[Forest]
"Annoying shit bags!" Mirabella cursed as she raised her palm towards the horde of demons of all shapes and sizes. She focused her magic, her hand pulsating with mana. With a burst of light, she summoned an array of large swords, each crafted with silver blades and ornate golden hilts. The air shattered with mana as she unleashed the swords, their trajectory slicing through the demonic horde.
The cleaved-through corpses of the demons fell to the grassy ground as they disappeared into nothingness. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the large courtyard for any more that might show, and then she clicked her tongue in apparent annoyance.
Juliana, she was on her way to the girl, but someone had evoked teleportation magic. And before she knew it, she found herself in the academy courtyard with demons surrounding her. The only things that surrounded her were grass, trees, and the old ruins of the academy that were no longer in use. But still, her worry about Juliana must have seemed a bit excessive, considering she had just recently met the girl. Still, all of this was annoying, and she could not help but click her tongue in annoyance once more.
But it just annoyed her how weak the girl was and how she just took the punishment thrown her way. But that meek attitude reminded her of how her little sister used to be before she took on a haughty attitude.
"The demon fuckers must've planned for this. This random teleportation attests to that much. They must have some pretty high-ranking demons then." She mused thoughtfully.
There were many different types of demons. Some are mindless, some lackluster, and some are weak. And then there were the 'special demon threats' classified as Chaosmaw's. They were the type of demons rarely seen, smarter than the rest, and way more powerful.
One could very well be behind this. Considering the wards of the academy were broken and so many demons were invading, it could very well be possible.
But suddenly, the ground began to tremble, halting her thoughts. A low rumble rose from the earth, growing in intensity until it shook the very foundations of the land. The earth split apart, cracks snaking through the ground like fissures in glass, revealing a dark void beneath.
From the depths of this abyss, a colossal figure emerged, a creature of pure malevolence. It ascended slowly, rising to its full height, as if the very act of manifesting in the mortal realm required great effort. Finally, with a resounding crash, the demon completed its otherworldly ascent, standing before Mirabella, who dared to witness its emergence.
The demon stood at least twenty feet tall, its monstrous frame towering over all. Its skin was a palette of deep black and charred ebony, as if forged in the fiery depths of Hell itself. Every inch of its form seemed to ripple with muscle and power.
With a roar that rattled the skied, the demon extended its immense, clawed hand, its fingers terminating in wickedly sharp talons. It reached out towards the sky, as the ground shuddered beneath its presence, yet Mirabella merely stared at the creature with a grin.
"Well, aren't you a big one?" She mused as the gigantic demon turned. "Maybe this'll be fun after all." She mused.
Without hesitation, the demon lunged forward, its massive frame hurtling towards Mirabella with surprising speed. The ground trembled beneath its weight as it swung its colossal fist, aiming to shatter her fragile form. But she moved, her petite figure evading the strike easily.
As the demon's fist crashed into the earth with a thunderous impact, sending shockwaves through the air, Mirabella moved away unscathed. Her nimble steps carried her beyond the reach of the demon.
Undeterred, the demon unleashed a torrent of fire from its gaping mouth, with streams of searing fire surging towards the girl. The intense heat washed over her, flames licking at her surroundings, yet she remained untouched. It was a simple thing to slip through the gaps.
The demon used its powerful tail as a weapon, lashing it toward her. The tail, tipped with razor-sharp spikes, sliced through the air. Yet, hee reflexes defied it as she dove under it.
Infuriated by its inability to strike the princess, the demon unleashed a array of clawed swipes, the force behind each attack enough to rend stone and steel. But with a supernatural agility, Mirabella weaved through the onslaught of talons.
The ground beneath her cracked and splintered with the force of the demon's rage, adding to the chaos, yet the girl remained untouched.
With each evasion, the girl's boredom grew, pushing her to her ultimate feat. The large demon let out a furious roar, its voice shaking the very foundations of the earth.
"Familial Arts: Aetheric Oblivion." She murmured those words almost in boredom as her destruction began.
In one fluid motion, she unleashed her own power—a surge of light and mana emanating from her being. It swirled around her, coalescing into a orb of purity.
The mana collided with the demon's monstrous form, an explosion of blinding light tearing through the air. The world trembled, crumbling ruins disintegrating under the force of the onslaught. The malevolent entity, writhing in agony, let out a final, desperate shriek before succumbing to oblivion.
The explosion carved through the ground, disintegrating all in its path. Trees, stone, ruins, everything ceased to be in that moment.
And as the dust settled the destruction hung in the air. The demon that once stood tall was reduced to nothing but shards of darkness, scattered by the winds.
