Nabutu had fallen.
The battle had ended.
But as the Blood Disciples bore witness to their prince's tyrannical display, on a not-so-distant battlefield, Akamana traded blows with Caligula—assisted by Elektra, Belphegor and subordinates who hacked through lines of demonic beings.
Akamana's troops had the scene on lockdown, but with two dozen dark gates that spewed fiends like candy bars, the Grand Priestess' warriors got overwheld, losing ground as ti passed.
anwhile, Caligula hid behind a veil of darkness, doing his best to avoid a direct confrontation with Akamana while firing bolts at Sucuria. She ignored them, trusting that Akamana would protect her while she unlocked her last hope to turn the tides.
Because yes, forced by the Heart of Malice, Akamana and Sucuria had now joined hands—in tandem facing the King of Bastards, Caligula di Balarak.
"Hoho! Didn't expect that you'd start cooperating so flawlessly. Annoying. Oh well, hell if I care. Why am I talking if I don't? Mhm…" the madman rambled, his eyes lingering on the black and gold book hovering beside Sucuria, an ancient scripture crafted by the Ancestral Demon to seal the corrupt paradise she'd created to impress her crush, including 72 hand-made Archfiends:
The Ars Goetia!
In the Corrupt Worlds, only the creations of Ba'al Agan and the Ancestral Demon could escape Ahriman's authority, aning that while Caligula could easily suppress Zagan and Akamana's demons with the Heart of Malice, he had no sway over what Sucuria was about to bring out.
And though that thing would only be able to use a fraction of its full powers, there was a serious chance it could still take his life.
He just wanted to fish for profit on the other battlefield. But now even his life wasn't secure. Akamana was giving him no way out. The ti had co to create one!
"Sucuria, you even have the Ars Goetia. Impressive. Looks kind of incomplete but still impressive. I really wish I could have made you my wife. The bragging rights make drool.
Such an outstanding Guru. The warlock of an era, you forged your Inner Fla. Made your brothers immortal, but they put you in the kitchen. You gave them the power to take over a continent, but they put you in the kitchen. You lost your heart to stand by them, beca a bloodsucker to fight for them. And they still put you in the kitchen.
It's not fair. I feel…so sorry for you," Caligula broke into tears, sniffing loud as his words resounded. They hit like battering rams, knocking poor Sucuria so hard that for a split second, she lost focus.
"Sucuria!" Sensing a disaster, Akamana called out. A step too late for when dealing with Archfiends, the word "mistake" is a big no. Mistake equals death.
As the most accomplished warlock in the history of the Purple Dawn, Sucuria could avoid death, but the strain on her ntal left her vulnerable to extra exploitation. A vulnerability that Caligula now took advantage of.
[ntal Desecration]
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By the ti Akamana had made her move, Caligula had hexed Sucuria's soul with two forbidden mantras. One crushed her ntal while the other threatened to turn her insecurities into blemishes and deformities that would pile up till her soul broke down!
A horrifying prospect. Thankfully, Elektra ca through, blitzing her way to Sucuria and reverting her state with the Inversion Skill. The ntal damage persisted however, the Blood Marquess now struggling to stay in control of her trump card.
"Ahh, beautiful…there's really nothing that I enjoy more in this world…than a woman's broken heart.
Lesson of the day, when you embark on the Path of Malice, please give up your heart for real. A lot of you fakers pretend to be heartless, pretend to be monsters, pretend to be gangsters, forcing yourselves to convince I don't know who that you are dark inside.
But you ain't that dark inside.
I am dark inside.
This world has no true villain…but Fylkir Caligula."
[Spectral Dichotomy]
Caligula made a bold proclamation, throwing his hands at the sky with a delirious grin. A gray storm of magnetic energies assembled in the Heavens, a tall heavenly gate standing in the middle and letting loose legions of souls that broke into energy particles as they beca food for the spectral maelstrom.
