blasted off her feet, the sword taking the brunt of the hit but still she was knocked back a good ways away. Hestia was no longer around to help but that just left Darcy alone with her and Marco; they would overwhelm her no problem.
Higgs staggered to her feet, using the sword to heft her up.
"HIGGS!"
The Mewman Knight looked up and dived away as Darcy blasted her again.
Her charge at Marco a feint; she wanted Higgs first.
"THIS FIGHT IS BETWEEN MY MAGNIFIENCE AND THE MAN-CHILD! BEGONE THOT!"
Higgs made an ice screen but it proved futile as Darcy rained more magic upon her, sending her flying out of the room through the walls.
"AT LAST THE TIME HAS COME! LET US DANCE TO THE DEATH, BOY!" Darcy screamed in delirium, raising her sword.
Darcy traded blows with Marco, re-growing her broken sword blade after each successive hit, the sword seemingly had a nigh infinity supply to abuse even as the Traitor's Sword broke it again and again.
"Hahaha, I'm going to gut you, MARCO!"
"SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!"
Darcy tried to dance away from his sword reach but Marco not having it managed to snap a kick and sent her stumbling. Marco darted forward; ready to lop her head clean off.
Darcy grinned stabbing her sword into the floor and flooding it with magic.
RAVAGING ROSES!
Marco saw all the broken sword pieces around him suddenly stood upright, their dangerous point aimed at him before they elongated and attempted to skewer him.
He tossed the sword over his shoulder and warped away to safety, only to have the spikes abruptly swerve and continued at him. Marco skid across the floor before chucking the sword at the homing spikes, smashing them to bit and continue sailing to the clone.
Darcy blasted the sword with magic sending it spinning safely away, Marco warped to it and using the spin momentum sent himself sailing at the clone, Automata invoking Iron Skin so he could put the hurt on Darcy.
Darcy's gloating face turned to pain as Marco's reinforced boot found her midsection, crumpling metal before he was on her, pummeling her with his gauntlets. His anger and frustration so blinding, the Dark Knight forgotten such blows would do nothing to the clone, no ever lasting damage.
But for all she had done: he wanted to make her hurt.
"MARCO!"
Her mangled roared roused him from his bashing, he saw her bloodied and broken face and quickly summoned his sword, ready to end it all.
Just as the sword materialized in his hand, Darcy supercharged her left hand and smashed her fist into the sword pommel sending it flying out of the castle. Marco readied to recall it but Darcy had other plans, she grabbed him with her left hand, it began to crackle dangerously.
"If I'm to die, I'll take all of this kingdom with me! HAHaAHA!"
Marco gritted his teeth.
And commanded the sword.
Marco was greeted to the crisp Mewni air as he warped himself and by extension Darcy out of the castle,
"PREDICTABLE MARCO! HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERALDED AS A HERO!?" Darcy cackled as she punched Marco across the face before kicking off him, dodging the sword swipe as the two fell towards the town below.
Marco snarled, losing Darcy as she smashed through a house, Marco willed a tree from below, breaking his fall with some branches and dashed to where Darcy had landed.
Mewmans screamed around him as they scurried from him and the destruction, his eyes darting for any possible ambush points, routes and hidey-holes Darcy could use. No such attack, Marco arrived at the house without incident before he kicked down the door, his sword at the ready.
"DARCY!"
"Shut the fuck up, boy."
The clone held a small child as hostage, her sword pointed at him.
Her left index and middle finger pointed at the child's temple.
"Now, let's all calm down before we regret it~"
"I won't."
"...heh, yeah, I won't either."
Magic exploded from her fingertips.
The child had already sunk waist deep thanks to Dunes Sandpit avoiding the headshot.
Darcy roared as the sword spun for her forcing her to leap away only to be struck by Marco's fingertip lightning, sending her tunneling out of the house and into another.
Not letting up, he called forth the Elementals and continued to blast the clone, summoning the sword in between attacks and throwing it with deadly intent, but Darcy managing to only be nicked by it. Blood poured down her body profusely.
Still she remained.
Still she fought.
Marco could hear the screams of terror, the heat of fires spreading from all the attacks he and Darcy were causing. The Dark Knight watched as a frighten family run past him, he slowed his run, blinking rapidly, he turned slowly around to see the town on the foot of the castle enveloped in flames and destruction.
Mewmans trying to put out the fires.
Screaming.
Crying.
Running.
Marco winced, grasping his head.
Warco and Ocram marveling at his work.
"No...no...I'm—I'm better than this..."
"No. BUT I AM!"
Marco blocked a magic ray, the sword splitting the beam in two and incinerated running Mewmans. Blood pounded in his ears hearing the screams of shocked families, Darcy smiled to herself, licking her left fist, magic dancing along her fingertips.