She really had no need for such a destructive spell, but she did want to bother prolonging the fight any longer than needed.
"Well done, well done." She suddenly heard clapping from on high, followed by a classy-sounding voice. "As expected from a daughter of Aragorn, just look at all of this destruction. And that was some impressive agility." The voice spoke with an impressed whistle. Mirabella turned her gaze upward as she studied the one who addressed her. Though it surprised her that this individual somehow survived her attack.
It was a demon; that much was clear to see, yet he seemed somehow different. His skin was a sky blue with elongated bat-like ears and white horns atop his head, and his eyes were a pool of blood red. His overall form was humanoid, and he actually wore clothing.
A red button shirt under a black vest with detailed patterns, along with black slacks and dress shoes. Thrown over his form was a black robe adorned with gold.
"Well, you're quite the creepy-looking fucker." Mirabella commented as the floating creature came down, his feet soon touching the ground.
"My, what crude language for a young lady." It shot back. Not really sounding all that annoyed by her comment'.
"Well, are you going to do something about it then?" She challenged, her mana flaring.
"Mayhap." The demon spoke as its blood-red eyes gleamed beneath the moonlight.
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In the heart of the dense forest, Agatha stood in the amidst of an array of demons, their grotesque forms unique.
The first demon, with crimson eyes and razor-sharp claws, lunged towards her with something akin to anger. Its fangs glistened with a venomous drool, its intentions clear. As the creature closed in, Agatha's eyes flared.
Summoning her magic, she extended her arms, and from her palm surged a torrent of raw mana. The mana fell to the forest floor, weaving symbols and runes upon the earth. The ground trembled beneath her as her spell took hold.
Suddenly, the forest floor erupted as colossal tree roots sprung forth with an explosive force, shattering the tranquility of the forest. Knotted and gnarled, the roots surged upward, their surfaces ridged with rough bark and adorned with sharp thorns. They twisted and coiled, reaching menacingly towards the demons that encircled the girl.
With a thunderous crash, the roots speared through the air, their unrestrained strength crushing and splintering any demon that dared to stand in their path. As she willed them forward, the roots entwined around the demons like vices, constricting their distorted forms until bones shattered and hideous shrieks filled the air.
Another demon, a wraith-like specter glided towards her, seeking to envelop her in its grasp. She raised her hands towards it, fingers splayed, and the forest responded to her commanding presence.
Trunks of towering oaks trembled as they awakened, their massive forms bursting forth from the soil with an explosive force. The trees' broad branches unfolded as it pierced the demon
More demons were ensnared, crushed mercilessly, and impaled upon the jagged spikes that protruded from her magic. Their forms were rendered asunder, their cries of pain echoing.
She turned away from the scene of destruction as she walked through the dense forest. Like most, she too was teleported to a random location against her will.
"But this is highly unusual." This was mostly the thought process of the majority. The staff of the academy was most likely handling demons; they were most likely too preoccupied to even take note of all the people that were warped away.
She herself found herself within the confines of a forest far away from the academy grounds. She would teleport back, but there were wards that stretched out endlessly that prevented her from doing so. Correction: there were wards that prevented the invoking of teleportation magic.
("The one responsible for the wards must be preoccupied with something else if they cannot even keep these wards in place.") She deduced easily enough, so as she prepared to teleport away, her head suddenly snapped to the side as she frowned.
"Show yourself!" She yelled, her gaze directed towards a large tree. In response, she heard a small 'eep' before the hidden individual made themselves visible. She frowned as she spotted those horns with the long, gray, fuzzy hair.
("This mana... is she truly a demon?") Agatha could not help but wonder as she stared at the meek-looking girl.
"W-wait! I'm not a demon!" The girl quickly clarified, having gathered what Agatha was thinking about based on how her eyes linger on her horns.
"Your eerie and evil mana says otherwise." The blonde bluntly stated:
"W-well, that uhm...is because I..." The girl seemed hesitant to follow up on her sentence but Agatha quickly deduced just what she was.
"I see. You are a spawn of 'his', correct?" Agatha deduced, and Juliana just hesitantly nodded her head at the girl's words. "That would explain your mana, I suppose." Agatha murmured thoughtfully. "Then come; it would be wise not to linger here."
"You'll help me?" She questioned seemingly in disbelief. Agatha quirked up an eyebrow on her impassive face at the reaction before she spoke.
"Of-" Suddenly, however, she quickly cut herself off as she twisted her body to the side just in time for something to fling past her, mowing down a few trees in its path.
"Mine apologies." She heard a voice uttered out as her eyes landed on a levitating blue-skinned demon. "But she was getting quite rowdy."