"Wow, lady, you sure do have good eyes."
The mysterious succubus comnted as she glared at the demonically possessed Substance with a smile. On the other hand, Xana looked at Succubus with a serious face and smiled cruelly as the black sun once again began to spread over the entire domain of this layered world of dreams.
Xana looked at the black-haired beauty as she casually began to speak in a cold and morbid tone.
"You are the boss of this entire domain, aren’t you, girl?! I can tell you are the weakest of the others, yet you have the greatest authority here, and before you ask how I know that, it is simple: with that smile on your face, you are certain you can win."
"And despite being a low-ranking demon based on your horn size, I’d guess you’re a little under 500 years old, or maybe 600 years old, sowhere around those lines, for sure. Also, your miasma reading also feels infinite in comparison to the others; it’s like a never-ending sea even, which shouldn’t be possible given your rank, and I don’t sense a single ounce of fear in you at all—scary even—so tell , little boss."
"How do you want to do this? You can be a wise little demon and choose the easy way, which in turn will cause to be civilized about this whole situation, or you can be an idiot and choose the hard way, which will result in erasing you from this situation. But don’t feel too bad, though. I get it; this domain is in your direct power. You are a god here; as such, it is only natural that you have a god complex in this place."
Xana expressed all of this, pausing for a mont to grin as she spoke with the confidence and malevolence befitting a noble devil-like herself.
"But even gods can be killed. I just want you to know that, so what will it be?"
Xana inquired of the unnad succubus, who had just begun to place her palms on her chin and playfully consider what she would do, but she already knew what her answer was going to be.
"Hahaha, you know, lady, you’re quite the observant devil, but also a foolish one; I converse with devils and demons on a regular basis, with higher ranks than even the likes of you, even the kings themselves. So this whole trying to scare crap isn’t working."
Xana’s reaction to this was a simple one.
"Ha?! Is that so little demon? Heheh and it appears you have figured out what I really am!! You must be really accustod to my type, but in hell, ranks don’t an anything as it does for you demons, and furthermore, I’m not your average Devil, but oh well, you can see and feel my response for yourself."
With those words, the outlines of the succubus began to burn away. However, Xana was surprised that, as the outlines of her target body began to burn to nothing, they instantly began to regenerate. However, Xana was also surprised that when she tried to burn half her body to nothing, her body, or half of Substance, was suddenly erased.
As a result, she attempted to call off her attack, and reality quickly returned to normal, but half of her body had been destroyed. However, Substance’s body attempted to recover as it should, particularly with many different clan types of regeneration running through her body. Nonetheless, this nearly unkillable body was unable to renew a single cell, no matter how hard it tried.
Naturally, she is now floating in the air, with just half of her body surviving, the inflection being a vertical deletion that leaves the left side intact, her organs and blood descending and draining from the opposite side of her now-cleaved body as a result.
Of course, Xana gazed down at the succubus, surprised to see her smiling like an insane madman, hungry for violence, as she eyed her with a dark and smug glare and a horrifying smile.
’This is... this is my own attack; did she reflect my Nichibotsu back to , the caster? Tsk, cunning little Satan.’
But before Xana had ti to ponder, seven gigantic miasma balls the size of a small truck erged and surrounded her from all sides and corners.
Without warning from a re snap of a finger, these enormous black miasma balls detonated like a nuclear explosion, causing a massive miasma fireball to appear as the explosion wiped away a large portion of the forest beneath the second level of the soul vault. The entire domain over the huge, limitless plane began to quake as a result of the energy being poured forth, which was truly endless.
However, these dream layers were not only unlimited in size; they were also reinforced to be fifty tis more durable than they were before. So the fact that Xana could burn through it effortlessly and without difficulty tells volus about how incredibly powerful she was.
Alas, though, this was not Xana’s world, and truly, this was the little boss world to do with as she pleased.
And, given the scope of that strike, Xana or Substance body would undoubtedly be erased with it since the destruction range could not be calculated. As the attack faded, Little Boss began to gaze at her chaotic masterpiece; however, at the area where Xana was blasted, just a solitary black sun remained, while the corpse did not.
