Nyra's screams pierced the battlefield as her body was obliterated by the radiant holy light, her form disintegrating into nothingness. Another life vanished in an instant, leaving her with only three remaining. But even as her body reformed, the pain etched on her face didn't waver her resolve. Gritting her teeth, she surged forward, her green eyes shining with defiance. The overwhelming force of Mastema's holy aura battered her, but she pressed on, uncaring of the agony coursing through her.
"I won't let you have your way, angel!" Nyra roared, her voice trembling with both rage and desperation as she hurtled headfirst toward the blinding light.
Mastema stood firm, her serene expression cracking under the weight of sorrow. Her trembling hands pressed together in prayer as she spoke, her voice soft but resolute. "Oh Lord in Heaven, hear my prayer." Her words echoed with divine power as radiant energy began to coalesce, forming another miniature sun above her a swirling mass of holy brilliance.
Nyra's lips curled into a snarl. "The same trick again?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom as she charged through the suffocating heat and light. "You can't keep this up forever! You'll burn out before I do!" Each step was a battle, but her rage fueled her determination.
Mastema's voice rose, filled with solemnity and divine authority. "...and answer Great Lament!"
The battlefield erupted in a devastating flash of light. Nyra's cry of anguish shattered the air as the holy supernova engulfed her once more, tearing her apart at a molecular level. When the light faded, ash and embers rained down where Nyra had stood. Yet again, one of her precious lives was stolen.
"Lady Nyra!" the onlooking devils wailed in despair, tears streaming down their faces. They could do nothing but watch as their leader bore the brunt of Mastema's relentless power.
But even as their cries filled the air, Nyra reformed once more, her body reassembling in a fiery burst of dark energy. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling, but the fire in her eyes burned brighter than ever. Without hesitation, she charged at Mastema again, a feral scream tearing from her throat.
"Great Lament." Mastema's trembling voice echoed through the battlefield as another miniature supernova of holy energy erupted from her prayer. The radiant explosion engulfed Nyra, the searing light consuming her entirely. When the energy receded, Nyra renewed her advance the fact that she's now down to her last live didn't so much as faze her.
"Why won't you stop?!" Mastema cried, her eyes filling with tears as she clasped her hands together in prayer once more. Her voice cracked under the strain of her emotions. "Please, stop fighting! I don't want to take another life!" Her tears fell freely now, glistening in the holy light surrounding her. "Despite being a devil, I can see it you're not a bad person. You're throwing yourself at me, disregarding the danger, because you're afraid for the others… You're trying to protect them, aren't you?"
Nyra froze for a brief moment, her expression contorted in a mix of bitterness and fury. Then, a harsh, bitter laugh escaped her lips. "An angel feigning sympathy for a devil?" she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "How disgustingly hypocritical. Do you even know how many lives you've already taken?" Her hands trembled as she clenched them into fists, her knuckles turning white. "This, this is why I hate your kind. You act so righteous, pretending to stand on a moral high ground, but you're just as bad as us devils!" Her voice cracked, and her glare burned hotter than ever.
Mastema flinched under the weight of Nyra's rage, but she stood her ground, her tears flowing in silent streams.
Nyra's voice lowered, trembling with anger and pain. "I had a little brother once," she said, her tone softer but no less sharp. Her body trembled as she spoke, the words dragging memories she wished she could bury. "He was the only member of my family that wasn't taken away by the war. He wasn't strong as he didn't inherit our clan's powers but he was kind. So kind. And I loved him with everything I had." Her voice broke, tears slipping down her face as she stared at the ground, unable to meet Mastema's gaze.
"One day, he came back from completing some contracts with humans," Nyra continued, her voice rising with anger. "He was so happy. Happier than I'd ever seen him. When I asked why, he told me he'd met a human girl. He gushed over her silky black hair and violet eyes. Her name was Dysis. She asked him on a date. He was so nervous, so excited. And what did I do?" She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "I encouraged him. I told him to go."
Mastema's breath caught in her throat. Her hands shook, and a sinking feeling spread through her chest.
Nyra's fists tightened once more, her knuckles white as her nails dug deeper into her palms. Her voice darkened, growing heavy with anguish. "But it was all a lie. A cruel, sick trick." Her breathing quickened, her words trembling with fury. "I couldn't stop worrying for my brother. What if the date went badly? What if he embarrassed himself? So eventually… I went after him."
