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"Your mortal coil could regenerate against the world eater poison, in the time it took you to discard it, your regeneration stops for exactly a single moment.
You've lost." (Demorami)
"Hmpf." (Geravinne Frildelia)
Her spiritual body began to turn into flowing ash, dispersing into the background and vanishing out of sight. Finally... Her soul was completely gone.
"That single moment was enough. This body that I know like no other, I could replicate it as easily as breathing." (Geravinne Frildelia)
'Before destruction, there must be creation. If Arasovi sits at the pinnacle of destruction, then perhaps there would be a hint for a similar summit of creation.
Something that could bring her back.' (Geravinne Frildelia)
"That's why... I'll win." (Geravinne Frildelia)
To see her again. She cannot meet her or even witness her any longer, but perhaps... If she could beg fate... She could still bring her back into this world at the cost of her own life. It was the simplest and easiest solution. Though that didn't make the task any easier to accomplish in reality. A simple wish, a yearning. That's all it will be, so she presses her all into her work. As of now, her duty was to eliminate Demorami.
Another body appears behind Demorami, she no longer knew ho many bodies there were... This was the opposite of how cloning magic usually worked, many magical girls could increase their own numbers at the cost of their individual ability, but Geravinne Frildelia's clones became stronger than she was instead. The next clone was always stronger, and she would always be one step ahead as they multiplied. The most recent clone appeared before Demorami, her face unfazed by the world eater. They had been replicated outside the poison, unaffected. Demorami could always conjure more with her skill, but that would never be the end of it.
"Authority over heaven, [Overthrone blessed the core -Geravinne-]." (Geravinne Frildelia)
The colour of your soul, what do you see reflected in those iris? Frildelia. Only Frildelia.
One of the clones strike as they were brought into being, slamming her leg down from the air into Demorami's head. Demorami leaps to a different location, only to be met with a fist into her arm. She runs away once more, attempting to create more distance. But each and every time, the other Dragon God clones assess the situation and create the next clone in the most appropriate location. Another clone slammed her fist into Demorami's other arm, shattering the bones within into a fine powder.
Unable to run, a few more clones materialised to attack Demorami. Their fists, hand blades and legs strike relentlessly, some im paling her flesh to draw fresh blood. A beam of light explodes right on Demorami, swallowing everyone up. It was 'dragon breath', an energy beam akin to the world eater poison in function, using the world itself to blend and scramble around, eroding anything it comes across. Her flesh was stripped and her soul splintered.
"[Overwrite]." (Demorami)
An orb explodes right at her waist, as if her body became a black hole, it sucked out flesh, blood and an undientifiable prismatic substance. The explosion was enough to burn the portions of the clones facing it, searing their flesh off and blowing them away with shock waves. The last bit to cover Demorami was her combat dress as a viscous undefined construct of endless colours floated around her.
"[Overwrite] overdrive - the wish of a myth." (Demorami)
To exist, to eat up, to consume all, the impetus for her second skill to be born. The original demon, the first lore, Sanguinary literature. It is formless, yet visible. It has no shape, but envelopes all there is. It takes over the grain of the world's edge, colouring everything in itself. It replaces the world itself, so-
"Oblivion Magia - Pernicious draconic preeminence." (Geravinne Frildelia)
Strips of black stretch in all directions, followed by a neon blue background covering the kaleidoscope like sky caused by Demorami's skill. An Oblivion Magia, a declaration of sovereignty via magical particles, overturning space and time to grace every inch of the world with their own presence. What did it mean for Gaia to declare her authority here? For the earth itself to once more envelop the space with their own world, in a way it was like a world creating its own world.
They already have control over everything, authority is already present... So what was the point? In other words, this is just a show of power, arrogance via superiority. That is the concept flowing through this dimension, surpassing and trascending for the sake of oppressing any other being in existence. A deliberate act of covering the opponent's new world with her own, blocking out its rules and magic. Her Oblivion Magia is unique in that it would overpower any other environment in this manner.
Demorami began to float, before she was launched far into the sky. Ethereal wings spread from Geravinne Frildelia's back, with no membrane it consisted only of taut and streamlined spikes, like a ghastly apparition of floating spines. She flew past Demorami and brought her fists down, bunched together like a club, splitting Demorami in half as her body continued to fly into the air severed... Demorami splits further into numerous parts, her body was no longer flesh coloured, as if her gemstone like hair had converted the rest of her body's texture into crystals.
Hardened crystals that shot through the air like tentacles, flying past space and time to reach their fated destination. The crystals spread throughout Geravinne Frildelia's Oblivion Magia, form a interconnected complex of webs. There was no more space it was physically impossible to slip through every opening at once.
"Do you understand the consequences? The natural end result of challenging my land? The sole bearer of life. It isn't the sun, nor is it the titan Atlas. It's me.
Ultrafiltration - Oblivion Magia - pinnacle of arrogance." (Geravinne Frildelia)
The first of its kind, a multilayered Oblivion Magia, in fact she could deploy it as much as she wanted. Black stripes originating from her body split into every direction, followed by a background of pale blue. Just as her technique was named, it filtered out whatever concurrently existed outside and only brought in its essential target, even going as far as to grant it a convenient form... The crystals... All of it, ha now been converted back to the usual humanoid figure of Demorami.
