The war raged on with blood drenching the floors, sliced-open demons littering the ground with their organs splattered onto their muscular bodies battling against the incoming horde. As the Hunter sliced one of the incoming vampire bats, larger as it fed off of human fear and blood, he headed the call, dodging an incoming charging werewolf just barely then running after. Dragging the tip of his sharpened Ketsueki right against the ground as he sped at breakneck speeds, he dug it right into the neck of the canine beast, watching as the blood squirted right out onto his face, he couldn't help but smirk at the taste.
Utilizing the stuck blade as a stepping stool, he flipped right onto the back of the creature, slowing down as it ran rapidly through the warring battlefield, he stuck two-edged nails into their ears so they could howl out at the pain as if they were an innocent little dog. But he didn't even stop there, because as he licked his lips with his tongue, he tore the head of this animal off with his claw-like nails, then leaping right off its back so he could slam his fist into a nearby army of vampires right beside Ryder.
The shockwave from his knuckles digging into the ground sending them momentarily into the air, the Moon thought swiftly, grey eye flashing red, the invisible air around his lips sparked red with black as if the winds itself had been struck by Takyr,
"Blow into pieces!" Ryder's voice was calm and controlled yet with a certain edge to it that sent chills down the spine of anyone who'd hear it, as the demons heard that, their brains exploded from the top of their head to their hearts imploding right out of their chests.
Jay and Ry shared a brief fist bump, the former of which running back with his red streak behind him, the latter Karlo clenched his fingers to make a fist running over to his struggling daughter. Arms raised, she had been blocking their chomping teeth so their fangs would sink into her limbs, unable to do anything else knowing that they'd just bite at her neck. But because she was dealing with their teeth biting at her arms, she was unaware of their rising arms and sharpened claws about to dig right into her sides and slice her right in half.
That was until Rose had unleashed an unholy loud sonic scream that not only entered the vicinity she was fighting but because the vocals were infused with Takyr manipulated by human nature, her range expanded out to even reach Satan at the back.
As expected, her attack did not affect the Embodiment of Evil, but it did interest them to an extent, brushing one of their claws against the air, the tip of their nail sparking against the specialty. The uniqueness composed by human biology of this Hellish energy, now so different from originating from a mortal stomach, the Devil King couldn't help but smile,
"Fascinating, truly fascinating. Those Karlos can infuse their sonic attacks with Takyr for more lethal damage. It would likely be more effective against Angels but then again, it's the thought that counts, considering she just decimated barely a quarter of the army. For her species and lower power compared to her brother or father, I'd say that's about a good job. H'xler, take her for research, and be quick about it, please," Gently ordered Satan of their specific minion.
That minion flying right overhead, aiming right for Ryder and Rose fighting side by side together against more of the demons. Sonic blasts bursting right out from their hands to throw more of these monsters back, one expanded in volume to such a degree that simply being blasted into their chest left a chain reaction of exploding demons, one by one by one, over and over again,
"Is this the quality father-daughter time you'd been wanting, kid?!" Ryder asked his daughter sarcastically with half a chuckle in his voice,
"My fantasy HAS always been to fight demons on war ground with my long last dad, so I can't say no to that!" Rose answered back at her father, clapping her palms right together with a little mischievous giggle the young woman was just unable to contain.
Streams of Takyr brought forth into reality, the red glow in her eyes starting to exponentially brighten, Rosalyn watched as the incoming demon heading right for her and her father aimed right at her head. At that point, Ryder didn't even need a look to see what'd happen next, as he lifted his girl and threw her right at him, to which Rosey giggled right in the air stretching out her arms,
"WHOOOO!" Cried out the ginger, grabbing H'xler right by his throat and slamming him right down to the ground, intercepting his flight.
Noticing his struggle, she couldn't help but smile… how pitiful, she thought, as she looked down upon this poor creature wriggling and struggling for help. But she didn't even know the half of it, because from his perspective, looking right up at her, with those red glowing eyes and that sinister sadistic grin, the same as her brother's, the flowing reddened strands, you'd be the one mistaking her for a demon. Then again, with her lineage, her hands inching closer to his face, prying open his jaw, his head still struggling, you wouldn't be wrong.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" That sonic scream of hers slid right into his face, Rose continuing to unleash the highest layers of her vocals so the insides of his face would contort, pieces of flesh sticking out his cheeks- then BOOM!
