“Impudent!” He snarled. “Perhaps, if you killed with a soul-reaving blade, you’d have a chance, although I even have ways of avoiding death with such a weapon. It would take a malacrum weapon to defeat , and I don’t see a malacrum weapon in your possession!”
“What do you think the blade inside you is?” I responded incredulously.
He blinked, looking down at the blade again as if he didn’t quite understand.
“You had to have seen it yourself. Your sister was turned into this blade. What do you think we’ve spent the last 2 months forging?”
“A-Alysia?”
“What’s up, brother?” A voice ca out loud.
“Heh, so you’re the one to kill . How stupid.” He shook his head. “What of it?”
“The blade was forged by her soul. Tell , demon lord, what did you do to her soul while it was still in the womb. What did you make her primary purpose?”
He went to respond arrogantly, and then his eyes snapped open. “N-no… that… I… I don’t have a god soul!”
“You needed a god soul for it to happen naturally. Unnaturally, however… is still up for grabs. You designed Alysia for a singular purpose…”
“Locking souls in place.” Alysia finished.
“Hey, demon lord, where do you think your soul is right now?”
He shook. “No… no!”
He let out a scream and attacked, shoving his body away. He would have slid right off the end of the sword if Alysia hadn’t already shapeshifted. With her blade sticking through him, she had given the end of her body a blunt hamr. The only way the demon lord was going to remove himself from the blade was with a three-foot hole in his chest. He hit the hamr and then slouched.
“You can’t… this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.” He shook. “I… I know where Faeyna is! I sent her away! If you want her, you’ll have to guarantee my life!”
“I thought you might say sothing like that.” I sighed. “Why do you think Alysia hasn’t already shredded your soul into confetti?”
He took a breath of relief. “See, I am far more useful to you alive than I would be dead.”
“No, you misunderstand. I don’t need you, just your soul.”
“Y-you… what?”
“Souls are an interesting thing, they’re basically a copy of who a person is. It not only reflects their physical appearance, but it also can replicate their skills, and even rember their mories. Your living soul is far too dangerous, but if I feed it to my dungeon, I’ll know everything you knew.”
“A… a dungeon?”
“Ah, that’s right, your love of dungeons seed to die with the other version of yourself. This one never trusted dungeons. Perhaps, on so cosmic scale, you knew that was because one day you would end up becoming its food.”
“No! No!” He struggled to try to rip himself off the blade, but it was pinned down and far too weak to fight .
“Don’t worry, I’m just going to take and make use of your soul for my own advantage.” I smiled. “You know how that is. Soul Absorption!”
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