"Oi, been a while, hasn't it?"
"Seriously? You're stilll able walk?"
"Seriously SERIOUSLY! Hah, it's like I'm fucking brand new, isn't it? Now, why don't I show you... what I learned taking that nap you gave me?" Retorted August back at Lucifer, tapping the side of his tan-skinned head with his thumb.
Pushing up his hair that hid the bruise been cursed amid their earlier spat, it had been regenerated, now a scar, healed by the emerald hue of life energy. Shrinking his pupils, the Prince couldn't help but nervously laugh, beholding this very scenery,
"Life energy, huh! Isn't that a pain in the ass?" Lucifer strongly said at the observation before him, grinning, turning his body, pressing his weight onto his left foot,
"AHAH! I guess you get it already, don'tcha? Ya know, when I first found out I had this power, way back when I was an adolescent brat, I thought of the ability as just a support system; healing energy! But it's... so so so SO much more than that! When you 'killed' me, I was sent to the Void where I conversed with my other self, just like Alex has the Truth and Dad's got that gloomy cunt, my guy was Death Itself, ISN'T THAT IRONIC?! HAHA!" Ferally yelled the Reaper in astonishment, eyes pointed upward...
~Babblin'! I'll kill him before he could even finish this monologue!~ Morningstar conceived silently in his brain murderously.
Lucifer dug his clawed pointer into his skin, drawing blood; squirting out his insides, he conformed a demonic trident shining in the sunlight, aiming the prongs right ahead over his wrist's back, right at August's chest. Preparing to stab him right then and there, Rivera kept going, flapping his lips and moving his mouth without a care in the world,
"Life energy is born from the living soul, and therefore, can be applied throughout any inanimate thing or existing creature. It can bring life to nonliving things, turn them into animals, flowers, and it can even grow out life to whatever nature I fucking want it to! But that's just what's known about it! Ya see; the one person I love that knows about this is busy right now, so I could never learn more about it while I had him here. Death taught me... about the differences of death between life, the core of negative and positive energies! Negative energy is born from hate, the same as Takyr, and positive energy can be born from love, the same as Omni! Ain't that just a bitch? AHAHAHA! I imbued life energy into my vein and soul, keeping it up continuously inside of me, I learned that with my innate ability, I could manipulate it. You're... already dead, hehe!" The Reaper spoke out bluntly about his new teachings.
But right before he could make out the Prince's afterimage, he registered the incoming overhead stab, giggling at the wondrous above- flipping back, skipping his bottoms. Floating backward, he twisted his figure, hovering upside down, Lucifer slicing apart the smoky cloud around himself, a sinister grin painted over his cut lips. Bwooommm... The glowing white in the shade as it illuminated from the tips of his index-middle fingers, the same tint as his locks, the Requiem Reaper smirked sinisterly,
~That face...~
Life energy born out from that continually beating heart beneath his fleshy chest, flowing out from his soul to the all-powerful Requiem: Peace of Mind technique carved into himself, he lit the tips of his dual fingers with something anew. The Horned Beast sweating from the pores hidden beneath his crimson skin, Rivera's starry Eternal Sight channeled life energy throughout his brains. Chopped out newly from his veins running that blood to his central organ, there existed a fashionable technique by the way he breathed so carefully yet calmly.
Living Technique Reversion: Eternal.
FWOOOOOSHH!!! Went Lucifer's figure, flown above, soles touching off the pebbled ground, smashing right through the walls- chunk descending as his back slammed against it. Spine snapping in twain as his body thrashed on the wall, sporadically moving without a falter, adrift in these chaotic winds, unable to control his flight, BOOM! Fists together, knuckles colliding with the crown of the Demon's head, that horrible enemy was fated to smash against the ground. Quickly falling to the platform beneath his anatomy, the Reaper above giggled quietly with a vicious snigger over his pink lips, green with red lightning bolts jumping off his attire, he zoomed right downward. Within milliseconds, as time began to slow, Augustus hovered beside the collapse of this villain, descent downward, he clenched his fist, knuckles ablaze...
SLAM! Her hand went as it connected into his gut, mining into his hardened skin, he heard the CRKKK as he broke four of this damned soul's ribs. Intercepting the intended ascension, August warped rapidly. Following that punch to the stomach, there was an elbow to the back, then a kick to the side of the face, detaching Luci's jaw, the Requiem Reaper felt the tips of his toes snap against the Devil Prince's,
"AHAHAHAHA!" Maniacally chortled Aug.
