The palace was just a leap away from him. He laughed from satisfaction. Just when he was about to leap to what he called the beginning of his victory, long golden ropes wrapped around him firmly holding him in place. A frown settled on his face as he tried to push his way through it, but the ropes only tightened round him the more he struggled. Annoyed, he tried to teleport but found he could not do that either. ''What the." He hissed with a deep frown on his face. He halted in his struggle to the sight of Queen Tania pointing her majestic wand at him. Her clothes was now far from its former glory with a few parts torn and looking all muddy. The corners of her lips were bleeding. A spell fled her lips and a yellowish glow raced towards him but the boy somehow managed to leap away just in time, allowing the glow to strike into the large door of the palace. A dent was instantly created in it.
Eliot stared at the dent for a moment and shut his eyes tight with his teeth grazing against each other as he tried to forcefully break free from the ropes. A few seconds later, the whips began to dissolve into a liquid form, pooling down below him. His loud cry sounded as he broke the ropes and towered over the black pool below him with a sinister look over his face. Tania was left astound at the view of the giant's arms looking bloody with the flesh on it looking all eaten up. Eliot hissed and threw his arms about in a series of patterns, causing the liquid below him to rise high and form tentacles behind him. He threw his arm and the tentacles followed after, racing towards the queen. Tania quickly mouthed a spell, materialized herself behind him, and sent a blow to the giant's back. The unexpected attack landed into the center of the tentacles and threw the boy to the ground with a loud thud. Taking advantage of the situation, Tania continued to throw more spells his way. Eliot rose, staggering through the attacks with blood seeping off the several cuts made on his body. He cried loudly in agony. His reddened eyes laid on the queen in contempt and threw attacks her way as well. The duo were now caught in a fight of spells of contrasting effects. The prince was beginning to lose patience. He shrank himself to an average height again and threw his arms about in a strange pattern, then, the black liquid from earlier started crawling about on the ground to his side.
Once in his reach, he snarled and raised his arms high causing over fifty blades to form behind him. At that moment, he looked like the devil himself rooted in the center of a million blades with blood trialing all over his body. "Ah!" He cried aloud and threw his arms forward. The blades abruptly sped towards the queen. Tania knew what was heading her way- she was panting heavily with her wand firmly clutched in her hand. She was greatly weakened by the fight with both sweat and blood dripping off her face. The fight had gotten to a dire moment, where she knew she might not make it out alive. Her heavy eyes rested on the approaching attack and folded her palms with her eyes closed as she chanted an old native spell. Just at the exact moment of the impact, she threw her arms wide apart and a gust of strong wind met the blades. The force of the impact sent both she and Eliot flying away in opposite direction. The queen wore a light smile as she saw Eliot being blown away while she crashed into a small lagoon far off from the palace. Her eyes closed just before she weakly landed into the water and sank into it.
Lord Asmodeus at this moment was left weakened and numb in his lower body. He was in despair. This was his entire fault. He concluded in his drowsy state. None of this would have happened if he had just not listened to his heart.
When Eliot was blown away by the strong gust of wind, he had crashed into the ground far off in the distance where some soldiers there took advantage of the situation and began to attack him. They punched, kicked and spat on him as he lay in a dent with more blood spewing from his mouth. This was an excellent opportunity for them to seek vengeance. Eliot's gaze was fixed to the sky with more and more pain being inflicted on him. He groaned, coughed and grunted in pain at the mercy of the faes beating the hell out of him. The dark energy that was once fueling the rogues and undead was now beginning to fade out, thus, giving the faes an upper hand in the fight. They roared and fought in full vigor at the smell of victory up ahead.
The sky rumbled in contempt, destruction greedily eating the once glorious kingdom, the pained cries of both children and mothers filling the air, a bloodbath and massacre reigning in supremacy. Rufus, Mehmed and Axia could now be seen matching towards the soldiers administering their torture to the devil. Rufus let a green glow encase him, toning his complexion until he was now very pale with green veins pulsating off his arms while his irises turned dark and huge than normal. Axia hovered in the air with a light encasing her, making her look like a lighted bulb. The glow around her made it difficult for one to look at her. It was safe to say her appearance made looking at her quite piercing for the eyes. The demon king on the other hand had his nails and hair elongated with his pupils enlarged and reddened while fire blazed at his fingertips.
Eliot by now had in some way managed to flee from the soldiers. He stood limply by a building resting his left hand on the wall while blood oozed from his head. He was panting heavily. His gaze landed on the approaching trio and a frown formed on his face. He thought he had gotten rid of them at least. He snarled and positioned himself to stand firmly. It was evident his great display earlier had taken a toll on him for he was greatly weakened now. His heavy pants filled his ears as he prepared himself for another big fight.
These people were going to stop at nothing until they finished him off completely. He thought of teleporting home or somewhere but his energy was low. It was only sufficient to teleport him short distances, which meant if he ever wanted to leave the kingdom, he would have to teleport from one point to anther until he got to the gate- but the gate was not an option. The faes there would not make it easy for him. He could not increase in height anymore. If he wanted to, then that would mean giving up the energy powering his remaining rogues and undead for it. As at that moment, they were the only ones left standing that could help him. He could not possibly fight these trio and then the fae soldiers as well. For once, Eliot felt cornered and defeated.
Everything was going on well, until these nosy rulers joined in the fight. It never occurred to him it would turn out this way. Clearly, he had not prepared enough and here he was thinking after unleashing his full powers, he would be unstoppable.