Bab 111: Destructive Advent - Part Three
With the walls on both sides of Lucifer erecting from nature's insides, he continuously charged forward without an end in sight, before he simply slammed his foot right down to the front of the Emperor's face. Ducking his figure, he threw the sickle right into the other hand, aiming his fist right into the gut of his dormant kinsman's vessel, his arm still driven with the momentum from the charging motion, this blow had quickly intended to break all of his ribs in one shot. Emma and Gen both couldn't stand by to let this happen, so the older sister decided to stick out her palm, to blast and encase the Demon Prince in a block of ice to halt his movements.
It seemed, however, that she had underestimated his utter brutality and limit to his limitless Takyr… because the second that punch had landed against Ben's ribs, sending him back across the battlefield to his back, he stopped right in his tracks. Right in front of Emma, with chills running down her spine, the sweat that leaked out from the glands on her face had no end to it, instead, Lucifer grabbed at her still stuck out palm… and sliced her handoff, as if it were never even there in the first place. Blood littered the air momentarily, before splashing right onto his muscular chest, her hand fell right to the ground, contorting wildly, making a miniature puddle of gore below it.
In shock from the dismemberment that she'd just gone through, her chest rose and fell following her ragged hyperventilated breathing. That shadow he cast right over her as he towered over her petite figure, the Incarnation brushed the tip of his index claw against her cheek, his features hidden by the sun to the back of his colored skull, there only remained the menacing sight… belonging to all four of his eyes. It was like something from a horror movie, she couldn't believe her eyes, everything flashed before them. Her life, past, present, future, before she passed out from sheer shock, collapsing onto the ground, Lucifer couldn't help but giggle to himself licking the tips of each of his claws,
"And I didn't even have to lift another finger, heh… but you, though, you're an actual irritation, aren't you?" As Lucifer gradually began to turn his head, bones heard snapping, the brightness of his red glowing eyes digging into her glowing pink ones-
But Genesis didn't falter like her older sister did, instead, she let plasma swords drive out from the tips of her knuckles- ready for a fight. The steam emerged off of his back, the stench of his burnt flesh entering the atmosphere, he couldn't help but sniffle, as the skin peeled off as if he were shedding to replace the damaged part of his flesh with a healthier substitute. Branding his sickle crackling with Takyr, Morningstar couldn't help but once again be dramatic as he spun it around, throwing it into the air, Gen anticipated the whole routine he gave her father, even getting distracted as the Demon let it out from his sight and vanish into the clouds.
But that was the wrong call because the second her chin turned up, he was right there, mere centimeters away from her face- the height of him in contrast to her own, it was like that of the distance from Heaven and Earth. Yet again, she didn't falter, for instead, she thrust her arm forward and stabbed him right in the gut aiming for the heart. The disgusting audio of his organs switching around had entered her ears, gagging at the smell from the hole she'd made in his chest, he attempted to slam at the side of her skull with his closed fist.
She was different, she dodged right out of the way right before that attack could come into any contact with her face, and ducked right under it, leading for a brow to upturn as he stared curiously downward at her body. The streaks her feet left as she went for the swipe to his legs had been surrounded by a purple-pinkish glow that sliced off his limbs from the knees downward, leading to his descent as he collapsed onto his bloodied stumps, Gen pushed her open palm against the ground below throwing herself into the air.
Spreading out her arms like an Angel revealing their wings, she boasted herself right down the imprisoning road so she could make a landing near her father, landing somewhere near the impact that being near the huge crater in the ground. Just as her vision cleared, however, she could make out the shadow of the demon right behind her, milliseconds after noticing, she could make out the stabbing motion he was diving at her with… her body would be torn into pieces. Everything seemed to be moving so slow for her, were these truly be her final moments..?
"Peace of Mind technique. Guaranteed Hit: Requiem Virus," That voice belonged to nobody else but her big sister, Emma, now drawing her very own bow and arrow, the latter of which being composed of ice- from where Lucifer had left her unconscious body.
The both of them, after turning their heads, their features could be made out. Gen with hope in her eyes with a happy grin, and Lucifer with a sadistic smirk, hatred in his eyes despite the shape his lips turned into. Pushing out his demonic wings from his spine so he could fly into the air, gliding among the steadiness of the winds' guidance, Lucifer felt the specific sting of Requiem energy as the frosty projectile drove itself into his red-skinned ankle.
Slicing off his limb before the infection could spread, Genesis and Emma couldn't help but gasp from the sight, the latter of which preparing another arrow, freezing her blood to make another, she drew it against the bow she manifested. Just before she could, though, a slash of claws broke apart the bow so the pieces with the shards could collapse and hit the ground to her feet. Following that quick destructive slash, she was sliced right down in the shoulder so a gash would appear, her arm still hanging a bit loose, before being kicked right in the chest so she could launch right into the air and tumble downward to mirror her father.