"Look how much fun we're having Marco! Oh, you're such a good play date~"
"..."
Darcy snickered at his murderous face as she lazily sat on a nearby balcony.
"Wipe that look off your face! You act as if this wasn't going to happen! Or perhaps...you would be the one to do it~?" Darcy said thoughtfully, "I mean, and I get to revoke and vomit this after I say it: I am You after all~ so in some twisted ironic sense...YOU DID DO IT. YOU killed those Mewmans, caused the Mewman Civil War and set Mewni ablaze, ahahaha!
And killed Star Butterfly."
Darcy laughed.
She laughed even as Marco leveled his sword at her.
And laughed as the world screamed around her.
Oblivion and Buttercup flinched as something flew overhead.
The two feeling something shift in the dimension.
"...was that?"
"...that can't be good."
Darcy hacked up blood, wiping her chin and feeling like shit.
Her glanced over the Hell Crusader Armor, shaking her head letting blood drip over herself before she pushed herself to stand.
She scoffed seeing that they were out of the Butterfly Kingdom, south of it where it was nothing but the wilds.
"You chose a charming place to die, Marco."
"I've had enough of your bullshit, DARCY!"
The clone tilted her head, the sword missing her face before Marco warped, his leg cocked back ready to ram his steel toe into her mouth.
The clone gave him the finger.
The magic artifacts glowing in response.
Marco found himself hitting ground and gravel, his back aching from the distance he had traveled as Darcy glared at the cut he managed on her hand.
"Again and again you cut me, Marco...its amusing at best since I can't heal the damage you wrought. But as long as I don't suffer an injury like woe is me Star Butterfly; I think I'll manage to kill you easily."
Darcy pulled out some magic from the jewels and wagged it around like a rag before she formed it, making a glove and slipped it on, she grinned darkly.
"Not quite like healing, can't close the wound, but if I can make magic like a second skin then it's no different than not bleeding at all~! I'll figure a way to break this little problem you do pose on me Marco; maybe if I snapped that sword in two, I'll completely heal~"
Marco propped himself up for a moment as Darcy began to wrap herself in magic, hoping to stop the bleeding he managed to put on her. He gritted his teeth at the sight.
Magic.
He pushed himself up and readied to end it all.
He paused seeing his hand, then his arm: the black tendril tattoos that Monster Arm had so lovingly gave him.
"What is this? Did Darcy…?"
T'was not her, Marco.
Marco was silent at the response from Automata.
"...are you all alright?"
...that depends, Marco.
Indeed.
"...those are some cold words."
Oh, I'm sorry, Marco. Do you remember Fell Flaming us?
"...I can't say I do."
Oh ho! Typical.
...seeing all of us are going to be uncivil and Hestia isn't here to do any explain: you hurt us, Marco. Seraph was worried you'd hurt us, abuse us and frankly we always thought her fears were unfounded. Petty jealousy or some rubbish.
Until now.
So you better root around that empty head of yours about what you did.
Marco swallowed the little information he was given.
He did something.
Something very wrong.
The Elementals always sided with him whenever Seraph was involved...but whatever he had done definitely made them change their minds.
"...okay. I will."
...
Marco called the sword forth and made a beeline for Darcy, a slow gradual walk.
Finished with her magic bandaging of her problem, seeing the resolute stride of the Dark Knight, she retrieved her sword and pulled out some blade to bash with Marco.
"So brave to waltz to your death, boy."
Marco did not share her banter.
Instead he stomped his foot down and the ground beneath her exploded with ice.
Darcy skipped to the side only to have Marco launch himself with an ice protrusion, the clone scoffed at the sight and speed; he was mighty slow from her perspective.
As if knowing her thoughts, he shot lightning from his hand.
She threw spikes at him forestalling the attack, she lazily yelled, "Predictable."
She shrieked when a tree exploded from underneath her, the branches locking her.
"DIE DARCY!"
"HOW ABOUT YOU!?"
Marco flung his sword just as Darcy did her own.
The Misery Rose's blade was cut in two but it was enough, the sword veered away from her.
Marco warped himself and flung the sword again, Darcy gathered magic and split the tree down the middle, throwing off the sand snakes that were slithering up the trunk to help subdue her. Again Marco reappeared to his sword, above the clone and in the perfect angle for an attack, he plunged downwards for a sure fatal blow.
"TOO COCKY! VENGEFUL VORTEX!"
"GRK!"
Marco found himself slamming into a twister erupting from Darcy's hand, the Traitor's Sword unperturbed by the magic however Marco felt the slicing wind cut into him.
He pushed the sword down until he got it underneath his boot and kicked the pommel down, the sword slicing through while he was sent airborne.
