"It seems I'm not the only one who has this place targeted."
Baal beat his wings and lifted himself further into the air.
He spreads his arms wide and large chunks of magma begin to form.
He points towards me and they target me, flying at high speeds to burn me alive.
I jump from the spire onto the first chunk and begin jumping between them, using them as footholds to crawl up to him.
As I reach him he swings his fist at me.
Using my free hand I push up from his outstretched arm and swing my scythe towards his neck, only for the blade to crack upon contact.
I push of his chest to gain distance before launching a ball of fire that rivals the sun towards him.
Baal simply swats this away and smiles at me.
He's just toying with me.
I guess I'lll have to do that.
I let magic flow through my body and into my muscles enhancing my speed and power.
I push off the tower of the castle, shattering it to pieces.
The speed almost caught Baal by surprise and he made to grab my arm to stop me, only to pass straight through.
He fell for the illusion.
I swing towards his back after teleporting behind him.
My scythe shatters upon impact, but not before leaving a scratch on his wings.
I catch the pieces of the blade with wind magic and launch them towards him, only for them to bounce off harmlessly.
He spins around and grabs me by the throat. He brings his arm back to deliver a fatal blow to my chest.
I grip his arm and channel lightning into his body with a loud clap of thunder. I failed to deal any real damage but I did stun him long enough to kick off again.
Blood begins to drip from my ears preventing me from hearing anything.
I can't win this fight, but if I keep trying maybe he'll get bored and go home.
He begins to throw magma again.
Just like before I jump between the attacks, using them as foot holds.
He keeps on forming them above him as I jump between them, his eyes tracking me.
From my current position I should be blocking the sun from his eys.
I can see a projectile off to the side and jump to it, causing the sun to hit his eyes and blind him.
He's let his guard down.
My body is jerked back as my arm is caught.
What the hell, when did that happen?
Baal turns me round to face him.
"Well, its been fun but I've got a life to live."
He plunges his arm through my chest and rips something out, crushing it in my hand.
I begin to fall in slow motion, everything's so quiet.
I see a woman screaming from the back of a dragon, her allies desperately trying to hold her back.
People are fighting hordes of monsters below me, a woman throwing out bursts of black fire and a man tearing surviving monsters apart with his bare hands.
Black spots appear, clouding my vision and everything goes cold.
I hit a solid stone floor, barely visible in the black emptiness that surrounds me.
"You really haven't changed have you?"
I turn to see a man with missing chunks of flesh all across his body, red blood vessels and rotting muscle still connecting the pieces of his body together. The skin he had was blackened, like a burnt corpse. Parts of his body were seemingly out of place, and his face was missing, leaving wiry black hair just sat on top a heap of blood.
"What the hell are you?"
"I am you and you are me. We are James Brown."
"No, I'm not you! I'm not... you."
James reaches out his arm towards me. Nothing was there except a few strands of muscle and blood.
"You must accept me, Amon."
"Leave me alone!"
I turn my back on James and the ground beneath me shatters and I'm falling again.
This time through something that can't be described with words. There's not time or space, its not light or dark. Everything seems both random and chaotic yet at the same time, planned and orderly.
"So this is Zagreus's pawn in that world, how disappointing, I expected more from you, although it doesn't appear to be over quite yet."
Where the hell is that voice coming from?
"Very well, I'll play along with your little game Zagreus, after all, I have my own pawns to play with. Lets see which ones will come on top in this battle."
A great booming laughter echoed throughout my body as everything turned black once more.
A few rain drops hit my face washing away the blood that was starting to pool around me.
I drag myself to my feet and tear off my tattered shirt and cloak.
I still can't hear anything.
That demon's still here, he's preparing to attack that black dragon.
I was fighting him, but why?
Never mind that, now's my chance to escape while he's distracted.
I appear in front of the black dragon with an outstretched hand and stop the attack.
What? I was supposed to escape while he was distracted. Why the hell am I still here?
Swirling blue magic energy formed around my arm, stretching over the broken shaft of metal in my hand.
I bring my arm back and throw the shaft like a javelin, piercing through an open wound on the demon's wing, tearing it to pieces.
It falls from the sky just barely stabilising itself before hitting the ground.
I turn back to see the people on the back slowly getting further and further away.
One of them is saying something but I can't make it out.
I move to check my stats, I don't know why, it just feels right.
[Name: Amon Britannia
Race: Ghost
Level: 2023
Strength: Immeasurable
Speed: Immeasurable
Magic: Immeasurable
Dexterity: Immeasurable
Intelligence: Immeasurable
Luck: 250
Skills: God's appraisal, God's status concealment, Ancient Magic (X), Skill creation, Weapon master (X), Evil eye (X), teleportation (X) future sight (X) Extreme Will (X) Space manipulation (X) magic manipulation (X) mind manipulation (X) time manipulation (X) Item creation (X) revival (I) regeneration (X) Item Box, poison immunity, paralysis immunity, curse immunity, sleep resistance, drug immunity, disease immunity, advanced senses, battle adjustment.
Race Skills: Soul steal, Phase, invisibility, flight, reformation, transformation
Title's: The First Other Worlder, Other Worlder, Champion of Life and Death, Dragon Slayer, Master of the Universe]
[Soul steal: the ghost's ability to steal the powers, stats and skills of a defeated enemy.
Phase: the ghost's ability to phase through objects.
Invisibilty: the ghost's ability to turn invisible.
Flight: the ghost's ability to fly.
Reformation: the ghost's ability to reform their body and mind from any attack by a non-divine/demonic entity.
Transformation: the ghost's ability to transform their body to gain the attributes of an absorbed entity.]
I can really feel the effects of reformation beginning to fix my hearing and my damaged mind, though it'll take a while to be completely restored.
Well, Baal, the real battle starts now.