"Haaa?! Did she blow in the wind after being reduced to ash? Haha, how fi...
However, before that idea could escape her lips, a very astonishing show of macabre bullshit began to unfold in front of her. The dark sun gradually expanded, with swirling flas that took on the appearance of a familiar person, that person being none other than Xana. This ti, however, all of her injuries were healed, and her clothes were returned; it was as if her previous injuries did not exist to begin with.
On that point, Little Boss watched this mont with surprise and intrigue, perplexed by Xana’s rapid resurgence.
"Ah, that power—is this what you devils call the Atman?" I am impressed. From what I heard and saw, Devil Atman is similar to the vampire ichors, which co in a variety of shapes and forms, but this is sothing unique. I’ve never seen a devil employ miasma to convey Atman in such a raw and direct manner. Most demons utilize their own body or a tailored weapon to protect the shape of their soul from the outside; it’s comparable to our demon-kind Beacon."
Xana replied to this as such.
"Hmmm... like I said, I’m not your average devil... ’Although she isn’t an average demon either?!’
Xana muttered that last piece in her mind as she began to contemplate the inner workings of that final strike, which took her off guard because it was her own attack from the previous round, without the miasma balls. For starters, how did she respond to her initial attack?
Secondly, what was her technique of self-defense? Xana pondered to herself. Was this the work of her Demonic Beacon? Was it an artifact of so kind, or was it another power at work? Naturally, Xana began to contemplate if this power was the work of a Werebeast Bane or a Draconic principle; then and again, this could have been the work of a Kryptid. If so, then she was in a really bad spot.
The response was undoubtedly an unknown elent, but in combat, everything is fair ga, even if she was equally unaware of the enemy’s tactics. So was the enemy as well, and besides that, her Atman had a variety of uses, so of which were more divine in nature than the sheer, unfettered power of the demonic energy archetypes.
But, at the sa ti, she had a problem, and that problem was Substance herself. Naturally, the sli was unconscious, which makes possession easy in most cases. After all, a devil, unlike a demon, cannot exist in the physical realm without a body because devils are conceptual entities, unlike demons.
However, so devils do find ways to create a physical form that allows them to interact with the physical realm, but the process is lengthy and tedious. For example, Xana once had to mislead a mortal woman into surrendering her body.
It won’t be long before Substance’s mind turns back on and fights Xana for control of the body; how long that takes is debatable, but given that Substance was a purpose-driven being, it won’t be long before she awakens, and when she does, Xana will have less than three minutes to fight Substance for control.
And, personally, she didn’t want Substance to adapt to her possession, because there could be a ti in the future when possession could save her life.
Aside from that, there was a reason why he refused to utilize her true body to engage in a direct battle: it wasn’t because she couldn’t, but rather that she was endangering not only herself but Substance as well.
Given that her major skill set with her Atman "Bastet" when fighting in her main body was excessively destructive; the way she created her combat style was to target anyone and everything, continuously burning and wiping everything in her path. And a full-power Bastet was so powerful that it could easily destroy nurous fazes if she wasn’t cautious.
However, in Substance body, the power output was far lower, and the attack circumstances were much more liberal. For starters, Bastet’s normal usage when it was implented within Substance body was severely restricted, even if she prepared her before possession, and forced her to adapt to the esoteric miasma she had made her bathe in. As a result, Xana currently has only three of her customary nine miracles active at the mont.
But in this case, she couldn’t hold back; she had to destroy the core, or, better yet, she had to take a great risk and trust fate in Substance’s capacity to adapt to this unjust situation. As a result, in this circumstance, she saw two alternatives for protecting her slimy child, as required under the contract.
The first was to beat the administrator into submission, and the second and last alternative was to use Substance Adaptation to carry them both out of this particular situation. Overall, this was a struggle of ti and chance; either she acclimated to this succubus and killed her, or Substance woke up first, adapting to her possession and driving her away.