Her crimson eyes burned as tears streaked down her face, her voice trembling with unspeakable pain. "When I got there, I sensed them. Angels were lurking nearby. I knew something was wrong, so I quickly ran to my brother as fast as I could." Her voice faltered, cracking under the weight of the memory. "But when I found him…"
Her voice broke completely, her body trembling as though it might shatter. "He was dying. His body my brother's body was eroding from holy energy. The light was eating him alive. And the one who did it the same girl who asked my brother for a date was gone. She fled like the coward she was."
"No…" Mastema whispered, her voice filled with disbelief and horror. She shook her head as if trying to deny the words she was hearing. "No, that can't be true…"
Nyra's voice rose, sharp and venomous. "The girl wasn't human. She was an angel. She lured him in, manipulated his feelings, made him think he was safe only to execute him when his guard was down!" Her voice cracked, and she let out a sob, her fury barely contained. "I was too late to save him. All I could do… was end his suffering myself. With my own hands. Do you understand what that feels like?! To kill someone you love because there's no other way?!"
Mastema's body shook as she dropped to her knees, her arms clutching herself as though she might fall apart. Her stomach twisted, and her tears fell in a torrential stream. The weight of Nyra's anguish hit her like a tidal wave, suffocating her. "God… please tell me this isn't true, angels don't..." she whispered, her voice a fragile, desperate plea. Her eyes were wide with horror, shimmering with tears that blurred the world around her.
For a moment, silence fell, broken only by the faint crackle of energy lingering in the air.
Then, a voice filled Mastema's mind a voice both gentle and mighty, carrying the weight of divinity. "I will not lie to you, my child. The devil speaks the truth." God's voice resonated in Mastema's mind, heavy with sorrow. "The one responsible for this heinous act has already been casted out of heaven. For even I found her methods cruel and distasteful."
Mastema gasped, her trembling hands covering her face as her tears spilled anew. The confirmation tore through her like shards of glass, her heart breaking under the weight of her faith and the injustice done in its name. "I… I didn't know," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I didn't know angels would… would do something so vile…"
Nyra's green eyes bore into Mastema with unrelenting intensity, her hatred undimmed. "Of course you didn't know. You followers of his will, love to blind yourselves to your own hypocrisy." Her voice seethed with venom, yet there was an underlying agony that made it all the more poignant. "To add insult to injury," Nyra continued, her voice trembling with fury, "I found out that coward hid behind a fake name. She's out there, living her pathetic life, making my vengeance an impossible dream." Her fists tightened at her sides as dark energy flared around her trembling body.
Nyra's aura erupted, swirling with chaos and fury, as she shifted into a battle stance. Her ragged breathing and the flicker of instability in her form betrayed her exhaustion, but her resolve burned brighter than ever. "That's why," she snarled, her voice resolute, "I will never retreat in the face of someone like you." She lunged forward, a feral cry tearing from her throat as she rushed at Mastema, her every ounce of strength focused on striking her down.
Mastema's heart broke further as she looked at Nyra lying on the ground, broken but defiant. The fury and pain in the devil's eyes hadn't dimmed.
Mastema clutched her chest, as though the weight of her guilt might crush her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling, a choked sob escaping her lips. "I'm so, so sorry…"
Nyra's voice rasped, hoarse but sharp. "You didn't finish me off. Why? Is it to gloat over my corpse, angel?" She coughed, her body trembling from the strain of her injuries, but her glare didn't falter.
Mastema shook her head, her tears falling freely. "I'm sorry… your brother… Your friends..." Her voice cracked as the guilt weighed heavier with every word.
For the first time, Nyra's fiery glare softened, confusion flickering in her eyes. She turned her head weakly as she heard the voices of her soldiers calling out from the distance.
"Lady Nyra, please retreat!" their cries rang through the air, desperate and filled with sorrow. "You've already suffered so much for us. You don't have to keep doing this!"
Nyra let out a weak, bitter laugh, her lips curling into a faint, pained smile. "So… my allies are unharmed." Her voice was quiet, filled with a fragile sort of relief. She turned her gaze back to Mastema, her expression unreadable. "You didn't kill my subordinates when you could have…" She took a shallow, trembling breath. So, your tears… aren't a facade after all, you've truly regret what you've done."
