Previously
The Demon God's lips opened for a second but Elm didn't let her mutter any word, immediately sending a spear that pierced past the Demon God's face, creating a hole in her face that regenerated as quickly as the hole appeared. Again, her eyes never left Willow.
However this time, she seemed to be learning of Elm's attacks, her constitution granting her the ability to never fall for the same trick twice, as her body twisted and turned, dodging every one of lightning quick spears of light Elm had been shooting at her. As Elm hugged Willow tighter, the rage in her eyes only glowered further when she saw how the Demon God simply refused to die despite her attacks. Willow knew that as the representation of evil, the Demon God wouldn't die as long as there was good in the world, only sealed as a world without evil would descend into cosmic anarchy, or so the game explained.
Elm had somehow managed to exploit a loophole, killing the Demon God once and for all in the game but that was only after she had a full party, endgame equipment, not to mention a god-slaying sword that was honestly broken to the point the devs had to rework in ten times. As she was now, despite her constitution allowing her to be on the same level as the Demon God, Elm had nowhere the experience, equipment nor state of mind to truly vanquish her.
Elm clicked her tongue. "So be it." She looked away from the Demon God for a moment, glancing at Willow to let him see how her eyes softened before she set him down, casting a light barrier around him. She would have to finish this fast.
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"Elm?" Willow muttered, seeing the barrier. It felt solid and warm to the touch, almost glass-like in it's construction. Elm simply gave him a smile before she turned to the Demon God and roared.
With a thunderous clap, Elm's form burst into a fiery light, blinding anything nearby for a split second as it felt like the literal sun had descended. The wind clapped twice, signalling the levels of speed Elm had achieved before a large explosion resounded near the area - all in the formerly mentioned, split second. After a second, the light dimmed enough for Willow to open his eyes as he saw that anything in a range of a hundred meters had been completely wiped off the map. Broken houses, trashed gardens, burnt trees and everything other than the pavement he stood on had been obliterated as if they were never there in the first place.
Of course, the first thing Willow thought about was her sister as he didn't remember her possessing an ultimate move like this, at least none that were this early into the plot. The game was now reality so it wouldn't be surprising if she had been granted a few extra skills he didn't know of, but then again, they shouldn't be on this level! As his eyes fished around the area, searching for his sister and hoping it wasn't one of those "Sacrifice Your Life" skills, the barrier around him slowly peeled open from the top until he was eventually exposed to the ozone smell and heat from his surroundings.
As he couldn't see his sister, and the Demon God at that, he didn't know how to feel nor make sense of the event. Luckily for him, he didn't have to worry any longer over his sister as he spotted her, heaving in anguish a couple meters behind him, with burnt marks all over the right side of her body.
"Elm!" Willow shouted as he hurried off to his sister. He slid beside her, quickly willing prana into his emblem as his hands glowed a pretty green. He placed his glowing hand over her heart, gently letting his skill, [Purify] wash over her as he thankfully saw some of her burn marks recede.
"What were you thinking?!" Willow went into older brother mode, cheeks puffed up in anger. In this weird world, there were a very minimum amount of people he allowed himself to be attached to. Despite being the protagonist and a literal warning to not get close, he had literally grown up beside her as her charm eventually won him over.
In his defense, he had tried immensely to ignore her adorable, emotionless golden eyes when she was a baby but of course, he failed. It wasn't his fault. Elm was just too cute as his younger sister. She always looked up at him with those cute, impassive eyes which was hard enough to resist, but when she called him Big Brother in her baby voice? By the gods, he had failed in his mission successfully.
"Why did you think exerting yourself like that was a good idea?!" Willow hissed at her. He saw how she opened her mouth to say something. "No, you shut up, young missy. You're lucky you didn't die because I would have killed you myself if you did."
"I know that doesn't make sense, but oh gods, what am I saying," Willow choked on a sob he tried so hard to hold back. "I-I'm the older one. I'm sup-supposed to be the one saving you, dummy."
Tears streamed down his cheeks when he saw how painful the burn marks looked. God, they still felt hot to the touch. She basically immolated herself in that last attack. A hard headbutt to her chest caused her to hiss in pain. Willow sniffled. "I was so worried." He rested his forehead against her breasts, listening to her heartbeat as his tears fell onto her chest.
"Don't ever do that again," Willow sobbed. "You hear me?"
When he didn't hear anything, he asked again. "You there?" Again, no response. "Um. . .this is the part where you say, you agree, dummy."
Willow felt something was wrong. No matter how unresponsive his sister could be sometimes, she wasn't someone to completely ignore him like this. As he peeked from her embrace, he realized that Elm seemed to be frozen in place, along with his surroundings. Whoever froze time did a wonderful job of capturing Elm's expression just nearly bursting in anger, eyebrows raised, nostrils flared with clenched jaws. Fortunately for Willow, he didn't have to wonder who had frozen in time as he looked in the direction Elm was watching and saw to his dismay, none other than a rapidly regenerating Demon God.
Her aura of blood and darkness molded around her, tentacles of hell quickly working overtime so as to craft her vital organs, then her skeletal frame, then her flesh before finishing it's last touches by giving her skin. It wasn't long until a fully alive and seductively beautiful Demon God was back on his ass.
"Yo-?!" Before he could speak, the Demon God appeared in front of him in a flash, ripping him away from the protective arms of his sister and taking him back to where he belonged - the cold embrace of the personification of death herself.
"Mmprh!" One of her cold tentacles had wrapped itself around his lips, before detaching itself from the main body as a thin slab of tentacle wriggled above his lips, acting as a replacement for duct tape. His body hung above ground as she practically man-handled him, carrying him like he weighed nothing.
She didn't even spare a glance at the frozen Celestial Hero beside her, fully focusing on Willow who was thrashing around in her arms, trying to wriggle his body free. But a gentle palm to the sides of his face stopped him, freezing him in place just like his sister.
"Beautiful," She whispered, caressing his face gently like a fragile piece of glass. Willow nearly blushed at the compliment but he remembered the person giving him the compliment was intent on consummating their love, or raping him in layman's terms. Not to mention, she was responsible for everything wrong with the world. Literally.
Willow tried to think of his options. He really didn't know why but the world didn't like his plans of retiring to the countryside and was now doing whatever it could to bite him in the ass. An idea - well, a thought really - came up.
He searched for the little prana he had left in his body and willed it to coalesce around his hands, sparking two bright flashes of light into existence. As quick as he could, Willow grabbed onto the two trunk-like arms holding onto him and with but a thought, he expended every last bit of prana and attempted to burn her evil body with [Purify].
The Demon God immediately screamed in response, letting him free as he rushed to his sister and - Was what was supposed to happen but in reality, his [Purify] light had been snuffed out like little candle-flames when they came into contact with the skin of her arms.
The both of them looked at what happened with a mixture of emotions - one looked at it with shock and fear while the other looked at it with curiosity, wondering if something happened.
Fuck. Willow didn't think it would work but did it really have to show such a pathetic side like that? His sister had shot out holy lights in the form of spears and swords - hell, she had even shot out lasers - and here he was, with a birthday candle's worth of holy light.
Time for Plan B. Beads of sweat rolled down Willow's temples. Shit, he had forgotten to make a plan B.
"You tried to hurt me?" The Demon God said, unbelievingly. A snarl worked up her throat. "You - my beloved - dares try to hurt me?!"