Genesis, knowing that at her level, she couldn't even begin to comprehend his power, shook her dad awake- having been so swiftly knocked unconscious, there had to be something in play here! She tried and tried so hard to jerk him awake, but once more, he appeared to her, all it took was a simple slap to the side of her face and she fell unconscious, some of her skull broken to the right-hand side,
"Pathetic children. Now, Requiem abomination… do me a favor and kill yourself, bring out who we want, won't cha? Come on out, brother," As Lucifer invoked the name of his distant kinsman, he placed his thumb upon the Requiem vessel's forehead, as if blessing him… before then enchanting,
"O Holy One of the Sixth Blessed Incarnated Ones! Come to me, your Demonic Brethren, purify the wretched cursed unto this land… and cleanse this world of ANYMORE INFESTATIONS!" The incantation from Morningstar had worked effectively, to where their consciousnesses were linked, and an invisible barrier of Takyr plus Requiem energy formed around him along with the slumbering Emperor.
Cast into the void, still branding the sickle, baring his fangs as he curiously searched for his trapped brother, he was met with a right hook right across the face. Blood splattering onto the ground, body tumbling so he'd hit the floor, hands helping him up, his jaw hanging off the bottom part of his face… he was unable to let out any sort of noise, while HE towered over the False Prince. Arms shoved into his pockets, white eyes vibrant contrast to the darkness of his blackened attire,
"You dare touch my soul? There's a time and a place for anything, I'm sure you know that, outcast. There won't be a second time. I know my future, and if you pull something like this again, I'll ensure your children on the ones feasting on your flesh. Know your place… Fool," Those words, originating from the chimera throat of the Superior Emperor, were the only things that even remotely sent a shiver down the spine of the Demon Prince.
There was a time and a place for everything, he knew that to be the truth, no doubt about it… but what the hell was that? The Superior Emperor enacted the will of his kinsman back last month when he invoked the legendary Herald. It couldn't have been possible, right? Someone so abominable like Ben, the Requiem hybrid between that of God and human, had tamed such a beast he named his brother?
The world became to leak in to replace the darkened Void, to where Ben had no longer been, on his back, sleeping as if he were a baby. Lucifer smirked wider, catching his sickle right out of the air and aiming it right at the chin of the Requiem Time Emperor, just about to slice the tip so it could drive through the inside of his skull and stab out the crown. But just then, the tip of the blade had stopped right there as if the infinite space between them had expanded so widely that Lucifer was slowing down exponentially across a limitless period… in other words, the blade had stopped because it touched that which shouldn't be killed,
"He and I formed a little truce, isn't that nice?" Sarcastically mocked Emperor Rivera, to which he stepped back, jumping some distance away so the both of them could have a fair fight. Which was more than someone as horrible as Lucifer deserved, it was more for Ben than his enemy either way.
Each of them meters away from the other, the one who charged first would be none other than Lucifer, extending out his wings yet again so he could soar right above the ground littered with pebbles and rubble. Dragging the tip of his claw along with the platform below, he threw a bolt of Takyr to propel him into the air, flipping while he was airborne so he could smash right down with his interlocked fists to where Ben previously stood.
Kicking at the left side of his face, a wing had protected his skull momentarily to block the blow, sending the kinetic energy right back at him- a shockwave radiating out. About to lose his balance, he caught his footing for a second, watching as his enemy's demonic wings subsided and sunk back into his skin. Turning to the right, he immediately jumped forward out of the cover the wing provided, going for a slash right down the middle so he could slice open the head of the Emperor.
Weaving his head to the right so he could move out the sickle's range, he noticed the second that the trajectory was turned from the weapon the second its circular shape got too close to the ground. Lucifer had twisted it around so he could direct the sharpest edge of the sickle toward the face of the Emperor from its lowest point. His spirit manifesting out as it leaped out from the left part of his anatomy, the spiritual fingers of Rivera sliced off the wrist of the enemy, to stop his incoming attack. Swiftly regenerating before he could lose any balance, both of them seemed to go hand to hand, for the time being, moving as they fought one another, their hands and legs continuously collided.
The second his arm had popped right out from the sliced-off socket, healing as quickly as ever, Ben had gone for a simple punch right to the face, powered by Requiem energy. But the second his fist had entered the air, Lucifer had ducked out of his opponent's vision.
Knee Release!
Over his thousands of years of being outcast from human evolution, he watched from below the depths of the fiery pits of Hell as they progressed and slaughtered each other like rabid animals. He couldn't deny though, that some of them were admirable, with their ways of fighting being useful for eradicating more of their pathetic species. One of those forms being that of Taido Martial Arts. Not only does Lucifer release his knees but his hips and shoulders too, so, instead of falling, the move guides him to Ben's feet.
And then, gathering enough force from the motion, then enveloping the tips of his toes with enough Takyr energy corrupted and made possible by his hatred for humanity, there it goes! MANJI KICK! His foot slamming to the right of Ben's face, his cheekbone couldn't help but break from the energy pounded into it, Lucifer landed onto his other foot, sending Ben flying to the left of the road between the mirrored walls.