Mastema nodded, her own tears dripping down her cheeks.
Nyra closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, her voice softer now. "If you're really sorry… please grant me one request."
Mastema knelt beside her, her hands trembling as she reached out, unsure if Nyra would even let her touch her. "What is it?" she asked, her voice breaking with grief.
Nyra tried to sit up, her body wracked with pain. "Please spare…" she began, but her eyes suddenly widened in horror. Acting on pure instinct, Nyra surged forward, ignoring the agony tearing through her body, and shoved Mastema aside just as a spear of malevolent light pierced through her chest.
"Nyra!" Mastema screamed, her eyes wide with shock and terror as Nyra's body slumped towards the ground.
Blood spilled from Nyra's lips as she managed a weak, bittersweet smile, her voice faint as the light began to fade from her eyes. "Nyla… big sis is coming." With those final words, Nyra's body fell hitting the ground.
Mastema knelt beside her lifeless form, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "No… Nyra, no…" she whispered, her tears falling like rain. She didn't even notice the one who threw the spear, until an enraged voice thundered through the desert.
Nyra Beleth: The Last Beleth – Lvl 500 Deceased
"Traitor!" Lucifer's voice roared, shaking the very ground. He had risen from the sands, his form towering and monstrous, his aura so overwhelming that it blanketed the battlefield in suffocating malice. "You fools!" he spat, his eyes glowing with unholy rage as he stared down at the remnants of his army. "All of you together can't even kill 2 stooges must I do everything myself."
Mastema turned, her heart sinking as she saw Lucifer form two massive orbs of malevolent light in his hands. Their power radiated pure destruction, dark energy swirling chaotically.
"Lucifer, no!" the voices of the three remaining Satans cried out in unison as they step forth. "Some of our forces are in ..."
"Pathetic insects," Lucifer growled, his voice venomous and cold. Without hesitation, he hurled the massive spheres of light toward Mastema and Peon's direction, paying no mind to the screams of his own army as the orbs tore through them. Soldiers disintegrated instantly upon contact, their cries of agony filling the battlefield.
"No!" Mastema cried, seeing the devastation within the devil army's ranks as the sphere is closing in.
Peon gritted his teeth, his fists clenched. "He's killing his own forces just to get to us!" he shouted, his voice filled with disbelief and fury.
But before the deadly orbs could reach them, a soft voice rang out like a bell cutting through the chaos.
"Star." A single word, spoken with absolute authority.
Two small orbs of light appeared, radiant and impossibly dense with pure energy. They shot forward, colliding with Lucifer's spheres in a blinding explosion of light and shadow. For a brief moment, the entire battlefield was illuminated as the forces of malevolence and purity clashed. Then, the malevolent spheres dissolved into nothingness, utterly nullified by Jezabel's light.
Lucifer's eyes widened in shock, disbelief flashing across his face. "No," he muttered, his voice low and trembling. "That light… her light…" His hands trembled as he processed what had just happened. "Impossible. My light… my light outshines even God's!"
From the horizon, a chilling, dark laughter echoed, growing louder and more menacing with each second. "MUAHAHAHAHA!" The sound resonated across the battlefield, filled with wicked delight. Jezabel's aura erupted, massive and oppressive, blanketing the underworld with her overwhelming presence.
Even the most hardened members of Lucifer's army faltered, their knees buckling under the weight of her power. Some fainted outright, others wet themselves in terror. The oppressive force reached the four Satans themselves, and for the first time in their lives, they felt a cold, paralyzing fear grip their hearts.
"Well, Lucy," Jezabel sneered, her smile growing sadistic as she her eyes surveyed through the chaos "You've asked for it, and now, you shall receive. It's time to welcome some familiar new players into this little game of ours."
She raised one hand into the air, her fingers curling like talons as a vortex of energy swirled around her. Ethereal white orbs began to rise from the battlefield, glowing with an otherworldly light. They floated ominously above the ground, pulsating softly.
"Those… those are the souls of our fallen soldiers!" Beelzebub stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"What is she doing with them?" Leviathan muttered, her unease mounting with every passing second.
