Eiro tried to get the jump on Edward, but he was able to imdiately see through what the Demon was trying to do, as if he was predicting his actions. The Demi-Lich just managed to dodge Eiro while making the least amount of movent possible, as if trying to mock him while he was at it.
He swung his dagger forward toward Edward while his body was giving off steam due to the heat of the fire-infusion inside of him. At the sa ti, Eiro summoned his Three of Swords and quickly activated it, trying to get as many blades going against this enemy as possible.
Slash, miss, slash, miss, slash, miss.
Eiro was slowly starting to get fed up with this, but Edward seemingly just had fun, "Oh, what may be the issue here, my dear friend? You are moving around in a slightly... predictable way."
"Shut it." The Demon growled loudly. Once more, he jumped at Edward and the Demi-Lich dodged, but all of a sudden, Eiro heard a sound from the other side of the manor. Sothing was shifting in the basent, the door to the saferoom was being opened.
Startled by this realization, Eiro's body jolted without him being able to do anything about it, and due to this sudden, rash movent he was able to cut a bit into Edward's clothes.
Eiro understood what was going on... Edward was using the investigative abilities he had shown in the form of Bahlsen to figure out what Eiro was going to do next due to the way that his muscles spasd in anticipation or how he was looking at certain spots or trying to set certain attacks up.
But this just now was nothing but reflex. It wasn't anything that Eiro did on purpose, so it seed like the Demi-Lich wasn't able to see through it. And so, Eiro looked at the figure in front of him and stopped for a mont. He took a deep, deep breath and stared at the Demi-Lich while diving into one of his mories.
A mory of when Eiro was still far more wild, of when he still didn't know any skills. Slowly, the Demon tried to adapt the mindset that he had back then in this rudintary, vile manner.
Eiro mixed this purely instinctual movent in with his skill-based movent, and just wildly swung his arms to the side, as if flailing them around.
Luckily, Edward seed to have been caught off guard by that. At least, he wasn't able to dodge as easily as before, and Eiro was able to cut through a bit of Edward's clothes once more. It ant that Eiro's tactic worked, at least sohow.
But maybe it was because the quality of Eiro's combat style had been lowered considerably in exchange for a bit of that 'instinct', but at so point, Edward was able to dodge Eiro basically perfectly again.
But at the very least, one thing was clear. Edward had to concentrate on dodging completely, and he wasn't really able to properly counterattack. So at the very least, the two of them seed sowhat equally matched with how it was going right now. To an extent, at least.
And so, Eiro had to use sothing to shift that balance to his favor, and without hesitation, he chose to do so by taking a small white cloth pouch out of his treasury while making a swinging-motion.
The bag hit the ground at an imnse speed and all that could be heard was sothing shattering. Just a mont later, a white explosion appeared inbetween Edward and Eiro.
"Well, that was rather unexpected... These are Sacred Flas, are they not? You realize you are more vulnerable to those than I am, do you not?" Edward asked, but Eiro just smirked in response to that incredibly obvious statent.
While one of the spiking flas was still in front of him, Eiro imdiately made use of so of the snow that was gathering outside and lted it with magic before infusing his body with it.
Imdiately, he tried to go for his 'mana bullet' trick and shot it through the sacred flas. Eiro's mana caught fire and a bullet of sacred flas shot toward Edward at imnse speeds.
This was sothing that Edward definitely would have never been able to predict, and even though he may have realized what was happening in the last second, he was unable to react, and soon had white flas that were eating apart the Demi-Lich's black, silver and red suit.
Eiro cut through the notification in front of him saying that he damaged the Demi-Lich, and then grinned broadly, "How the tables have turned."
Imdiately, the Demon pushed out more and more mana out of his body that he used to try and control the Sacred Flas.
He swung the dangerous white fire toward Edward as if it was a whip, and was trying to fill out this whole room around him with this weakness of the Demi-Lich.
And at this point, Eiro was fully in control of the situation. Sure, his plan was more than obvious, but Edward had no choice but to play along if he didn't want to be massively injured. The Demi-Lich shifted through the flas trying to minimize his exposure to the sacred flas while slowly tightening the flas around Edward more and more, as if trying to put him into a cage that he simply couldn't escape.
And then, Eiro did it. Edward wasn't able to move any longer without touching the flas, and with the sa tone of voice that he had before, he spoke, "Seems like this is the end for one of us, does it not?"
"Seems like it. But don't make it sound like it could be , because both of us know that it's not ." Eiro pointed out as he slowly tightened the 'box' of sacred flas even more as he started to slowly damage the Demi-Lich.
"Yeah, about that..." Edward muttered quietly, and all of a sudden, Eiro could hear echoing footsteps from behind him that sohow only appeared just now. Usually he would have been able to notice them far earlier, but Edward might have done sothing about that to shift the way Eiro perceived the things around him. In the sa way that the Demi-Lich managed to hide himself and his nature so well.
"Eiro!" A familiar voice scread out from behind the Demon, and Eiro snapped his neck around to look at its source. It was Clentine, just standing there in the doorfra, breathing heavily from running here.