Darcy hopped back from the sword drop before she willed the broken Misery Rose pieces around her to spike up around the Traitor's Sword with her vile magic. Darcy smiled darkly, imagining Marco impaled by the rose's thorny spikes.
Marco flew higher and higher, the vortex not at all stopping.
He gathered lightning to his hand and split it in twain collapsing the vortex; he was high enough to see Butterfly Castle in the distance.
He could see Darcy below, already gathering magic to her left hand and the Misery Rose back in her hands; his guts plummeted just as gravity pulled him back. The lightning crackled in his hand as he readied to nose dive for
"URGK!?"
Marco felt something smash into his shoulder spinning him in mid drop, he blinked frantically spying the Royal Wand zooming for Darcy's open left hand.
She smiled evilly at him.
"Aw, look, it seems even Princess Star wants me to kill you~!
I will graciously take her donation to the cause!"
Marco's gut plummet seeing Darcy crush the Wand and dropped the pieces as she opened her hand.
The Star Jewel joining the stolen magick relics in her fist.
He felt a sudden shift in the dimension.
Darcy released a blood curdling scream as the Primordial magicks wreak havoc on her, spreading shimmering spider veins all over visible skin. Her eyes hard on Marco as she aimed her fist at him, she roared as he recalled his sword seeing the swell in magic around her,
"MAGIC IS EVERYTHING, MARCO!"
Not waiting for her to get even stronger, Marco brought the sword double overhead and threw it right for the clone, Darcy saw the sword path and let loose a concentrated burst of magick at the sword projectile.
Darcy bared her teeth as the sword cleaved through the magical blast, watching the spinning disc of death move ever so closer. Whilst she remained stationary, Marco in fact did not as he continued to descend faster and faster for a very painful landing. He hoped to wait for Darcy to misstep, to cancel her attack too early so he could Warp and lodge the sword between her eyes.
But the moment passed and he was forced to channel one of the Elementals.
YUKI
SLUSHIE SLIDE!
Marco saw the ground not covered with a comfortable size of frost to pad his landing.
"Y-Yuki?"
...oh fine.
The moment Marco hit slush, Darcy frantically poured into her attack slowing the sword just enough to sidestep the sword and put some distance between her and it. Marco stuck his head out of the frost, cursing he missed a chance to end Darcy, he pulled himself free as Darcy wasted no time in blasting him with magic, the bolts a lot bigger and meaner than it was previously.
"I see you've been juicing, Darcy, can't fight me without it?"
"I see you're still trying to stab me with that butter knife you call a sword, dickhead!"
Ugh, it's like Marco is yelling at himself.
HE IS.
"HEY."
Tis true, governor.
The Traitor's Sword reappeared in Marco's hand, Darcy's eyes homed on it, knowing its deadly affect on her as she doubled her barrage of magic. Marco weaved his sword around him like an angry viper, deflecting bolts and steadily getting closer with intricate footwork, sweat poured down his brow and body as the clone repeatedly attacked.
As if reading his mind, Darcy composed herself and let loose a mighty bolt forcing Marco to shear through it, dodging it would prove futile as the explosion would have incapacitate him otherwise.
Darcy smirked at her gambit and grew herself crow wings and took flight,
"Catch me if you can, Marco!"
Marco panted seeing Darcy gain altitude, his blood boiling.
Was this his fate? To literally chase 'himself' all over Mewni?
His heart hammered in his chest, seeing her flap higher and farther from him, he gripped his sword ready to throw, but his arm falter as his mind raced for a better idea.
"...she's too cautious of my sword, I need to ground her somehow. Elements heed my call!"
Darcy spun to the right as lightning forked down on her, she threw a backward glance and saw Marco making claw hand gestures at the sky. The once fluffy cotton clouds had turn stormy gray, crackling with lightning, Darcy growled,
"As if I'll let you stop me!"
"BRING HER DOWN RAIGU! YUKI!"
Darcy spun and dodged frantically before something smashed into her wings, she shrieked in pain before she began to get bludgeoned repeatedly. Hail the size of footballs came pelting for the clone, if not for her armor and healing she would have been mush inside a tin can.
Darcy spun magic around her, blocking the attacks.
Marco cursed as Darcy cackled.
Her annoying laugh magically amplified.
The Elementals snarled.
Marco felt one Elemental shoot straight for the skies; followed by another.
RAIGU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
RAGE WITH ME!
Marco watched in disbelief as every cloud in Mewni suddenly converged to where Raigu was, she made herself two crackling drumsticks and began to hammer them into the nearby clouds sending blistering surges through the clouds, beating harder and harder as the clouds turned pitch black.
And with each blow the clouds deafeningly clapped and applauded for the Lightning Elemental.