Sending just enough life energy to heal the broken bone so the pain wouldn't stop his fighting, Lucifer flew right after him, punching him right in the gut, but just before he could, Ben caught it with his fingers and smashed his wrist right with his elbow. Ben's back to the path ahead and Lucifer right in front of him with the way his wings manipulated the summer winds, the Emperor used his spirit's arms to grab at the sides of Lucifer's head and break his nose and the front of his skull smashing his head against his own.
Discombobulated from the blow infused with just enough Requiem energy to damage his soul, Ben took this to his advantage and punched Lucifer right into the clouds, watching as he made a hole right into them soaring higher above the Heavens. Charging right up to follow his enemy, Ben laid another punch square across his face, with more and more force to damage his skull and try to send it deeper to the center of his being to destroy the soul.
Gritting his teeth with his eyes glowing that signature Requiem white, Ben kept pounding and pounding at the sides of his face… until his shoulder was tapped by a claw. Shaking his head so he could knock himself out of the daze of hatred, he realized that the very thing he'd been smashing to oblivion was nothing more than a useless pawn. Just a demonic spirit that had already been turned to dust, and behind him, spinning around his body so he could aim the sole of his shoe to the face fully forward, Lucifer had grabbed at the ankle easily… grinning widely just to show his white teeth.
Slicing his foot right off, he grabbed at the upper parts of his leg to yank him closer so he could punch his throat, leading Ben to grab his neck and wheeze, searching for air. Clawing at his stomach to make scratch marks, he grabbed at both sides of his face and brought his face right down to his knee so he could smash his nose into two, before releasing his hold on his skull… brown-haired Lost Requiem had already been over and done with. Drifting between the realm of consciousness and unconsciousness, Lucifer paid him no mind, knowing he'd just fall to his doom, and then the human vessel would die or be sent to Purgatory.
As long as his brother was secured, then again, killing him and freeing the insolent soul wasn't allowed, so he just had to settle for tearing it out instead. Digging his hand into the astral body of the Emperor would lead to him touching the Superior Emperor's soul once again, and just like he'd warned, there wouldn't be a second time. Gliding along the ground so he could reach the unconscious body belonging to that of Emma Rivera, he stuck the front of his trident right into her back so she could awaken with a blood-curdling scream…
"Good girl," Lucifer creepily vocalized into her ears, covering her mouth with his palm so she needn't let out anything further.
Provoking the beast would just… lead to the extinction of the species, after all. Seconds before he was about to hit against the ground, maybe destroy some of his internals, obliterate vital organs, render himself immobile, and die right then and there, he controlled the air around him, flying right toward his destined enemy. But the screams of his beloved eldest daughter had not only entered the ears of her father but her big brother as well.
The demons were endless, seemingly limitless, pouring out from the core of the planet itself, it seemed, August didn't even break a sweat with slapping their faces. Brains flying out the side of their heads, then Reaper felt his palm drench with their insides, gore steaming as it hit Shattered Limit enveloping his soul and thereby everything around it… but the worst thing about having these kinds of advanced eyes was the way you saw everything. Looking at an overhead view of everything, August was further down the mirrored walls, and Ben battling Lucifer was closer to the upper right.
The second Emma's scream infected the atmosphere, Alex turned his head to where Aug previously stood, and not only had all the demons attacking them been destroyed by the immediate shockwave that pushed out from his accent, but he'd vanished. And in his wake, there was a widened crater where he formerly stood with the other two, crackling with green and red lightning, his Requiem energy incarnate.
Back to where Lucifer had his sickle stuck inside of Emma's back, wriggling it around so it could snap some of her bones and feel the cracking against the blade, blood spurting out to get onto the cracked platform below his knees. Muffled screams weakly bellowing out from her throats thrown against the crimson extremities covering her mouth… but before he could do any more damage, his hand was sliced right off, and a blast touched against his chest, throwing him back, all into the ploy of the aimed-up fist belonging to that of the white-haired Reaper.
Twisting his body in mid-air so he could throw a sideways slash at Aug's face with his animalistic claws, Lucifer's attack simply scraped against Shattered Limit and reduced his claws to nothing but blunt nails. Maniacally giggling at this revelation, Morningstar stuck out his wings extending them out his spine… the air guiding him further to the clouds, the Prince watched not only the glaring Reaper but the angered Emperor on the right opposite to his son.
Gently sliding the bare-skinned bottoms of his feet to that area between the both of them, Reaper son on the left, Lucifer on the middle, and Emperor father on the right… all three of them crackling with energy, preparing for the future destructive fight ahead of them both. Right eye blue and the other completely white, the Emperor both crackled with not only hate-filled Takyr but his dormant Requiem, strengthened only by his intense emotions. Shocking his hair so it could stay upright, bolts bouncing off his person, arms, shoulders, wrists, and otherwise to hit against the ground below him, he couldn't help but simply growl as if he were a rabid animal, at the sight of such a despicable creature in front of him.
And still, he laughed, clapping his hands together in amusement for the foretold future battle that would momentarily occur… as if it were still a game to him,
"Ahahahaha! Now, Augustus, Benjamin, Brother!!!! THROW EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AT ME, FULFILL YOUR DESTINY AND OBLITERATE ME!!!!"
To Be Continued in Destructive Advent - Fourth Part.
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