Lucifer attacked the monster relentlessly, only for it to regenerate and attack him back. Luckily he had gotten a catalyst from the ethercraft researcher's room that could hold an imnse amount of ether inside, that was the only way he could carry on with the fight.
A strike ca from his left, he jumped back instead of blocking. He felt air moving around behind him, he could not take his eyes off the monster, but he took a quick glance.
It was Clara, who was sleeping, he had forgotten about her. He instinctively put a shield in front of him, deflecting a rather stronger blow. Now he also had the girl to think about, his master had only told him to kill the man, not the girl.
He jumped to the side, cutting the monster in half vertically with the wind. He was trying to get the monster's attention, and luckily, he succeeded. The monster turned to him instead of the girl.
The monster roared, this was a house in the middle of the town, but the people outside seed to be continuing on with their business as usual, the person trying to possess the monster might have put up a sound barrier.
He swore in his head as he rolled to the side, avoiding another blow that cracked the ground. If soone had heard them and called the city police, that would be a lot of work off of his shoulder.
But he could not complain, he had taken up a work worth two hundred stens of commission. And it was his responsibility to ensure that he completed his work... Just after he figured out on how to work his way through the regeneration.
Through fighting, he was getting the familiar feeling of being 'one with the wind'. It was a sensation he could never forget, an experience he was longing for. He knew that he was getting more and more powerful, he was regaining his forr strength.
But he had tried to do it for a long ti, and this was the first ti he had succeeded. Maybe it was the influence of his master, he silently thanked the Recorder.
With newfound confidence, he again lunged at the monster, holding his sword firmly in hand. He dodged a wide swing by ducking and channeled ether to his sword. He jumped up and landed on the monster's head.
"Detonate," He said calmly as if he was just sitting there and sipping tea. But the ethercraft was not calm at all. The monster's whole body exploded, painting the whole room red with charred flesh, and blasting Lucifer away.
As the caster, Lucifer knew about the outco and had protected himself from gore with a thick shield made of air. He still held the sword's handle firmly as he deactivated the now red barrier. He hoped things just ended here, but he knew otherwise.
The possession was not complete yet, and whoever was coming, it was an incredibly powerful existence. He cannot do this alone, he needs help.
'Master!' He called Recorder ntally, 'I am sorry for my incompetence, but please lend aid'. He had fought expecting Recorder to co, but sowhere along the duration of the fight, he understood that his master expected him to finish this.
The ti was running out, and the monster was regenerating, but this ti it looked more like a human, no, it was a human. The only difference was the eyes without pupils, they both were completely dark.
It was bent backward after regenerating, facing him. It got up, with the joints clicking into place with a cracking sound. Lucifer did not need a lot of information to understand that the possession was complete.
It turned around, and gave him a smile that stretched all the way to its eyes. But it did not talk, making Lucifer wonder if the possession was complete or not. A complete possession would result in the ability to talk.
If it could not talk, that ant only one thing. The possession was not complete yet. Lucifer got a new sense of motivation to fight, he was getting his old powers back, and the possession was yet to be completed, he could do this. (Disclair: Never attempt this when you are transported to another world, you could actually jinx it.)
The possessed Percival opened his arms widely, welcoming Lucifer to attack him. It hurt his pride, being looked down upon. "Don't look down on !" He scread as he lunged in for another attack.
"Gale reaper" He said to himself as he propelled forward with the help of the wind. Sharp and invisible blades of wind ford around him as he moved forward.
The blades did not even touch his enemy, Percival waved his hand and Lucifer was blasted back. He had grown stronger, but was no match for the person in front of him. He could not even fathom how powerful the actual entity is.
He ford a wind barrier behind him to absorb the damage he got when he was blasted onto the walls. He was getting desperate, this was not a person, he could deal with his current strength. Not even half of his actual strength had been returned.
He had called for his master ntally and he had gotten no response, 'Does he think I can do this on my own?' He questioned his own strength.
A thought suddenly ca to his mind, he was not Hawthorne now, he is Lucifer, The Sin of Pride. He got up with new resolve, if he was a sinner of pride, then he had to be prideful.
He extended his right hand, and started chanting-
"From creation's dawn to this very day,
Oh beings of wind, I humbly pray,
Heed my call as you once swore,
Serve well, till I breathe no more.
Vanquish my foes, with fierce might,
Even in death, let stand and fight."
Powerful gales started form around Lucifer's right arm, his left hand was firmly gripped on the right one as he groaned in pain. But he had finish the spell or it would go out of control and exhaust his ether.
"One with the wind!" He scread the words through his pain, the gales becoming larger and more ferocious.
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