Yuki watched in silent horror as Raigu began to turn Primal: her hair standing frazzled, electric blue zigzag tattoos raced all over her pristine skin, her flowing robe turned into a tattered kimono depicting vengeful demons, dragons and tigers.
What was most frightening was her eyes devoid of her usual cheer and hyper-activeness.
Bright lights shined out as she bared her canines and sharpen teeth as the collected powers seeped into her rapidly.
Her gaze shifted from Darcy.
Then to Marco.
Yuki quickly shifted her to face the clone.
That one.
That one, Sister.
Yuki said reassuringly, sensing that Primal Raiju had trouble-identifying friend from foe.
Especially with one that was cloned from their current vessel.
Raiju opened her maw and roared inhumanly before she seemingly vanished and appeared above Darcy, transporting the entire cloud column with her in the shape of a hammer, thrumming with untold power.
— HEAVENLY JUDGEMENT OF THE RAGING THUNDER GODDESS! —
Raiju power-dived for the clone, her Primal powers consuming her as she aimed for Darcy.
The clone heard the voices within her scream bloody panic as she pointed her left hand at the Elemental, she saw the righteous fury aimed at her and she snarled at the audacity directed at her.
"EAT MAGIC, TURBO TITS!"
Yuki tried to shoot herself ahead of Raiju, knowing the level of magic would snap her out of her Primal state and the likely outcome would be Raiju forever lost in Mewni...
Sister!
Let me freeze Time, even for a second!
So intent on colliding with the magic, Yuki never realized that diamond and crystal pattern tattoos appeared on her.
Darcy roared in victory.
Then in horror.
Yuki clutched her gut as she fell away.
Raiju's roar deafen the clone as the full force of a calamity struck her.
"Mother!" Meteora yelled as she clutched the nearby column for support.
Eclipsa stared out of the balcony as the clouds that always cast an overcast over her kingdom and kept it hidden suddenly receded then followed by the brightest pillar of light she ever witness shoot to the heavens.
Then all of Mewni rumbled.
Her distance from the epicenter spared her the explosive ruptures.
It was tantamount to mere dish shaking levels, maybe an unexpected push even.
Went it settled.
Meteora fussed over her.
Then her guests came a-coming.
"What was that?!"
"And that shaking!"
"Earthquakes? Mewni-quakes?"
Janna, Jackie and Kelly were there asking question in a flash.
If she didn't know better they got here via magic.
"Listen esteemed guests:
I don't know."
The three gave her a look.
Eclipsa looked back at the undeniable destruction at the horizon.
A call to war, no doubt.
"But...I know someone who does..."
The moment Yuki and Raiju left him, Marco was already on the move.
He was sorely tempted to Warp with his sword, but in his teenage body, his abuse of vitality had caught up to him.
Dunes begrudgingly made him a sand platform and flew after them.
Watching the storms of Mewni converge at Raiju's behest had him in awe.
But when Darcy decided to retaliate he yelled, his warning lost to the roar of the storms, he saw something collide with Darcy's attack. But who could possibly be fast enough?
All his pondering took a backseat as Raiju struck Darcy with everything she commanded.
All he saw was white as he was flung back; the four winds screaming in his ears.
Then the earth decided to go on a drum solo and churned the ground so violently that it had re-launched Marco back into the air.
Marco hit ground again after a minute of air time, groaning as he felt gravel and dirt once again.
He sat up, banged the palm of his hand against his skull, a nagging ringing in his ear.
"Fuuuuuck...I can't hear shit."
He looked around bleary before he noticed light in the distance.
Then he smelled smoke.
Tasted blood.
He pulled himself up and saw the extent of the damage caused: he sky looked as if it was ruptured, the clouds in disarray with sporadic lightning between them; further he saw what was left of a forest that wasn't flatten on fire with what looked like a crater.
He mentally called out to the Elementals.
No one spoke,
He was empty.
"Damnit..." Marco spat blood as trudged for the crater, knowing they would be at least there to survey the damage.
Step over step, Marco pushed, he was tired physically, mentally and emotionally; all crammed in a single day. Dark thoughts wormed into him as he got closer, knowing the toil it had cost the Elementals.
"Almost...there—ack!"
Marco stumbled and hit dirt, a painful pop in his inner ear let him hear once again. He panted painfully, waiting for the pain to subside to more reasonable levels but he didn't get the chance,
Marco...
He craned his neck the best he could as Automata emerged from underneath, she gave him a rueful smirk.
We got the bitch.
Jewel and Dunes are watching guard over her body.
After they staked her that is.
Marco shared the Elemental's dark smile,
"Is Raiju okay?"
The Metal Elemental gestured as her sisters came from the thicket.
Yuki and Raiju were carried out by Moku and Golem respectively.
