As Dervin's dark wings beat the air, lifting him effortlessly off the ground, Elizabeth hovered beside him, her own wings a blur of motion. Suspended in mid air, she turned to him with a suggestion, her voice carried by the wind.
"Master, I know of a village we can teleport to immediately, sparing us any unnecessary delay." She said.
Dervin's silent nod of approval was all the response Elizabeth needed, and a twisted, euphoric thrill coursed through her mind as she entwined her hand with his. A jolt of electricity seemed to spark through her body, threatening to shatter her concentration, but she swiftly regained her composure. With a focused thought, she activated her teleportation skill, and in an instant, they vanished from her realm, leaving behind a fleeting ripple in the air.
As they materialized above the quaint village, Dervin and Elizabeth soared through the skies, their postures exuding malevolent intent, their faces twisted into cruel, anticipatory grins.
The village, bathed in the warm glow of sunset, seemed blissfully unaware of the terror that loomed above. Dervin's gaze swept over the thatched roofs and the bustling town square, his eyes lingering on each potential victim. He savored the fear that would soon emanate from them, his dark heart thrilling at the prospect of carnage.
His attention settled on the village's defenders - the knights and warriors - and a sadistic gleam danced in his eyes. He turned to Elizabeth, his voice friendly yet menacing. "Elizabeth, how about a bet on who can get the most kills? We'll decide the rewards later on."
Elizabeth's face lit up with a wicked grin as she grasped the sinister implications of the game. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, anticipating the carnage she would unleash with her arsenal of area of effect skills. But her triumphant smile was short-lived, as Dervin's next words cut it down like a guillotine. "And, of course, no AOE skills allowed," he added, his tone dripping with amusement. Elizabeth's grin faltered, her face falling as she realized her advantage had been abruptly nullified.
Elizabeth's smile returned, her confidence renewed. "No need to worry, Master," she purred. "I have skills that will serve me well in close combat. I'll show you that I'm more than just a wielder of area of effect skills."
Dervin's patience had worn thin. His eyes blazed with an unholy hunger, his voice dropping to a menacing hiss. "Enough of this chatter. The peace filled air is intoxicating, and I can barely restrain myself from unleashing a bloodbath upon this village."
As Dervin prepared to unleash his fury upon the village, Elizabeth swiftly responded by invoking a series of combat buffs. With swift, precise incantations, she unleashed a flurry of icy empowerments: "Glacial Environment!" "Frostbite Aura, awaken!" "Cryogenic Surge, course through my veins!" "Abyssal Chill, shield me from harm!" And finally, "Frozen Dominion, grant me supremacy!" As the last words left her lips, a shimmering aura of frost and ice erupted around her, signaling her readiness for the impending battle.
As one, Dervin and Elizabeth exploded into a frenzied dash, their forms blurring together in a maddening whirlwind of speed. The air around them seemed to shatter and scream in protest, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the village like a crack of doom. The planet itself trembled beneath their feet, as if the very ground was being torn asunder by their passage.
Dervin's gaze locked onto the first knight, his eyes burning with an unholy hunger. Time itself seemed to bend and warp, slowing to a crawl as Dervin's claws shot out with deadly precision. The knight's armor, once a proud symbol of protection, proved laughably inadequate against Dervin's razor-sharp talons. The claws sliced through the steel plate like paper, piercing the knight's chest and finding their mark in the beating heart within. Dervin's claws retracted, dripping with the knight's lifeblood, as he turned his attention to his next victim.
As the knight's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, Dervin's gaze swept across the village, his eyes locking onto the next unfortunate soul. A young warrior, armed with a sword and shield, stood frozen in terror, unsure of how to react to the sudden onslaught. Dervin's lips curled into a cruel smile as he pounced, his claws flashing in the sunlight.
Time seemed to slow once more, the world around Dervin blurring into a chaotic mess of color and sound. His claws struck true, tearing through the warrior's defenses and finding their mark in the soft flesh beneath. The warrior's scream was cut short, his body crashing to the ground as Dervin's claws retracted, dripping with fresh blood.
The villagers, realizing their fate, began to flee in panic. But Dervin was relentless, his hunger for carnage insatiable. He tore through the village, his claws striking through time, again and again. A group of archers, attempting to rally and defend their homes, were swiftly cut down, their arrows and bows useless against Dervin's supernatural speed and agility.
As the death toll mounted, Dervin's power seemed to grow, his claws striking with increasing ferocity and precision. His laughter echoed through the village, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who still lived. The villagers, realizing they were no match for the monster in their midst, begged for mercy, but Dervin was unforgiving, his claws bringing swift and merciless death to all who crossed his path.
And yet, despite the carnage he wrought, Dervin's movements seemed almost... elegant, his claws striking with a precision that was both beautiful and terrifying to behold. It was as if he were a conductor, orchestrating a symphony of death and destruction, his claws the instruments of his twisted art.
As Dervin wreaked havoc on one side of the village, Elizabeth strode through the chaos with an unsettling calmness, her eyes gleaming with an icy intensity. Her hands, adorned with intricate frost-etched gauntlets, that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, as if the very essence of winter had been distilled into her fingertips.