As a result, this was a battle of ti and chance, but largely ti, but all was not lost for Xana, because all of Substance’s powers were available to her at the ti, she could employ them all, and she strangely knew how to do so quite easily. It was a weird feeling, to say the least, it was as if the information was not stored in the mind but rather in the very body itself.
’Hehehe, and this power originated with the clan prince. I’ve seen a lot of fucked up and unfair ichors in my life, but I have to say that if I had enough ti to shape this body to my taste, I could one day compete with the nine Demon kings and Devil emperors. The ichor’s nature makes it an ideal vessel for any devil.’
’Really and truly, I could only picture what would happen if a bodiless, superpowerful primordial being sohow managed to take over either this sli body or the prince’s own body. If that’s the case, we’d be screwed if sothing like that ever happened, but if an opportunity to grab a body like this cos up, I’ll make sure to take it as mines regardless of the gender.’
’But for now, I’ll deal with this smug bitch and get to the core myself; if I can’t, I’ll simply have to pray to Bastet above, hoping that the slimy brat doesn’t wake up. And then we can use her freaky ass body to adapt to these harlots and their domain, possibly breaking free with our own strength; it’s only a matter of ti; 1 minute and 40 seconds remain, a total of 99 seconds to go before Substance body begins to do its magic.’
Xana said to herself, As she smiled, her arms began to spread as a scary laugh escaped her mouth, clearly excited by this unfavorable situation.
"Pyhyhihiyahiyhaihyhaihaha... fantastic!! This is how demonic beings should settle their disputes: no more talking nonsense; instead, use unbridled violence to show your point. Domination via combat is always the right response to any setting."
Without any warning, the black sun began to ignite with insane vigor, causing an explosion of black flas to flood outwards in all corners, causing a giant tsunami of flas to scorch and burn everything away from existence.
As a consequence, the environnt began to heat up, with scorching black flas rushing towards the little boss, the flas transforming into an innurable series of black flaming arms shooting at her at lightning-fast speed. But she proceeded to easily sidestep them, and from a distance, it appeared like she was dancing around them.
As she moved above, the sea of miasma arms began to chase her from hall corners in the sky, not giving her a single chance to escape, but Little Boss kept her distance despite the countless arms following her.
When she got high enough, she pointed her finger to the air, and a bright yellow light began to flash into a little marble-like sphere, which broke and collapsed into itself, producing a gigantic fifty-ter black hole that began to pull everything into its singularity at her fingertips, as if it were so kind of projection base attack.
Little boss flung the freshly ford singularity into the vast sea of flaming miasma.
However, Little Boss was taken aback when she saw a rather perplexing sight: one of nature’s most powerful forces, the black hole, was losing its title as the most destructive natural phenonon, as the singularity was being condemned into nothing, as black flas began to eat away at its beings, from both inside and outside, and was no longer there in a matter of seconds.
"What a freaky Atman you have, burning away a singularity now that is terrifying."
"Good, and you’re next."
Xana responded imdiately as she began to pursue her once more, as millions of gigantic hands, so larger than a star or planet, began to fly in unusual directions, the elongated body traveling like an anaconda swimming at full speed in the savanna. However, the opponent was too swift and nimble, and she dodged them well despite the omnidirectional onslaught of the hands.
But as the second goes by, the hands just increase in number, until eventually the arms themselves have elongated and spread through the domain, burning. Nay!! Erasing everything in their path to the point that billions of arms of various sizes began to rain down from the sky, each a miasma construct that ca out of the erupting black sun.
This persistent attack of the speeding and flexible arms and the erasure-inducing flas had gotten so out of hand to the point that even Little Boss herself was becoming irritated by their very existence as she looked towards Xana, who was rely sitting on one of the arms, smirking at her struggle, as she told her.
"You are quite the dancer indeed, my dear; co on, show more of your skill; I will speed up the music for you."