Marco still reeling pushed himself to his feet and slowly made his way to them; they stiffly greeted him before he saw to the two,
"Raiju, Yuki that was freakin' reckless."
Oh, stuff, boy.
We did that cause we can't stand magic. Especially that kind of magick.
Marco was perplexed.
"So...not because I—"
No.
Hmph.
"...I really need to have a conversation about this treatment and what I did; but can we have it after I bury the Traitor's Sword in Darcy's heart?"
I would be insulted otherwise.
Marco moved for the crater, the Elementals keeping up,
"But I'm glad you're alright Raiju, Yuki."
...your concern is noted. I—I'll just say it: what I did was reckless. When I was in the eye of the storm...a dark thought came to mind. When you went ballistic in the castle, you didn't care who you hurt—going Primal is akin to that: we have no conscience for we are Nature, does an earthquake, hurricane or tsunami care or ask how many shall die? No: we don't.
"...that went south really fast."
Ah, Raiju—ah folly, Marco, what my sister is trying to say is that your marvelous blunder is something we all want to know because we have it as well.
Marco didn't feel any better but he nodded regardless as he slid down the steep slope, Dunes and Jewel gave a nod.
Then laughed when Marco gained speed and rolled quite a ways down.
And kept rolling.
As much as they liked watching Marco do a barrel roll, Dunes got sand clouds to catch him and bring him to them.
"T-thanks, I don't think—"
Enough fainéant, end this thing already.
Marco quickly got to his feet, his sword glistening.
He saw Jewel and Dunes with their handiwork all over Darcy.
Or what he could identify anyways.
A blacken dried out husk of a person laid within a mangled tin can of an armor but regardless of how Darcy looked...
Crystal stakes riddled her body along with sand snakes and hands holding down the clone, her left hand covered in diamond casing, with floating sand shuriken nearby.
Marco moved past them and cocked his arm back, feeling every muscle tighten as the Elementals made an opening for her ruined breastplate.
The sword sank to the hilt.
The Elementals spat on the ground.
Marco looked at the body: the end of Darcy.
And yet...he was dissatisfied
What Marco?
"...dunno. I expected the body to erupt in flames or something."
Theatrics.
Marco looked at the body.
It was just...too easy.
He took a step
MARCO!
Dunes shoved him.
She screamed when a magic spike pierced her side from underneath.
Marco threw the sword and cut the spike, letting Jewel catch her.
The clone's left hand exploded the crystal prison and Darcy clawed her way out of the ground, Marco already had the sword back in his hand.
His eye darted to the body, she had hid underground only leaving her armor and left hand above ground, a fake body attached to her hand to pose and drop their guard...
"Ooh, I missed~ then again you almost got my pretty face!" Darcy snarled pointing at a pinprick on her right cheek, she slapped on a magic spot before running at Marco in her naked glory.
If Marco was a lesser man he would have been distracted.
But the only hot blood rushing was to his limbs for battle.
Magic versus blessed steel.
Marco felt the pause when the sword broke the magic Darcy used to defend herself and remake, it was the same with Star's magic wand sword when they fought years ago...
Marco distance himself with the memory, remembering the wand blade could batter the Traitor's Sword but he was in the defensive at the time.
This time he would shatter the magic.
Darcy sensing his battle rage and focus didn't miss a beat and drew and made as many magic blades as she needed, forming them from the glowing left hand of hers.
Thrust.
Overhead.
Backhand.
Darcy well-versed in combat and thanks to the demented machine of the Crimson Children, made her experience years of battle, matched Marco in his ferocity.
A dance of death of a man and his reflection.
Three times Darcy managed to draw blood.
Marco draw blood just as much.
If not for the magic surrounding the clone she would be in a puddle of her own blood.
Marco tried to mold some lightning from the sword but Darcy was a lot quicker, sending lances of lightning at him from her left hand forcing him to block with the sword. His eyes readjusted just as Darcy took off forcing him to pursue, she feinted and turn tail and ran for Jewel and Dunes.
Jewel called her powers, crystals pillars suddenly pierce to the surface but the clone laughed manically as she cut them with her magic, a beeline for them.
"Marco can't protect you from me! He can't protect anyone!"
SHUT YOUR MOUTH, BITCH!
Darcy gave a feral smile as she got closer, Dunes kept a hand on her wound and with the other she slammed her hand on the ground forming sand vipers that lunged for the clone.
When Darcy smashed them to pieces, she took the sand twister head on from Dunes, even when it sandpaper her flesh from her bones, she screamed in animalistic fury,
CHORT CHAINS!
Dunes jettison Jewel with a sand pillar then tried to dive into the ground only to be struck with 5 of the 8 magic chains and dragged to the clone.
ARGH!
"GET OVER HERE!"