She'd ended him with incredible ease, pieces of brain with blood splashing her face, she couldn't help but smile, wiping it off of her eyes so she could see properly. Thump! His feet went as they touched against the soil beneath his soles to the front of her, and using her hands to stand up, she wiped them against her older brother's shirt, leading Azazel to groan at her,
"Watch yourself," Warned the Detective deeply to his baby sister, to which she smiled back at him with her signature innocence, which he couldn't help but roll his eyes at.
Raising her left arm right to the air, throwing his sword into the sheath on his hip, he regrew his wing and ascended into the air leading a stream of black feathers holding his younger sister beneath him.
Meanwhile, while Azzy was soaring above the clouds using his half-demon wing, he passed over a duo of fighters. Beau had been walking right through the horde without a care in the world, the only motive in his mind being to advance so he could reach the back. He could sense it, that overwhelming presence that made him want to puke back then when they first appeared, who else could it belong to…?
His form was that of a fiery skeleton with orange flames encircling the entirety of his soul, the wave of sun-like heat burning away any who came even remotely close to him. That, and the wave of magma rock he sent forward with just a flick of his wrist, exposed front showing lava to cut through the bodies of anyone immune, leading blood to splash into the air, not to mention intestines, hearts, lungs. All, as they entered the atmosphere and destined to decorate his body, reverting to steam as they touched against him, hissing as they made contact.
To his back, Johnson had his palms slammed right against the ground, freezing anything letting icicle spikes fly right out from below the ground to stab at anyone. Gasping in surprise as he heard more roars behind him, the ground below his feet gifted him with a spinning disc of frost that he was able to manipulate above his hands before throwing it right at the incoming enemy to slice them in half.
Flying out after cutting through the monster's flesh, Matt stuck out his hand, the tips of his fingers glowing that sky blue icy vibrancy, right eye sparking momentarily. Crystals appearing from the frozen air all around him, right as the disc was about to fly into the air, he changed its shape and molecular structure to a ball of ice hovering in the air. With icicles sticking out the ends levitating over a group of demons, all it took was a simp snap of the fingers for those frosty spikes to fly out and enter their bodies, blood squirting onto them, Matt sighed for a second pushing back his hair,
"Alright… right, crap. How'd you do, Beauuuuu-?" Searching around for his friend, Matt spotted him walking straight ahead through the crowd of roaring demons being slaughtered, charred bones and skulls littering the ground.
It was hard not to pinpoint him out from a crowd, seeing as how he was as bright as the literal sun itself. Running right after him, Johnson slid on his ice, stopping him from moving any further. While, beside him, Alex's single stomp on the ground sent a whole crowd of them flying into the air, to which Ed slid from behind and aimed his hands right at the air detonating their insides so they could explode fully.
But that wasn't it, as Whitney clapped his hands together, purple eyes turning black as the shadows behind him formed the form of this monster, he invoked with a rasp at the end of his voice,
"Jörmungandr!"
Right then and there, though it was a bit of a struggle to beckon into reality from the shadow realm, the World Serpent itself had unraveled from a portal to the nether world. Obeying Whitney like he was their father, he got right on their head, Alex stepping back with a gaping jaw, and Ed right beside him poking against the fleshy white skin of the dragon-like animal,
"Jeez, Whit," Edward said gently at the size of such a thing, it reached high into the very clouds, to where Whitney standing on the top of their head, couldn't help but laugh with his fingers pushed together in a seal,
"AHAHAHAHAHA! And you thought that any of you demons would get a chance to touch any of this shit?! This power is mine and mine alone, damned demons," Myers cried out to them all, for even Azazel and Rose in the air flying past the head of the Serpent couldn't even believe it.
Jason stopped right in his tracks, astonished by the size of such a beast, with Ryder beside him, he couldn't help but whistle. It was so amazing. Even those who didn't get the spotlight couldn't believe their very eyes, with Lynn beside Claire staring right at it, in the center of their pupils, it could only be described as stars sparkling in the darkness of the night,
"That's your guy, right?" The granddaughter of the Emperor questioned the young woman beside her, she who represented the Sun,
"Heh… yeah. Y-yeah, it is…" Sunni admitted, but the way she spoke, as if she were about to break down there.
