Chương 43: Matricide
The two sisters watched as their mother crashed into the ground like a burning meteor from the heavens.
As Yulia and Zorla descended, the very earth shattered from the impact, leaving not just a crater, but a deep chasm. Almost as if the crash was so deadly, they had already been laid to rest.
A figure arose from the pseudo-grave. It was Yulia. Her flames now faded, her armor looked worse for wear since it was charred all over.
As Yulia stood up, she didn't even need to snap back her dislocated shield arm into place, her tiefling's regeneration boon already did it for her. She smiled as she noticed the lovebirds approaching. Ah, but first she's going to need to apologize to Ellamir for roughing her mother up.
But before they could approach, the lovebirds' features contorted in horror. How could they now? Yulia felt it too.
Right behind Yulia was Queen Zorla, ominously towering over her. The mad queen's hand choked Yulia and raised her by the neck.
Her mana along with her strength already drained, the tiefling could only try to budge Zorla's grip with her own strength, which was, of course, a foolish endeavor.
"I actually felt that, you naughty little tiefling." Zorla's words brimmed with ill-intent, her ironclad grip held her prey in the Air. Her outpouring malice was concentrated on her hands, choking the tiefling for daring to cause a dent in her abdomen. "I could easily snap your neck in this position. Go on, beg for mercy. Do so and I might renew my offer of taking you in as my slave. Kyahahaha!"
Even as she was being choked, Yulia gave a rascal's grin. Her stalwart paladin soul would not approve of her pleading, especially towards a queen as vile as Zorla.
"Beg for mercy? I'd rather you snap my neck." Yulia replied with a crude timbre.
"Is that what you truly want? Then allow me to grant that request of yours."
But before Zorla could snap Yulia's neck like a twig, an explosion on her back made her lose her grip, allowing Yulia to immediately sprint away from danger.
Zorla turned around to see a Mermaid in a wheelchair, pointing two cannons at her while giving her a death glare for harming her friend.
"Ain't that cute, a fish on wheels trying to look menacing."
To answer such disrespect, Gloria switched loaded runes on her cannon with a single swipe from her chair's controller orbs. Now loaded with the isaz rune - ᛁ - It is the rune representing the lethality of freezing ice.
Her cannons fired again, an explosion happened, not of fire, but of sub-zero coldness. The mad queen was instantly encased in ice.
Naturally, it only took a couple of seconds for Zorla to shatter her ice prison. But the fact that what she considered to be a lowly mermaid managed to restrain her movements irked her to no end.
"Stay still, I'm going to scale you alive, little fishy." Zorla's cold words matched the isaz runes that she was blasted with as she made her march towards the mermaid.
Only for her to halt in her tracks as soon as she heard a voice call out towards her…
"Mother, I have come to settle things with you."
Zorla's lips twisted into a sinister arc. Looks like her daughter had finally grown some spine. The time was ripe, no better date than now to conduct the deathmatch she promised for Lolth.
She turned around to witness Ellamir, staring at her with undaunted eyes.
"Settle things? No, useless daughter of mine, you will forever be under my influence. I'm going to separate you from that Amazon like wheat from the chaff, she will be the seed that I will spit into death's embrace! Kyahahaha!"
"I'm afraid that won't do, mother. I have to see to it that my troublesome lover becomes the queen of their tribe." Shadows vortexed around Ellamir, the darkness swallowed her whole. The next moment, she had the gargantuan visage of a drider in armor. "I wish I could say that I am at least saddened I'm going to have to kill you, but ending your life is sure to be an experience I would enjoy."
A ridiculous cackle echoed into the night, portending the wanton duel to the death about to take place.
"Good to know that you've learned how to bark. Now show me how ferocious you can bite." Although calm, Zorla's words hid savagery within them, one that she plans to let loose on her daughter soon enough.
Ellamir handed her blade to Antani, and with it the graceful sword mastery that her lover had bestowed upon her. For they are no different than sticks with the amount of damage they could deal to their drider armor.
"Let me join you." The worried Antani suggested.