Marco snarled as Darcy held Dunes with a magic blade at her throat,
"Hey, hey, hey! Everyone be cool~!"
"LET HER GO DARCY!"
Release her you wretch!
Darcy smiled darkly at Marco and the Elementals that quickly gathered, she eyed Marco intently,
"Not so strong without your harem of harlots, eh, Marco!?"
"I will not repeat myself again, Darcy." Marco pointed the sword at her, she sneered at the threat posed.
"Do you think you'll win this battle, Marco? This war? No. You won't.
There will be no glorious dawn. No feasts or fanfare. Ballads, hymns or legends declaring your victory; there will only blood and misery for all—"
"You paint your own demise quite well, Darcy—"
"DO NOT INTERUPT ME!" Darcy roared, a magic spike exploding underneath Dunes's foot causing her to shriek, the clone wrestled the Elemental down whilst they edged closer.
"AS I WAS SAYING:
You won't win, Marco.
You already lost—you just don't know it~
My army outnumbers you, Marco: thousands over! Your little pets will be trampled by sheer numbers! You who stylized himself as a folk legend in Mewni, some grandeur hero to save this wretched place..."
"..."
"You may speak now dumbass."
"...I'm going to put this sword into you.
And that will be the end of it."
Darcy chuckled.
"You say that Marco...but all of this:
I'm just getting started~"
Darcy licked her chops.
Her eyes on the Elementals, as if sizing them up,
"You look like a snack~"
Marco felt his hair bristle.
Not just from his anger but resonating with the Elementals nearby, sharing his rage.
Darcy's maniacal eyes never left them as she pulled Dunes's hair and showed her maw horrifically changed to resemble if a hippo decided to swap teeth with a great white shark.
Raiju, Jewel, Moku, Golem, Automata and Yuki gathered their powers to strike the clone before she devoured their Sister, Marco's fingertips moments away from releasing the Traitor's Sword.
Darcy kicked Dunes at them.
The sudden change proved near fatal for Dunes as Marco managed to send the sword whizzing for the ground in front of her.
But the combined attacks of the six other Elementals got her dead on.
ARGHHH!
The Sand Elemental screamed as lightning, crystal, lava, metal, ice and wood struck her.
Marco ran for Darcy as the Sisters cried apologies and shook their limp Sister.
"YOU DIE FOR THIS DARCY!"
"AHAHAHA—SAY THAT AS MUCH AS YOU PLEASE, IT DOESN'T MAKE IT TRUE~!"
Darcy scream-laughter rang in his ears as his sword missed the naked clone.
"MAYBE IF YOU SAY IT LOUDER IT WILL COME TRUE~!"
MARCO!
He glanced back, seeing Raiju racing for him,
You're too slow, lemme juice up your system!
Raiju entered Marco and sent a jolt to his body, making him keenly aware of his surroundings to a surreal degree. From the breeze through his hair, the sweat on his face, the gravel underneath his boot; it was a nauseatingly sudden change.
Darcy snickered commanding her Misery Rose to her hand, she spun to face the boy, very much confident that he was no match for her, he would come close
"DIE!" Marco roared as he swung for her neck, she ducked in the nick of time, her mind racing to how he crossed the distance so quickly, she saw the deep indentation where he last stood
All that was knocked aside when his knee connected to her face and he quickly grabbed her neck and forced her to the ground, how fast did he just get!? Still blinded with tears and blood gushing from her nose, she knew Marco would shove that blasted sword into her any second, she roared,
CAUSTIC COCOON!
Marco gritted his teeth as a bubbling barrier surround her, only his head and neck was above the bubble and everything else inside of it seared.
GET OFF HER MARCO!
"I'LL KILL HER FIRST!"
The Elemental pulled herself free from her vessel and grabbed him by his neck and pulled him free, he wheezed in pain feeling the chemical burns. Darcy undid the magic and stood up, flesh peeling off her, Marco wasn't the only one to get hurt by the magic.
Raiju fired bolts at the clone but she merely slapped it away with her left hand, magic once again foiling her attacks. Raiju looked at Marco, sensing he would go into shock soon and began to use her electricity to mend him,
Be still Marco, I'm not as good as Undine or Seraph, heck Moku would be better than me!
Then let me do it!
Moku and the rest of the Elementals joined them, she and Yuki quickly tended to Marco whilst the rest faced off with the clone.
"Well, well, well~ if it isn't the bitch who broke my armor."
There's nothing to hide behind now, wretch.
Marco watched in silent distress as the Elementals took on Darcy whilst Yuki and Moku mended him,
this isn't right...this my fight...