Holding back the tears, as the Hunger stood right down casually on the top of the World Serpent there, with his black parted strands moved with the flow of the wind, she remembered her past. Her father, her mother, her sister, everyone in her family long gone, promised a future at the Academy, all those years ago, she remembered when she smashed Alex's face right into that table he was sitting at. It was faint but the single thought that ran through her head way back when… she was so ignorant and stupid,
~I hate this stupid place~
But that was almost ten years ago at this point, and now, in the here and now, right where the end seemed to be, she couldn't help but gaze at the distant sight of the man that stood by her all this time. And those at the lower portion of the Serpent, Alex with Ed, Rose in the sky cheering for her former classmate with her fist raised to the skies, everyone she was friends with- contrast to back then, the only thought running through her head at the spectacle Whitney displayed was,
~I love you… I love you all!~
The inside of the Serpent's throat crackling with energy as if about to blast right at Satan in front of them, The Devil King couldn't help but rub at their chin at the sight before them. In Norse mythology, it was said that the World Serpent's whole body had spanned the entity of Midgard, and seeing as how small it was right here to just lay on top of itself like a resting snake, it seemed as though Myers, a mere superhuman experiment, couldn't control the whole power of such beasts,
"I suppose he was right about you then. You truly are a marvelous specimen, rare in these times. Fafnir, be a good pet and take that child on top of Jörmungandr. Bring him to me,"
The Dragon that had appeared near the start of the war had now descended from above the clouds, Fafnir roaring with their mouth lit ablaze with the heat of a thousand suns. Roars as loud as a banshee's cry into the night itself, the Winged Fafnir was met with a collision, Jormungandr gaping his jaw so he could bite at their neck aiming right for it as the Dragon's descent left a stream of fire behind, monster's snout aiming downward,
"Isn't that fire gonna burn Whit…?" Rose curiously inquired of her older brother still flying around in the air with his left blackened wing extended out from his spine, to which Azazel realized… that wasn't any regular fire,
"That's Hellfire. Rose, push it back, with all you've got!" Demanded Azzy of his baby sister, the Karlos both using their free hands and sticking out their palms, sparks of Takyr flying out from the center of those pointers.
Gritting her teeth as the pain swelled up from the tips of her fingers then flowing it inside of her veins and blood, she could feel her stomach tighten, unable to stabilize the pain, seeing as how her other hand was occupied by her older brother. But, with the combined efforts of Detective Fool and his baby sister, both experienced and inexperienced, they managed to extinguish the Hellfire about to be spouted out from Fafnir's inner throat. Because of this, Jormungandr was able to sink their sharpened teeth right into the right of Fafnir's throat, muffled roars entering the scaled tiles of the Dragon's skin, Whitney took this opportunity to be rid of this threat. A hellish creature like this being their enemy, it had to perish right here, right now! Jason got rid of that incessant Titan, and now, it was his turn! His turn to make his sister proud, jumping right off the springy softness of a shadow trampoline he'd made to ascend further into the air, he flipped around, twirling in midair, before facing his front to the crown of this Beast's skull.
Arms flailing back, skin flapping with the summer wind's immense speed, Whitney slapped his fingers together, making a new hand seal. Index and pinky sticking up, middle and ring down, with his thumb touching the rest, Myers stared through that little hole, and there it was, forming right from the shadow he cast by the sun behind him,
"KON!" As the Hunger invoked that name, the shadows he spits right out formed a sort of liquid-like wolf, with a lean figure and all, it resembled the same sort of werewolf Jason had sliced through earlier, though more mobile and seemingly increasingly more intelligent.
As Kon landed onto the crown of Fafnir's skull, still struggling from being bitten by the World Serpent, the Wolf left a plentiful amount of scratches everywhere on the creature's upper body. Scales being sliced right off then entering the air to descend toward the warring battlefield below, the shadow Monster dug their hands right into their patterned skin, holding it right there, Whitney, still falling right then and there, ripped out a curved shadow blade from his palm. Spinning it from hand to hand twirling it around rapidly, Myers grunted, right before he could splat right onto their skin, he dug the sharper tip right into the summit of their Dragon enemy's head.