"Yes, we will back you up." Even Maesha was willing to clash with her mother head-on.
To which Ellamir simply shaked her head at them both, "This is my fight. I need this, I will turn her into nothing more but a bad memory with these hands for everything she had done to me. To us."
Soon, the dark elf soldiers had arrived to surround them. Mortified the thick bloodlust between their queen and their princess. Monsters, the both of them. That may be the case, they are enlisted to help the one they regarded as the more vicious. The soldiers were about to make their move when their queen's shout made them momentarily freeze due to fear.
"Interfere and I will squash you like bugs! Make yourselves useful by dispatching the Amazon and her crew!"
The Amazon village had turned into a battlefield as the rest of team Valhalla held off the soldiers encircling them.
And at the middle of it all, a fierce battle between two malice incarnate had begun.
All eight of Ellamir's legs skittered towards her mother, while her right fist was already cocked backwards, preparing to deliver a devastating blow containing all of the hatred she had for the person that had abused her as far as she could remember.
Her fist hit her target straight in the face, the booming impact was so hard, it released a shockwave as Zorla reeled backwards.
Not wanting to be outdone by her own daughter, Zorla retaliated with a punch of her own, barrelling into Ellamir's solar plexus with greater force than that of a battering ram.
Ellamir countered by a one-two combination, striking Zorla's body with a left straight and immediately followed it by a right hook into the face.
The mad queen took her daughter's fists with glee, as if to revel at the cracks that started to appear on both of their drider armor.
The violence that they both wielded were evenly matched. It was only inevitable that their supreme defense would shatter before their colossal strength.
Their current showdown was everything that Zorla hoped it would be! There is no doubt in her mind that her goddess was enjoying the clash that they exhibited!
Ellamir tried to go for another straight into her mother's face, but Zorla caught her fist. With nothing but brute force and a wild shout, her other hand clamped into Ellamir's arm and proceeded to throw her daughter into one of the empty huts, flattening it completely.
The mad laughter that rung grated Ellamir's ears as she regained composure . So her mother wanted to laugh? She would give her something to laugh about.
"RAAAAAAAAAH!" Ellamir roared at the top of her lungs as she charged her mother with the frenzy of a raging bull, tackling the mad queen into the ground.
While on top of her mother, Ellamir's fists pounded her mother's face with a relentless left and right. Had her mother not worn a drider armor, her face would have already been squished like a common fruit, similar to what would happen if you punched a tomato with all your might.
The more that Ellamir tried to make her mother shut up with her fists, the louder Zorla's laughter became. Until her fist had finally made Zorla's armor caved in.
A cracked hole appeared in Zorla's helmet, Ellamir stared in horror at the exposed eye of her mother as it brimmed with derangement.
At that moment, it hit her. Her mother had already broken. By Lolth, by power, by murdering her own sister.
That momentary lapse was all it took for Zorla to free herself and return a punch straight into Ellamir's face from underneath.
Ellamir tried to reorient her ringing ears, but the next moment, she had found that she had already been placed under her mother's underarm. And before she could shake free from Zorla's hold, she was lifted high up into the air into a wicked suplex hold.
Next, Zorla's legs flipped her backwards as she drove her daughter's backside into the earth with such brutal force that it left a massive crater.
Despite the grogginess, Ellamir had to think fast, fearing what her mother might do to her if she remained on the ground, she forced herself to recover from the monstrous slam and got up as quickly as she could.
Zorla chuckled before they engaged in another savage scuffle.
"How powerful you have become. For the first time ever, you have made me, dare I say, proud."
For all the years that have passed, that was the thing she wanted to hear the most from her mother. Who would've thought Ellamir would hear it not by doing her mother's bidding like an obedient daughter, but by trying her best to claim her life?
"Take your praise and shove it up yours! Feel proud all you want, it still won't change the fact that I'm going to murder you!"
"Kyahahaha! That's the spirit! Hold on to that anger, you're going to need it, maybe it will guide you to your reason. We may possess the same strength right now, but there is still one other thing that separates me from you."
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