Not wasting time, the Elementals leapt at Darcy ferociously, their powers bursting from their fingertips as they laid waste to her. Darcy used her Misery Rose extensively trying to stake the ravishing beauties, but Automata made a claw hand and the demonic sword was ripped from her hands. The Metal Elemental began to twist the blacken sword, to break it and leave it useless but Darcy latched magic chains on it and tried to get it back.
Automata grunted as she was being pulled to Darcy, her Sisters immediately attacked Darcy in her vulnerable state but when she made magical tentacles and vines Automata decided pull harder then let go.
Darcy anticipating yanked back and incidentally sent her sword flying for the horizon, out of reach.
The Elementals laughed at her loss.
Darcy didn't like her toy taken from her, not one bit.
Marco saw Darcy grow monstrous, taking the traits and appearances of those she had devoured; all bubbling to the surface like a rancid stew of flesh.
"YOU ROTTEN THOTS!"
THE ONLY ONE I SEE IS YOU!
Scaly skin hard as concrete, eight burly arms, a barbed tail, crow wings, eight eyes like a spider, waist down were four sturdy legs of elephant and a maw of an undersea dragon.
Oh, crap.
And I thought she couldn't get uglier.
Boo, no professionals in an Ugly Contest.
"YOU DIE ESPECIALLY SLOW FOR THAT, COW."
The Elementals mirth turned to fear when Darcy came at them, with unbelievable agility despite her repulsive size she crashed into Automata and pushed her waist deep into the dirt. Automata ducked as a massive fist came for her head but Darcy with eight arms swung merciless at the Elemental, a flurry of fists struck Automata pounding her into the ground.
"YOU ARE NOTHING! JUST A USELESS, USELESS—!"
GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!
Jewel cartwheel through the air,
EMERALD CRASH!
Jewel turned a violent green and slammed into the clone, the rest of the Elementals overcome their shock and dog piled the clone, too. But with the Royal Wand Star, it just fueled Darcy with magic overwhelmingly, no matter how significant the damage they caused, Darcy regrew or shrugged off the death blows she suffered.
Her ugly gargantuan laugh rang through the air as she tore through diamond precipices and lightning bolts, swam out of quicksand and lava; and melted steel beams with her noxious breath.
"IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO?!
ENTERTAIN ME!"
The Elementals not taking the taunts lightly began to turn channel their powers more extensively looking more Primal by the second, Yuki squeezed Marco's arm,
"What's the matter, Yuki?"
...I don't care much for the place but I don't want to see my Sisters go Primal over and over again...they run the risk of staying like that...forever. A Calamity without Thought or Heart, sparing no one. No one deserves that...
Marco looked over the burns before he shrugged off Yuki and Moku,
Marco, you're still—
"Just numb my body to the pain!" he yelled as he ran forward, leaving the two behind.
Hard headed as always.
...
Yuki sent a chilling swirl over Marco as he raced forward, his sword glimmering in his hand.
He pushed through the Elementals, Darcy roared at the sight of him rushing forward to meet her,
"Finally done letting your bitches do your dirty—"
"RAAAAAAUGH!"
He threw the Traitor's Sword forcing her to take a titanic leap aside, Darcy roared with laughter, Marco yelled back,
"PREDICTABLE!"
Darcy's many eyes widen as the Elementals shot into Marco as he cupped his hands together, light swirled inside his palms,
"AND YOU'RE AN EVEN BIGGER TARGET NOW!"
Darcy fired bolts at him but seeing him endure she held out her eight arms, a magical barrier to shield her but nonetheless Marco committed to his assault on the clone,
WRATH OF NATURE!
Marco braced himself, pushing into the twisting blast as the clone's barrier took the hit, he gritted his teeth as the attack racked his body with unbearable pain. Still he kept his aim true on the clone, the barrier withstood the initial crash but seeing the barrier indent and wobble with every second helped Marco hold on and focus the blast.
Suddenly the barrier vanished and the beam struck Darcy directly.
Marco felt a savage smile.
Then it fell.
The beam were being absorbed into the clone's left gem hammered fist, Marco fell to his knees as the blast expired and the clone grinned darkly at Marco, even as it body bubbled horrifically.
"MY TURN."
The clone aimed her fist at him and the same beam came screaming out, but quadrupled magnified by the Primordial Magick in every way.
Marco recalled his sword and threw it, but with all the juice added the sword did indeed cleaved some but the force alone sent it twirling away.
Not believing his eyes.
MARCO!
Without hesitation he slammed his numb hands on the ground as the Elementals tried to shield him from certain death,
AEGIS OF NATURE!
Marco saw a mixture of ice, metal, lightning, sand, wood and crystal erupt in front of him, sheltering him from the blast.
Golem appeared behind him and grabbed him,
C'mon, you need to get out of here—!?
FLY, SISTER!
Marco briefly saw the Aegis overcome by the blast.