With a gentle, almost tender touch, Elizabeth reached out and grasped the shoulder of a fleeing villager. The instant her skin made contact with his, a creeping frost began to spread, encasing the villager's body in a thick layer of crystalline ice. Elizabeth's grip tightened, her fingers closing around the villager's frozen form like a vice. With a sudden, brutal motion, she flexed her wrist, unleashing a burst of inhuman strength that shattered the villager's frozen body into a hundred glittering shards.
The sound of shattering ice echoed through the village, a haunting melody that seemed to accompany Elizabeth's every step. As she glided through the chaos, her hands left a trail of frozen, shattered bodies in her wake. A group of brave warriors, attempting to rally and defend their homes, were swiftly reduced to frozen statues, their bodies exploding into fragments as Elizabeth's hands made contact with their frozen forms.
Elizabeth's movements seemed almost... economical, her actions precise and calculated, as if she were a master artisan, crafting a gruesome tapestry of ice and shattered flesh. Her eyes gleamed with an unwholesome light, her smile a thin, cruel line that seemed to grow wider with each new victim. And yet, despite the carnage she wrought, Elizabeth's demeanor remained eerily composed, her icy grip closing around the village like a shroud, freezing all in her path.
The anguished cries of the villagers seemed to echo on forever, a haunting requiem for the destruction that had been wrought upon their once-peaceful home. But in reality, the screams were all too brief, silenced by the merciless blades of Dervin and the icy grasp of Elizabeth.
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The village, once a charming haven of laughter and warmth, now lay in ruins, its streets and homes reduced to smoldering rubble and splintered wood. The air was heavy with the stench of death and destruction, the only sound resonating was the cackling laughter of the two monsters who had brought about this devastation.
Dervin's eyes gleamed with malevolent glee, while Elizabeth's face was alight with a joy that was both captivating and terrifying. And yet, as they stood amidst the wreckage they had created, it was clear that they were not truly alive, their souls long since consumed by the darkness that drove them.
They were merely abominations, creatures driven by a hunger for destruction and chaos, leaving naught but death and despair in their wake. The silence that followed their laughter was oppressive, a heavy shroud that hung over the ruined village like a shroud, a grim reminder of the horrors that had been unleashed upon the world.
As the last echoes of their laughter faded away, Dervin's form began to shift and contort, his demonic physique slowly giving way to his mortal guise. But as he stood before Elizabeth, it became clear that something was amiss. His human form, once a perfect replica of mortal flesh, had undergone a subtle yet profound transformation.
Dervin stood before Elizabeth, his transformation became apparent. His eyes, once a piercing gold, now burned with an inner fire, their color seeming to deepen and intensify as he gazed upon the destruction around him.
His skin, once smooth and unblemished, now seemed to be etched with subtle, intricate patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like living things. His features, once chiseled and handsome in a human way, now seemed to be infused with a demonic elegance, as if the very essence of the underworld had been distilled into his flesh.
But it was the wings that truly set him apart. Majestic and imposing, they burst forth from his back, their dark, crimson feathers seeming to absorb the light around him. The wingspan stretched over 15 feet, casting a dramatic shadow on the ground below and commanding attention from all who beheld him. The wings themselves seemed to be made of a dark, shadowy material that seemed to shift and writhe like a living thing.
As Dervin stood before Elizabeth, his wings spread wide, he seemed to embody the very essence of dark, demonic power. His presence was both captivating and terrifying, a true marvel of hellish beauty and malevolent might.
Elizabeth had also undergone a similar transformation, her body began to radiate an aura of dark, majestic power. Her back burst forth with a pair of magnificent, crimson wings, their black tips and intricate, silver veins seeming to shimmer and glow with an inner light. The wingspan stretched over 12 feet, casting a dramatic shadow on the ground below and commanding attention from all who beheld her.
Her horns, sleek and curved, protruded from her forehead like polished ebony scimitars, adorned with delicate, crimson stripes that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. Her dark gold eyes, tinted with a hint of darkness, gleamed with an otherworldly intelligence, as if they held the secrets of the very depths of hell.
Elizabeth's skin, once a pale, alabaster hue, now seemed to glow with a subtle, demonic radiance, as if the very essence of the underworld had been distilled into her flesh. Her features, once delicate and refined, now seemed chiseled and powerful, as if they had been forged in the very depths of the abyss.
Her wings spread wide, her horns gleaming in the fading light, Elizabeth exuded an aura of dark, malevolent energy, her very presence seeming to draw the light out of the air. She was a mesmerizing spectacle, a masterful blend of beauty and terror, her hellish charm weaving a spell of dark fascination that was impossible to resist.
As they stood side by side, Elizabeth couldn't help but notice the striking absence of the dark energy that once swirled menacingly around Dervin. Its disappearance was almost palpable, leaving an unsettling stillness in its wake.
Her gaze locked onto Dervin's, Elizabeth's voice was laced with a mix of curiosity and trepidation as she asked, "Master, have your cruel fantasies finally been satiated?"
Dervin's response was devoid of emotion, his words dripping with a sinister nonchalance. "Yes, to be precise, my... hunger was satisfied with the first kill. The rest were merely for my own amusement."
In that moment, Elizabeth glimpsed the depths of Dervin's depravity. His Curse Sin of Maledicta had been satiated by the initial kill, but it was his own dark desires that drove him to continue his gruesome rampage. The realization sent a shiver down her spine, a haunting reminder of the monster her Master is.
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