The mont Xana said that, it happened. Monts later, the gracefully dodging succubus lost her entire right arm. Naturally, since she received damage, so did Xana, as her right arm burned out of existence at the sa ti her attack landed on the enemy.
However, sothing was wrong this ti around; Xana fulfilled the prerequisites for Little Boss’ ability to work, but she also fulfilled the requirents for her own ability to work. Condition type against condition type fairly distributes the intake of unfairness; in this situation, Xana made the unjust equally fair.
When Little Boss looked behind her, she was surprised to see that her missing arm was floating inside a black sphere of swirling black Miasma, the black flas slowly turning into purple flas as the sphere began to shrink and turn into a flaming cat-shaped violet crystal.
『Bastet 7th Miracle: Mangetsu』
If things had been normal, Little Boss would have grown back her arm the minute Xana attacked and removed it. Compared to others, Little Boss’s healing factor was nearly sixty tis more potent than the average succubus; of course, it wasn’t because she was special or anything, but rather because it was artificial.
Through various experints and enhancents, Little Boss’ body beca a thing of wonders, as she can do things that the average succubus, let alone a demon, cannot do.
When combined with her demonic beacons, it creates a lethal combination. But this wasn’t the case this ti; instead, by so miracle, Little Boss’s right arm was not regenerating at all, no matter how hard she tried, much less using her godlike status to override logical common sense and restore her right arm to its original state.
On the other hand, the cat, like Crystal, was transported right into Xana’s remaining hand, which she then began to open up her mouth widely and devour whole, leaving nothing behind while murmuring to herself inwardly.
’Mhmmmm... quite the odd taste indeed, not to my liking for sure, but with this, I can finally see so result. Ohhh, this flavor, I see, I see... hehe... so that’s how her ability works, this is interesting.’
’So it’s called Mirror; anybody who hits you directly, in direct contact, or is within a 10,000-ter range will face the consequences of whatever assault you get, including a full recuperation of damages and status effects. Well, this is a terrifying power, so that is why you dodge because I extend the distance.’
When Xana ingested the purple crystal, information regarding the opponent’s ability, as well as her other skills and fighting style, flooded her consciousness. This was, of course, due to her 7th Miracle ability being triggered, Mangetsu. It was one of the three miracles of her Atman Bastet, which she currently possesses within Substance body.
Unlike her third miracle, Nichibotsu, which allows her to spread her Atman Bastet range to increase her attack potency by targeting not only her enemies’ physical bodies and souls but also anything connected to them.
It was the reason why she could easily destroy an infinitely sized domain all at once because this domain was originally connected to the succubus, and since these succubuses were her target, to begin with, the domain itself naturally beca a target, allowing her to burn away everything in existence at once.
anwhile, her first miracle, Hinode, was not a defensive ability, though it could potentially be used as one depending on the scenario; nonetheless, excessive use of this ability is not recomnded. Hinode performs a simple thing: it absorbs the user into Bastet, converting everything except the conscious mind and soul into the special miasma Bastet produces.
Once absorbed into the core, it will reconstruct your body, repairing all injuries and expelling all status effects, restoring it to top health. However, there is a cost to this healing, which can be referred to as borderline resurrection; every ti it is used, it removes one-tenth of your mory as a trade-off; therefore, it should only be utilized if you have no other options.
In previous circumstances, however, if Xana had not repaired Substance after Little Boss mirrored her own strike against her, she would have progressively faded into oblivion. However, after careful analysis, she was able to rapidly circumvent this botherso ability of hers using the 7th miracle. But she could additionally accomplish sothing else with the power of the seventh miracle.
’Divine seal: Judgnt.’
As soon as Xana repeats this ntally, the wound on the arm she stole from Little Boss begins to glow, and innurable ancient Egyptian-like symbols spread throughout her body. As a strange and incomprehensible power invaded her physical being, the flying Little Boss began to drop from the sky, as if she had lost her capacity to fly, and headed straight for the flas.
"Wait, wait, what the hell is this shit? My power? It’s goOONEE... aghhh!!"