The next thing he knew he was facing the sky.
His entire body numb.
He stared at the foreign blue for a minute before he gasped realizing he wasn't breathing at all, he rolled to his side coughing feeling blood exit his nose and mouth. The sudden burst of movement left him weak again and he slumped to the dirt, his eyes adjusting.
The Elementals were laid unconscious all over the place.
Marco huffed painfully for air and pushed himself, propped on his elbows, he panted from such as simple task.
"Hah hah, man that had some mean kick..." Darcy chuckled, as she was slump on her knees, her monstrous form peeled off during the blast and were scattered behind her like some ruined flesh suit.
Marco couldn't believe his eyes.
Darcy grinned at him.
He reached out his hand and called forth his sword.
Nothing.
Darcy painfully cackled, clutching her side, her flesh literally melting off her.
Her regeneration taxed.
This was his chance.
Marco grunted as he forced himself to his knees, feeling his bones as brittle as glass, he weakly lifted his hand and called forth his sword again.
Nothing.
Darcy licked her lips even as it fell off, the clone looked at the magick jewels on her fist glowing vibrantly, it was a gambit of hers really, never thought it would work but the backlash was something she wouldn't use frequently, especially since she was left like this.
Darcy felt blood dribbled down her open wound, with a careless wipe from her left hand she tore off even more flesh, she grimace seeing ruined tissue.
She was falling apart.
Then she heard Marco snort, amused.
She glowered at him.
How dare he looked down on her! Him a mere human!
"You're not so powerful, dickhead." Darcy hissed pointing a finger at him, the jewels still glowing, "Without your stupid sword or those thots hanging out with you—?"
Darcy traced her finger at him then to the unconscious Elementals littering the battlefield before she realized that a magic line lingered in the air. She stared at it for a moment, it looked as if, no it couldn't be?
Darcy poked the magic line with her finger and pulled down on it suddenly, just like a zipper the line split dumping something before Darcy.
It was her sword.
She stared at it for a moment before she looked back to her fist, seeing the brightest gem that she made out of Hekapoo's Horn glowing,
"Ah...makes sense then, that was her nasty power after all~"
Marco felt his guts lurch seeing her sword back in her possession.
She looked up at Marco, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"I wonder what sorts of goodies I can find~!"
Darcy swiped in the air and opened these rifts with wanton abandon, dropping all sorts of things on her lap; most of which was rubbish. But the fact she could do that made him weary, his hand aching for his sword to end her once and for all.
Darcy enjoyed watching Marco's face grow paler as she opened rift after rift, a display of her newfound power definitely got his attention. She smugly opens another rift and something large crushed her lap causing her to cry and pummel it rolling it off her as she nursed herself.
The sudden change made Marco snicker only for it to die in his mouth as the thing rolled and faced him. It was the last person Marco could possibly think would fall out of the rift, right onto Darcy's lap:
Mina Loveberry.
"You overgrown dolt! I ought to—wait, you smell...DELICIOUS." Darcy salivated as she took a deep whiff of the Solarian.
Marco roared as he staggered to his feet through sheer willpower and adrenaline pumped frantically through his blood, but all that bravado was ignored as Darcy threw herself on the warrior her eyes only for her meal, no! NO!
Marco held out his hand and yelled,
"COME TO ME, SWORD OF PENDRAGON AND STRIKE DOWN THIS WICKED CLONE!"
Fire erupted around his hand and the fabled sword fell to it.
"You grow bold, Marco! Let's see how you fare against a GOD!" Darcy cackled as she sunk her teeth into the beaten Solarion, gulping mouthful of nourishing blood.
Marco clenched his jaws so hard he felt his teeth crack as he threw the Traitor's Sword harder than he ever had, the spinning blade screamed for the clone as he fell over onto the dirt once again.
"YOU'RE TOO LATE MARCO—
I REJECT MY HUMANITY
AND EMBRACE MY GODHOOD!"
XxXxXxXxX
Well, shit has hit the fan.
Big time.
At least the question when 'she' would show up has been finally been addressed.
To recap Darcy has taken the blood and traits of the Big 8 Mewni Kingdoms. Magick Artifacts: the Unicorn of PonyHead, the Horn of Hekapoo, Rhombulus Nipple Gem, King River's Scepter Jewel and the Royal Wand Jewel. Devoured countless Mewman and Monsters to use their traits and appearance, most prominent is Liquid Lizard's regeneration.
And to top it off: the last surviving Solarian.
Darcy had quite a many close calls these past chapters, Raiju's attack would have killed her outright if not for the Wand Jewel coming to her possession. And with Solarian blood flowing through her veins, she will be truly something akin to a god.
Can Marco triumph?
Ciao,
I am NRG
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