Vocalization entering the atmosphere, the Death Reaper of Life watched as his diabolical assaulter bounced from wall to wall intensely, rubble flying right off, Lucifer eventually hit the ground. One of the trapped raised their hand to block their features from the incoming debris, blown back by the shockwave, he dug the tip of his darkened katana into the ground. Without sinking, he kept his posture straight, and as the smoke cleared, the face of the Fool Detective was visible from the shine of the sun against his white skin.
Azazel didn't have a single ounce of surprise written out on his face, instead, the Fool spat out the corner of his mouth, metallic sharpness at the end of the grip he held unleashing a shiny gleam. In the summer afternoon, Karlo branded his Crow with one hand, and another forming a single hand sign, Lucifer.... rose. From the chimeras of that broken body his soul was trapped within, muscular shape shining in the sunlight solely illuminating only him, the Prince of Hell's eyelids shut over his Four Eyes,
"KARLO! I'll... ehehe~ I need you! Come to Daddy, KARLO!" Desperately cried out Lucifer to Azazel to his front.
Pouncing ahead, feet bouncing from wall to wall like a bloodthirsty animal, now-red eyes darting side to side inside his eyeballs, the Detective cackled loudly. Ryder Karlo, his very own father, had been injected with the Superior's demonic blood gifted by the Key to Hell, and because of that, he could manipulate negative emotions to the demonic Takyr energy. Chaotic movements, chaotic energy? Easy! SQUELCH! At just the right moment, the front of the blade had sliced right at the side of Lucifer's neck, squirting blood out immediately, Karlo stabbed the deeper length of the edged blade in his demonic opponent's throat, the other half sticking out the right. A second after he'd done that, he slammed Lucifer to the ground by his throat... before an altogether stream of Hellfire flew out from his Four Eyes. Prince beneath the Detective, the latter of the fighters had barely turned his head to dodge the attack, feeling a tiny whisp of burnt beard hair entering the air, Azazel flipped back twirling right in mid-air.
"To me," Called Azzy to his blackened katana.
Fingers out in the air, beckoning it to his bound soul by their binding vow. As someone said in the past, those kinds of chains were formed by oneself unto oneself, so no one could intervene with a contract between something like a Devil and a damned human. And yet, right as it tore out from the Fallen's throat, his claws had grasped onto the grip, as opposed to the pointed tip aimed at Azazel's chest. Wobbling amid the blazing summer winds,
"AHAHAHA!" Nervously cackled Azazel, the psychotic demonizing vigor still flowing through his veins, there was no... controlling this side of him,
Living Technique Eternal: Infinite.
Lucifer's telekinetic hold on the Blackened Blade slipped, just as he'd hoped... PING! From the beginning it had flicked out from his ethereal grip, Morningstar sensed something off. That was because that the tip of this blade had been stopped. Akin to the paradox of Achilles and the tortoise, that sword would never reach the truth, just as Achilles would never reach. A finite space stretched out infinitely in a singular space, not only was Azazel shocked, but so was Lucifer, but this time, not even with a grin. As opposed to earlier when he spotted the Reaper reappeared, this time, you could tell he was distressed, what with his parted lips, sweating face; there was but only one emotion visible. Fear.
Tap. Went his covered feet as they brushed against the ground beside his Detective partner, hand grabbing onto his shoulder, Karlo turned his head... there wasn't anything there, no crazy smirk, instead, it was a friendly smile, with glowing eyes, the stars in both pupils shining into his azure orbs,
"Thought you could use some help... partner," August lovingly greeted his best friend with a hand gently rested on his left shoulder.
"Heh, thanks. Now, you and me, let's do this piece of shit a favor," Azazel yanked his sword from the air to his front, spinning it around so the blood would fly off then clean the tip.
Branding his weapon with his left, the Crow gauntlet peeled over his right, extending out further from just his hand, enveloping his arm as it slid upright to his whole limb, Azazel's eyes now differentiated in color to mock his rival beside him. Left one red and the right one blue, August simply dug into his pockets, revealing his shaded pair of sunglasses, pushing them over his eyes so the arms could rest against his bronzed ears, the Reaper pushed them down just a bit, so the duo of Reaper and Detective could say at the same time,
"AND KILL HIM!"
To Be Continued!