"Whatever it is, it's bad!" Asmodeus whimpered, his voice high-pitched and shaking. He turned to Lucifer, panic twisting his features. "This is all your fucken fault Lucifer! Why did you drag us into a fight against that little shit?!"
Lucifer grunted in frustration, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher her intentions.
Jezabel's laughter grew even more wicked as she extended her other hand, her aura flaring with an intensity that made the ground tremble beneath her. "In the name of I, Demon Overlord Jezabel," she declared, her voice echoing in the air, "those who have fallen shall rise again. Now come join us in the playing field!"
At her proclamation, the glowing orbs began to shift and morph. Ethereal light coalesced into dark, tangible forms as the souls of fallen devils were reshaped, twisted by Jezabel's unholy power into entirely new beings.
At the forefront marched numerous tall figures clad in crimson Hakamas, their hair tied back as their sharp, predatory gazes cut through the battlefield. Each wielded massive katanas shimmering with crimson light, exuding an air of ruthless confidence and bloodlust, their synchronized movements deliberate and precise, like an army of deadly predators.
Among them strode serene yet benevolent figures, each draped in black robes adorned with frills. Their long, flowing blond hair cascaded down their backs, their expressions exuded a calm, nurturing resolve. Each carried a staff, ornately crafted and pulsing with a gentle, golden light that seemed to radiate an aura of restoration and protection.
Larger forms emerged, hulking brutes with muscles rippling beneath scarred flesh. Each bore spiked gauntlets or massive weapons that glinted ominously in the dim light. Their thunderous growls echoed across the battlefield as they slammed the earth with their immense fists, their towering frames radiating sheer, crushing power.
From the shadows, sleek and feral figures prowled forward, their buxom feline bodies exuding primal aggression, their eyes gleamed as they crouched low, every movement a testament to their predatory instincts, a wild aura flickering around them as if heralding impending destruction.
Shadowy assassins poured out next, their garments concealing much of their forms. Each moved with ghostly silence, twin daggers glinting faintly as trails of dark mist followed in their wake. icy-blue eyes burned with unwavering focus, their very presence evoking the feeling of death stalking the living.
But these were only the beginning. The battlefield became a sea of monstrous and otherworldly beings.
Among them were eldritch horrors amorphous, goo-like creatures with translucent bodies that constantly shifted and warped. Their unsettling forms seemed to reflect the deepest fears of those who dared to gaze upon them. Scattered across the chaos, reanimated corpses rose as undead soldiers, their shambling frames joining the ranks. Among them, elegant yet eerie undead maids wielded jagged weaponry, as hauntingly graceful Jiangshi dressed in traditional Qing era chinese attire hopped forward.
Elsewhere, plant-like demons emerged, deceptively beautiful. Their feminine forms adorned with vibrant floral appendages exuded a strange allure, their radiant hues masking the lethal intent of their thorned limbs and poison-laced attacks.
Beast-like demons also entered the fray, jackals with glowing runes etched into their armor, flaming horned reptiles with razor-sharp claws, and massive dragons with emerald green scales that belched torrents of flame. Fanged creatures with fiery fur and golden markings prowled at the flanks, their tails whipping the air as they snarled.
At the rear of the reincarnated army stood a legion of female spellcasters, their presence ominous yet meticulously organized. Each one was adorned in elaborate black and white dresses, accented by delicate frills and ribbons, with large, elegant bows crowning their hair. Their expressions were serene, almost doll-like, yet their eyes glinted with an intense focus that hinted at the immense power they were preparing to unleash.
This and many more appeared, though behind them all, two familiar figures emerged, looking not too different from the time they were devils, but the boost and change in the nature of their power was noticeable.
"What?" Nyra exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment as she examined her new body, flexing her new claws and feeling the raw energy coursing through her.
Venefica, in stark contrast, adjusted her glasses with a calm, manic grin spreading across her face. "Fascinating," she mused, her voice laced with an unsettling curiosity. Her sharp eyes flickered with a mad scientist's glee as she twirled a beaker-like apparatus she had somehow conjured into her hands. "So, this is the essence of demonic reincarnation. Such potential! The variables! Oh, the experiments I could conduct with this newfound form."
Nyra Beleth: The First Felynn – Lvl 600
Venefica Astorath: Professor of Lurid Science – Lvl 500