But it wasn't just Clentine. It was everyone.
Clentine, Sammy, Arc, Rudy, Felix, even Avalin and Leon. Behind them, Jas, Jess, Krog and Gobo. And at the very back, Eiro could see Bavet in his go-to humanoid form with an emotionless expression. It was one that Eiro saw just earlier today. It was the sa expression that the man that was being controlled by Edward earlier had.
While the Demon was staring at them in shock and confusion, and most importantly fear at what might happen to them, Edward seed to have taken this chance.
He jumped out of the cage of sacred flas, his clothes still burning with them, as he pushed his hand around the back of Eiro's neck.
The sacred flas jumped over from the Undead over to the Demon, and his flesh was imdiately causing an imnse spark of those white flas as Eiro's whole body caught on fire as he was standing there.
His unholy nature was fueling the holy fire that was set out to kill him.
Slowly, but surely, the flas were feeding their way through Eiro's body, and the Demon just had to stand there.
Eiro fell to the ground as his legs were destroyed by the Holy energies, and his family and friends were watching this happen. They were just staring at Eiro as he was dying a horrendously painful death.
He wasn't even able to scream, as Eiro's throat was one of the first things that had been destroyed by the flas. So all that he could do was lay there while the Sacred Fals were devouring him.
"So much about that, my dear friend. Now let's get this over with quickly. I would like you to witness the creation of my most perfect piece of art... using the most perfect parts." Edward stepped toward the group of people in front of him after simply brushing off the rest of the sacred flas that were left on his own body.
Edward slowly stepped up to the one standing in the very front, Clentine. Compared to everyone here, her Life Force was the strongest. It was even more potent than Eiro's, despite him constantly trying to refine and strengthen it over the years. It was just naturally pure and powerful for her.
Slowly, Edward leaned forward and looked deep into her eyes, "What a beautiful being you are. So disgustingly full of life. Oh, how much I wish to drain it from you and watch it wilt away."
The Demi-Lich stretched his hand out toward Clentine as everyone in the room was stunned by the pressure that the Demi-Lich was giving off, while Avalin and Leon already passed out. Eiro was actually sowhat glad, as it ant that they didn't have to watch all this happen.
But just a mont, a single mont before Edward touched Clentine, everything around Eiro froze. The flas were still burning and shifting, but they were only causing pain to him instead of still feeding on his flesh. They weren't spreading anymore.
"Ah... how disappointing." A voice muttered out. It sounded mature, but still young. Full of energy and strength, strenght that Eiro himself was lacking.
The next mont, he could feel his chin, or what was left of it, being lifted up to let him look at what was in front of him.
It was a black and white, glowing figure in glorious armor with a single sword at his side. He seed to be a human. It seed like he spoke up, although Eiro wasn't sure. He was lacking any sort of details, like a nose, eyes or mouth, to be sure. His whole face was just a blank slate of skin. But it was a different voice, that was for sure. This ti, it was more rough, more... experienced, as if this person went through a lot in their life.
"Well, with what he was given, he sure did a lot. Don't you think?"
The person that held his chin was the one speaking, Eiro just knew, although he didn't know how he knew.
Then, another one ca into view. This ti it was a slim, relatively short man holding a staff that was about two feet taller than him while his cloak was sliding over the ground. This was the one that spoke first. He had slightly pointed ears, so he seed to be an elf, or at least a half-elf or sothing. But again, his face was just a blank slate of skin.
And before Eiro knew it, a third one ca into view. This ti, it seed to be a Rhida, a rather rare race of people that descended from Lizardn, but with the sa sort of face as the other two. He had sowhat scaly bits over his skin, although it was smooth like a human's for the most part. He was wearing leather armor and had a bow strapped to his back with a dagger at his hip.
His voice sounded sowhat viscious, and unpleasant to listen to, although Eiro wasn't sure if it was just an aspect that Rhida had to them.
"A lot? He simply wasted so many chances to rise to the top, exchanging power for sothing as useless as 'Family'."
All of a sudden, Eiro could hear a laugh from behind himself, "Hey, Family isn't useless, you know? It's good to have sowhere to go back to." He said, quickly joining the others after walking over behind them, leaning onto the short mage's shoulder. This one... was dressed pretty weirdly. It was a style that he had never seen before.
The material of his clothes seed to be cloth, or at least the pants... The shirt had a weird pattern on it while made with sothing weird mixed into it that Eiro didn't recognize. The sa with the buttons, so of them were sothing Eiro had never seen before.
He was wearing a jacket made of leather with a cloth hood stitched onto it that the human man had pulled over his head. And he had a satchel hanging at the side of his body as well, although it seed to be made using thods Eiro didn't really recognize either. And once more, this man's face was just blank.
The man just stood there, "I an, the enemy this ti had a pretty unfair advantage as well, right?"
"I guess you are right." The Rhida man said, and the weirdly-dressed man suggested sothing else, "So, what do you think we should do? Give him another go at this?"
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