The edge stabbing Fafnir's brain, the Hunger couldn't help but push it in further, gritting his teeth and feeling his palms hurt as he tightened his grip against the darkened sword's handle, Whit grinned. Kon running back over to their master, they bent their head to the Hunger, getting the pet right on the head for being a good doggy. The cheers and cries from everyone below raved for the victory over Fafnir, that was until Fafnir began to disintegrate instantly. Whitney never even got to say goodbye, he barely even noticed his interdimensional ally had vanished, and that behind them, there laid the Devil King standing tall, with their hand sticking out, the rest of their cloak hiding the rest of their features. Unable to even jump back, paralyzed with fear, Satan couldn't help but step forward a little bit, now standing beside the young man with their faces to the sides of each other, standing atop the brain dead Dragon,
"It seems you've been granted the power to access the Beastial Dimension. Using shadow gateways as a medium to bring them forth into reality, you'd have to be really in tune with your feral side to bring them out. We could use someone like you for our armies, young man," Their voice sent illusions of death once more into his mind, the way their voice seemed to rasp as if speaking to a man unable to use his vocals that much, it sent chills down his very spine, forming goosebumps all over his skin.
The best he could do, with the embers of determination lighting ablaze in his very soul, was this. Twisting his waist, ripping the blade right out of Fafnir's brain matter, he hopelessly slashed at Satan's face horizontally. But… it had seemed that right before the sharpest side of the weapon could even reach their head, it had stopped like he hadn't even moved his arm at all. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that- his left arm was gone, and now as the Hellish Ruler turned, in their revealed demonic claws, they held the decaying arm of Whitney Myers himself,
"Not even Augustus or Rivera can give you back this arm now. I'd apologize about that, but I know that you're not going to come willingly. I also can't kill you, seeing as how Lucifer demanded we have you as our prize, and who am I… to let down my son?"
CRK! Flicking their fingers once again as they did earlier, controlling the wind so Whitney's chest could be pushed back by a gust of wind projected right out from their extremities. Just before he could hit the ground descending from above the clouds, Sunni jumped right from where she stood beside Claire, clutching her man close with her arms reaching out, knees covered by leggings skidding across the concrete ground painted red by the damned incarnated monsters of Hell. Now without a left arm, tiny remnants of Takyr visible to where it previously stood intact, all of the demons had been eradicated, battlefield silent with the squishes of footsteps in bloody puddles, Alex and Ed running over to Lynn as she held Myers, Rose dropping beside them all, Azzy touching his boots against the ground between the ablaze Beau waiting beside Johnson.
Every one of them staring right ahead as the Devil King, legs thudding against the ground to make it crack below their feet, landed to where they idly stood before them all at the back of the army,
"Is that all you can muster? A Beastial Dimensional Shifter that can't even whip up the fear to face the Devil? And here I thought that you lot were above the rest of the pitiful mortals that call themselves the top of the food chain. Back then, when Rivera talked to them all, every single bit of humanity that had Omni in their souls from the very beginning of time. I don't expect any of you to understand the fragility of the race you belong to, the stupidity, the ignorance, and the arrogance. Humans can be beautiful, of course, they can be kind and lift one another from their lowest pits of despair. But history shows that those events are rare and that acts of kindness are a luxury in a cruel world. Of course, life is suffering and you'll always fight through it no matter what, but what is the point of putting someone down for the sake of being rude? Demons, you see, we're born evil, we thrive off of negativity, murder, and all those sorts of things. But the savagery displayed by every single one of your beings as belonging to that of an animal. Is that truly the vision that God envisioned for His beloved humanity? None of you are innocent, you have killed, you are the sons and daughters of killers, none of you are safe from the wrath of justice.
Humans will always be self-righteous and believe that their truth is the truth everyone else should accept because everyone else is too pitiful to realize how horrible they are. Allfather is trying to change that, I can see how you don't understand it from your pea brain perspective, after all, this is what separates us demons from you monsters."
To Be Continued in Destructive Advent - Ninth Part.