They were supposed to enter reincarnation, but Caligula hijacked their course through the Heart of Malice, capturing them for his personal use—a Transgression so sinister that the Divine Secrets could not operate in that vortex.
He didn't even hesitate. Why hesitate when you are a true monster? Morals and ethics are irrelevant to . I only aspire…to ruthless efficiency.
Caligula's aura shot up, and the gate broke down, unleashing a horde of horsen that dropped on the Angra forces with a barrage of spiritual bombs.
Another Akamana appeared beside Sucuria, enabling Elektra to launch at the horsen in her phoenix mode with the support of a thousand more Grand Priestesses. Caligula blitzed the original, but as the Fylkir was about to slice through Akamana's soul, the duplicate shifted with the original, the real Akamana now standing beside Sucuria while Caligula fell into a dinsional prison.
With a playful smile, Akamana snapped her fingers, summoning a dark-gold grimoire that looked oddly similar to the Ars Goetia—Caligula's eyes went bloodshot.
"I knew the lining and color sche weren't right. It was missing half the nas. That traitorous Jezebel was also hiding tricks. Now, instead of figuring out why the Ars Goetia is in their hands, I must save my neck.
Hateful," Caligula's head turned at an awkward angle, the spectral armies collapsing inward and detonating in one catastrophic explosion.
Elektra, Belphegor and others all got caught off-guard, killed or sent reeling with grievous injuries. The Everburning Fla paired with Elektra's Inversion Skill, healing even that crippling blast in the blink of an eye.
"Spectral Dichotomy. My thesis is a thing of beauty. Elektra, Akamana and Sucuria, you are all lacking in crazy. Your crazy is weak. Weak or inexistent. Divinity is hidden behind a veil of madness.
It takes the dented to touch the divine. You cannot defeat , for the only true god in this universe…calls 'dear son!'" Caligula declared, the Winds of Destiny picking up at his feet and coiling in a twister of Divine Power!
The dinsional prison shattered on the spot. Akamana's eyes stretched. Sucuria went livid. And by the ti the crew had processed this shift, Caligula was thrusting a spectral dagger at Elektra's soul!
Here, the laws of space twisted once more, sending Caligula's stab flying into another dinsion!
'She can also use Spatial Manipulation? Spatial Manipulation with no support of Divine Power or Dark Glory? And at such a high level. That girl is gifted—a real prodigy.
Fuck!' Stunned by Elektra's mastery of spatial manipulation, Caligula vanished, reforming in the sky to reevaluate the situation.
"How to finish them? I'm so sick of this! Going to be late for dinner! When will I get a taste of slaughter?! Let eat! LET GO HO!"
[Rite of Oblivion: Lunatic Eruption]
Caligula howled at the heavens. Dark lunar markings ford on his skin, a burst of malignant energies erupting as a veil of darkness sprawled at his back.
'Caligula's Lunatic Eruption will be different from the other Fylkirs, Grand Priestess please stop him!' From the other battlefield, Ishtar sent her teacher a desperate ntal ssage.
Alas…
"Girl…I love you but…you should have said that a lot sooner," Akamana sighed, and with a resolute look, fused her half of the Ars Goetia with Sucuria's!
And so, as Caligula completed his transformation, with large pairs of obsidian wings stretching from his back towards his divine wheel, Sucuria unlocked the Ars Goetia, summoning the first of its 72 Archfiends, a gargantuan ebony fortress with a vertical, scarlet eye encrusted in the middle.
The Dark Glory kicked in, perating the atmosphere with a mass of concentrated darkness.
"When I was young people often told to curb my hubris. It got so confused. I am the Weaver's only son. Calling myself a God is hubris to you? What's appropriate then? Demi-Creator?
Semi-Triumvir? Half Master of Destiny? Idiots, just because you can't see the world from my altitude, you declare that I am insane.
But it is you who are mad.
You, not Caligula," the King of Bastards broke into a peal of fiendish laughter, charging into the Archfiend for a direct slugfest.
And to Sucuria's shock, the two sides looked...evenly matched.
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