Little Boss began to fall downward without warning, directly into the flas produced by Nichibotsu. Xana had her right where she wanted her. Mangetsu had three powers that make up the seven miracles: judgnt, atonent, and retribution
Judgnt was one of Mangetsu’s three abilities, and what it did was simple: it imposed one of three punishnts: sealing, dreadful fate, and, last but not least, the death penalty. Although hitting the last two punishnts when the wheel of fate rolls is more difficult than one may assu:
The chances of judgnt landing are 85%, while the chances of Dreadful Fate landing when the skill prerequisites are satisfied and triggered are 10%, although the last and most extre punishnt, the death penalty, has a paltry 5% chance of happening in modern terms, so it is not a certain spin.
The duration of these sentences is as follows: depending on how many cris you have committed, how many people said person has killed, and how many people they have hard in any manner, the skill will determine how long the sentence will be sealed, and the caster will be inford of the duration, along with all information about the target ability and cris.
While the target’s overall sin determines how fucked up or cruel the scenarios the inflicted will be locked within, it also determines how long this ability or, even worse, this curse will be active.
On the other hand, the death penalty is unconcerned about any particular conduct or sin; if it is carried out, it results in death itself. Most of the ti, the death penalty is severe and horrible, and once killed, one’s soul is cut off from the path of reincarnation, as their soul’s mind and body are erased without the possibility of return.
Xana Atman was designed in such a way that it resembled the broad concept of what it ans to believe in God, thus its nurous applications, since Bastet is capable of creating, destroying, healing, seeing, prediction, killing, cursing, sealing, and many other things.
And after years of training and gaining an unimaginable amount of pure combat experience with it, Xana had mastered her Atman in such a diversified and adaptable manner that she felt convinced she had a solution to practically every challenge that ca her way.
The succubus was undeniably formidable, but she has over forty thousand years of raw battle experience, and the constant stimulation of life experiences has made her current persona unmovable, much like her fighting technique.
The devils are not regarded as actual devils unless they have unlocked the Atman, and believe it or not, many devils in hell are unable to exhibit it due to the conditions required for its manifestation. For starters, they must co to terms with who they are and why they are here. Enlightennt is the only way for the devil kin to unleash the Atman, which is the embodint of the notion they represented.
Most devils enter the universe unaware of the collective negative perceptions of human understanding that led to their creation. In Xana’s case, she was no exception; yet, her birth was not an accident; rather, it was a terrible and strange incident that gave rise to her present perspective. Eventually, one thing led to another, and she discovered that the ideology she represented was that of a cultism.
In so ways, they were similar to Annix, although both the devil and demons are born from one of the nine demonic archetypes, which reflect human sins and actions across the multiverse. In her instance, she was the manifestation of cultism, born of envy-type demonic beings. In her case, she belonged to the Blood Lamia Clan, a race of devils born out of the aggregate concept of human envy.
Unlike Little Boss, who is one of the Lust Demons of The Underworld, or Lust Arctypes of the demonic entities who reside in the three infernal mugen, "The Underworld, Purgatory, and Hell, which comprise the Naraka, also known as the Demonic Trigon," The Underworld is ho to demons; Purgatory is ho to the nine Demon kings and nine Devil emperors and acts as a bridge between The Underworld and Hell, along with the spiritual prison that contains and punishes the evilest condemned entities across the multiverse; and Hell in itself is the abode of the devils.
The Naraka is one of the most terrifying places to behold, as everyone who enters is certain to lose their mind since it is a place solely for the vile, cruel, and unacceptable of individuals, or demons and evil spirits themselves, as terror and evil actions are as prevalent as human breathing air in that region of nightmares.
But for now, Little Boss was none of that, since Mangestu’s judgnt had completely sealed her abilities. Making her a mortal woman. How long would she stay like this? Well, from what Xana saw, Mangetsu sentenced her to 3,493 years, 5 months, 13 days, 16 hours, 28 minutes, and 11 seconds of mortality. Given all of her misdeeds, Bastet forced upon her its final judgnt.