She was also able to leave the world eater poison outside... Effectively removing it from her own body.
"... I am not without options, in fact we've just been running away each other's skills this whole time. I can still keep trying.
The end of a distant dream, yearning of myth and those to be. Forgive me naught for wishing, sanguinary literature. [Overwrite]. " (Demorami)
Holding power over the same concept via a different perspective. Geravinne Frildelia grasped the sanguinary literature as the primordial existence, the origin of lore and history, one could say she was the more authentic article. Demorami grasped it as the writer of the world, the one to paint the canvas from scratch, weaving hymn from hymn to the very end. Both their powers involved taking over the other, subsuming their opponent.
In this unique circumstance... Their territories clash without a distinct victor. The only one to ever match up with the other in many universes, they happened to meet here. This must have been the intent behind Ledia's summoning. The criteria that decided the Dragon God was the most worthy ally... To think that she chose to fight Demorami on her own... To think that everyone chose the right opponent to fight by themselves, how far into fate did Ledia's skill read?
"Tch! To think dominance was a common trait. Whatever, my victory will speak for me." (Geravinne Frildelia)
***(?)
"Where are you? Could you see me? Are you near me...?
It's... Frighteningly cold, but my heart feels warm... Is this your skill? Fufu, I'm glad. I'm glad I could save you." (Frildelia)
"..." (?)
For ? , this was an avoidable outcome. A shameful regret, and the loss of her loved one. Her closest friend and family... Perhaps the world wasn't kind to her, but Frildelia was. Giving the world to Frildelia, maybe that was the only gift she thought was worthy enough for Frildelia. For a flower like Frildelia, losing her was a lot for the world. Someone who was so kind, someone who had taken over the title of 'Gaia', yet sympathised enough to live with us commoners.
Even if Frildelia had given ? everything, if it meant that Frildelia would die... Then she shouldn't have been saved. If only Frildelia had been perched high up in some ivory tower, none of this would have come into being, if only... Frildelia wasn't kind... Just what did she saw in ?...? She bashed her hands into the ground, without stopping her magic from flowing into Frildelia. Her tears has long coated her face into a sloppy mess, droplets occasionally splashed onto Frildelia's fair skin.
"... These warm tears, Fufu I don't think I've made a mistake at all. If it's for you, it was worth it. Nothing could change my mind.
That's why... Please enjoy life in my stead. Use this power however you want, plunge the world into chaos for all I care. After all, this world isn't worth it without you. You're above it all, live to your hearts content...
Though, knowing you, I doubt you would do anything malicious. Maybe I'm too bias... Because all I see is the good. " (Frildelia)
Her platinum blond hair was sprawled all over the ground, stretching into every corner of the ground like a vast carpet. Her skin was paler than a corpse, her eyes ceased to function as her life force withered away. Her divine immortality has already faded away, her thoughts swirled incomprehensibly, drawing on the last drops of wisdom to formulate her words.
" Ugh... Why... I... I don't know if I can live without you... I... " (?)
" You couldn't even live with me around, Geravinne. It's okay, I've had my fill, I'm exhausted. I'm just retiring. I'm going on ahead, goodbye." (Frildelia)
This was her answer. A tiny bit of hope lay beyond the realm of the living. There was an out of place rumour back in the distant past, that if they loved each other hard enough maybe they would meet in the next life. Completely unplausible. Naught but a hint of any veracity.
" Bye... See you on the other side... Someday... " (Geravinne)
Was it a promise? Or a shallow lie to make herself feel better. Geravinne couldn't tell herself. Her black hair was steeped in crusted dried blood. She was exhausted, wrung dry of any stamina. She stretched her hands into Frildelia, the skin over them glowed so blindingly that she couldn't see a thing.
***(Present)
Naturally, Geravinne was piloting that body now. Her once family, the only source of warmth in her life, Frildelia. There were some more obstacles after everything that happened, but she crossed the bridges when she came to it, growing into the being that she was now. She reinforced the ban of religion in her reign, well, all beliefs except for that which is in her. She was the only god. With no opposing beliefs, there is no cult.
She wiped out every cult in the Illnoia Administration through sheer violence. She was capable of such, creating a clone at every location. Frildelia was caught in unfortunate circumstances, a spider web that spanned a few thousand years. She inadvertently dragged Geravinne in, though Geravinne never blamed her for it. A safe and normal life... In the end it was out of reach. So she felt that this was the necessary price, sacrificing normality and blood.
Anti-god, anti divine armaments abound, she had gained complete resistance to such petty instruments. With complete resistance against any conceptual weakness, only something that could effectively erode at anything that exists was barely capable enough to remotely hurt her. She wouldn't even be able to feel an attack from an S grade without them opening their Oblivion Magias and launching conceptual attacks. Attacks that ignored logic and rationality, bordering on the divine.
Naturally, any action taken by a God is divine and holy. So other God magical girls could damage her with simple punches and kicks, though it was a different story for their magic. The Dragon God was pretty much invincible against even magic from other God magical girl's and specialised in fighting physically, the only way to defeat her was through hyperspecific and professional violence.
"What the hell... Would Arasovi's [Destruction] even work on her...?" (Demorami)
Ignoring her opponent's soft mumbling, Geravinne Frildelia struck. In a single moment Demorami was impaled multiple times before she was sent flying.