Martha swung her sword with full force, sending a gust of fire at the daemon. The daemon blocked the flame, burning its arms as it charged ahead. Thrusting its fist, it struck her shoulder, dodging her sword and striking her arm. Martha swung her blade down, cracking the earth and cutting the daemon. The daemon's arm hang on a thread, flailing about.
Charging ahead, the daemon swung its arm at her. Martha charged in ahead, hitting the arm out of the way as she moved its head to avoid the its other arm. She spat out saliva as she received the full force of the daemon's knee to her stomach. The daemon rushed at her, kicking the blade out of her arm and kicking her again in the stomach. Martha got rammed into a nearby tree, receiving a kick to the face as she tried to get up.
[Greed reaches out for everything. Gluttony consumes everything. Envy covets everything, Sloth does nothing, Lust drives everything. It is only Pride and Wrath that does a greater harm to the self. While pride exalts the self, Wrath consumes it until there is nothing left. The feeling that drives every other emotion out of the way to stand alone. It is frightening. Yet Beautiful.]
"Someone must have really pissed you off." Martha said with a smile on her face. The daemon looked at her, with veins popping up on its head.
[Your wrath...where is it?]
"Dunno." Martha said, "You tell me."
The daemon charged at her, throwing its fists at her. Martha parried the left and dodge the right, punching it in the chest and giving it an uppercut. The daemon staggered back, being kicked back by Martha, though it still did not fall. Martha rushed at the daemon, as if to push it to the ground. The daemon stood its ground, ready to block whatever she threw at him. Martha, however, had other plans. She zipped past the daemon, rushing towards her sword. The daemon turned around swiftly, charging up a vestorer and firing it at her. Martha moved out of the way, kicking dust up in the air. Running up a tree, she propelled herself to the air, jumping over the daemon and kicking it in the back of its head, slamming it to the ground. Blue sparks, like electricity, appeared all over the daemon as its size slowly began to shrink. The blue sparks slowly turned to red as it charged up a vestorer and fired it haphazardly around. Martha weaved her way through the vestorers, reaching the edge of the crater. A vestorer had unfortunately torn a hole in her right shoulder.
"I watched my mom die when I was pretty young. Then my dad was sent to Tartarus and later executed. My brother, died shortly after."
[I care nothing about grief.] The daemon said, [Show it to me! Your rage!]
"I joined the inquisition, made friends, only to lose them. Garm, Rosette, Persia, Malcolm, Barry, Aaron, Rebecca. All dead." Martha sighed as she held out her hand. A small blue flame danced on her palm. "I always thought I was angry. That it was anger that drove me. So I moved forward. Over and over and over again. I looked at the world with hate for everything, when in fact I was angry at things I had no control over. I didn't choose this life, But I chose to stay in it, even when I was giving a chance to leave. But rather than accepting to truly live in it, I danced on the edges, straying away, refusing to shed tears,"
[You're beginning to bore me.]
Martha smiled, looking up at the daemon with tears streaming down her eyes. "I'm done running away from my grief. I choose to embrace it."
Closing her palm, the blue flame begun to engulf it. Slowly, blue flames began to emerge all over the crater. The daemon realized to late. All the moving around she had been doing, she had been channeling her energy around. Like creating a licht weapon.
"Licht Flamme; Grievances of the lonely Damsel"
The flames all rose up turning into small balls of flames barraging in the daemon, like the rain in the cold autumn. The corpse of the daemon fell to the ground, its eyes focused on her.
[Your tears are filled with wrath. Just like mine]
Martha stepped on the head, crushing it. "They're filled with sorrow. You just didn't know the difference." Martha, stood still for awhile, looking up at the dark sky, wiping her eyes as she turned to face Kyler. Kyler looked at her, traces of relief on his face. He smiled, opening his arms. She walked up to him, falling into his arms, pushing both of them to the ground, shaking violently as she cried silently. Kyler, placed a hand on her head. The two remained that way until Martha fell asleep.
The cold wind rustled Alyssa Zola's hair as she sat patiently, looking up at the skies. She had counted at least 59 of them, before giving up, tapping her feet on the sand of the beach. A sight like this was meant to be relished, giving that it wasn't everyday one saw the stars in the sky.
[m...me...me...mercy]
"Ah..." Alyssa snapped, "I forgot you were here."
[N...n...no...mo...re]
"What was that? I couldn't hear you." Alyssa said, standing up from the daemon's corpse. "You know for a sin of Envy, you are so disappointing. I have fought daemon in their first breaths of life smarter than you."
The sin tried to crawl away but failed as its black blood oozed out more from its eyes and mouth. It died in a matter of seconds, its head in the sand.
"As expected of the Second in command of the Inquisition" A voice said. Alyssa didn't look at the figure, her eyes focused on the water. The hooded figure slowly reached for a device from its long cloak and threw it into the water. After a long 5 to 10 minutes, there was an explosion, splashing water all over.
"Great." Alyssa said, "Thanks a lot."
"I deeply apologize." The hooded figure said, "I was simply following the instructions of the Ragnarok Society."
"Glad to see that you guys are helping in their own way." Alyssa said sarcastically. The figure bowed, poking the air. A black dot appeared and enlarged into a doorway.
"Oh, and one more thing." Alyssa said. The figure turned to face her.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Though you might be helping us close these portals, be warned. Edgar is most likely in the daemon dimension. I've already looked into that mechanical mind of yours and I have had glimpse of your intentions. If he doesn't come back, you are dead."
The wind blew swiftly, removing the hood of the figure, revealing a metal face with a purple visor for eyes.
|I'll try my best not to check, Ms. Zola.|