In simple terms, this battle was officially over.
"A fitting end for a succubus, won’t you agree? Burn by the passion of your own lust; a lovely way to go out indeed hehehe!!"
"Although this brings back mories, it reminds of my younger days when I was scamming humans out of their most valuable possessions, tricking them to give sothing sentintal value in exchange for my service of warding off demons and sealing evil spirits away. Although I must admit, I do miss the older age of mankind, when humans were much more foolish than they are today."
"I used to traverse the streets of ancient Japan in Heian-kyō. I flooded their domains with demons and evil spirits, pretending to be a wandering Onmyōji by the na of Lady Kon. Humans were so easily duped, and manipulating them had never been easier, and their desire for power just made things all the more rrier."
"I must thank you, Little Boss. Despite the ssed-up position in which my adorable little sli child found herself, you helped recall sothing positive. As a thank you for this reminder, feel comfort in knowing that your death will be an instant one, since my flas are designed to obliterate anything that cos into contact with them."
And so said, so done. The mont Little Boss made contact with the fire, she was burned to nothing, leaving not even ash behind to blow in the wind.
"Good, now that she is out of the way, the core should be easier to locate no...
*Stab!!*
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"Ho..agha..how?!... *gasp*... are you...
"Heheh, still alive... scheming mongrel!"
A voice flickered from behind Xana, pink hair blowing in her face, and when she looked up, she was surprised to find Lorraine, who had been resurrected. This astonished her; after all, her strike should have physically, ntally, spiritually, and conceptually erased her, Xana reasoned.
Lorraine, taking her by surprise, crept up behind her and stabbed her in the stomach with a massive black great sword that appeared to be made of mummified flesh at first glance. However, as the blade was lodged in Xana, she felt her strength fade as an enormous and overwhelming surge of negative energy flowed through her.
Amid response, Xana’s black sun form flickered as the sea of arms withered, leaving nothing but a flicker of black, a small dim light floating beside its master, a pitiful pinprick amid the expanse of the dreamscape. Lorraine, a picture of twisted beauty, surrounded her victim with a cold smile.
The greatsword in her palm, forged from 666 nightmares, dripped with a sticky, bloody substance that escaped its black form, a somber reminder of Xana’s open abdominal wound.
"Took you long enough to kick the bucket, Devil!"
Lorraine drawled, her voice full of syrupy bitterness.
"Though considering the state of your current self, maybe a slow descent into oblivion is more your style."
Xana coughed, releasing a jagged spray of red mist from her lips. Her once-bright flas flickered like a burning candle, reflecting the waning brightness in her eyes.
"Don’t get too cocky, succubus."
She rasped, her fading voice just above a whisper.
"Cheap fucking shot, pink bitch! Cough! Fuckkkkk, ugh, fwuccckkkk... this ga is far from over."
Lorraine sneered at these remarks, producing a nasty sound that resonated across the fragnted worlds.
"Over? My love, it has only begun; when you entered our domain, your fate was already decided; you’re playing by our rules, and not the other way around."
Her smile widened, revealing a row of sharp teeth gleaming with malicious intent.
Lorraine charged toward Xana with trendous speed.
Another large blade materialized out of nowhere, its purpose previously known, as the sharp and large blade smashed into Xana’s side before vanishing. A horrible crunch resonated as the blade slashed through skin, flesh, and bone, launching Xana into the air.
A terrible scream ca from her throat, but she was quickly drowned out by another flood of blood.
Lorraine turned the blade with a cruel smile. The rich aroma of iron filled the air as blood began to bloom around the wound like a horrible flower. Xana writhed, her once-mighty figure reduced to a pitiful puppet dancing on the ropes of misery.
"Poor little you, no weird ass fire to save you now, ha, heheheh, serve you right you freaky bitch?!"
Lorraine purred, her voice full of alarming delight. Lorraine unleashed a flood of violence with every nasty word she said. Her fists, filled with her own miasma, began to pound on Xana’s body as she spoke. Blood, a terrible tapestry of crimson, showered down on the shattered landscape below as she continued to pound down on her in an unforgiving manner.
To the point that Xana was reduced to the state of a broken doll, but even then she swung out with a bloodied fist, her defiance flickering like a dying fla. It hit with a horrible thud on Lorraine’s jaw, the previous blade buried deep into her stomach. Her furious response temporarily shocked the succubus. However, the victory was brief.
Lorraine, her eyes filled with vicious joy, repaid the favor by retaliating with a fury of punches. Each punch was a hamr strike that broke bones and tore muscles. Xana’s wail beca a choked gurgle, lost in the howling winds that swept across the fragnted dinsion that was being broken down as a result of her Bastet’s.
After Lorraine was finished, she laughed as she brutally removed the greatsword from Xana’s back. A fountain of blood erupted, turning the air into a horrifying scarlet as her intestines and spinal cord were pushing out from her back. Her body, covered in raw wounds, collapsed limply in Lorraine’s hands, flew underneath her, and caught her from below.
"That was for killing earlier!"
Lorraine spat, her voice full of scorn.
"Turns out, you’re nothing more than a cheap imitation of the original hmmm!! From what my husband has said to us so far via our blood blond, the previous person controlling that body was hard to deal with."
"But from what I see, that might as well be bullshit; but as a very petty person, I love my get-backs."
Lorraine thrust the greatsword into Xana’s stomach again, this ti from the front, twisting the blade with wicked happiness. She didn’t stop after one violent shove. Nay!! Instead, she went at it 20 more tis just to be sure. The sword entered and exited Xana’s damaged form in a brutal manner, each excruciating stroke followed by a wet squelch.
Xana, her body a shattered husk, could only manage a gurgling gasp for air. Her regeneration looked to have stopped working; sothing was odd, comparable to what she did to Little Boss. But this pink succubus had found a thod to keep her power sealed as well, quite the irony indeed.
Lorraine, on the other hand, unleashed a barrage of blows on Xana after leaving the greatsword as a macabre souvenir. Her fists collided with a horrible spray of blood and gore, transforming Xana’s face into an unrecognizable jumble and causing a significant chunk to hang off.
Lorraine held Xana up, a monstrous marionette puppet master presenting her lifeless trophy, while her fractured form eventually beca limp. Lorraine’s wicked laughter resonated through the fractured dreamscape as the wind howled in mourning for the fallen devil.
From there Lorrain tossed Xana’s mangled and disfigured body to the ground, causing it to burst in all directions due to the impact causing further internal and external damage, leaving her in a pool of her own blood in the newly ford crater.
However, she had gone comatose due to blood loss. At the sa ti, a random succubus respawned beside Lorraine; it was, of course, the black-haired succubus from earlier that Xana sealed, also known as Little Boss, and she began peering down at the wonderful sight of her opponent’s body sprawling pitifully.
With her lost limb and the old marking removed off her body, she appeared to be in better health than she had been previously. Lorraine, of course, saw her and responded appropriately.
"You did well holding out till I respawned back into the living world Azella; I’m sure this bitch must have been hard to deal with."
"She was difficult to deal with, certainly, but I didn’t expect you to use one of the seventy-two to deal with her. What demon does the sword belong to? It has the sa aura as those primordial monsters."
"Hmm, ohhh, that’s Lord Forneus’ sword, which I borrowed from him to deal with this bitch. That blade was made to slay and cut divine creatures and entities alike, and this demon emanates an unusual amount of divine power. I suspected she has a pact with one of them, which would explain why her attacks were so divine in nature."
"Unlike any other Devil I’ve seen, this woman derives her strength from an apparent divine source. Ignoring it would have slowed our progress toward containing her, and rightly so. Look at her. As impossible as it appears, she possesses both a divine essence and a demonic nature, challenging her own existence. It is a conundrum. It’s beyond how she possesses both heavenly and demonic power at the sa ti, as if she were a Nephilim, but clearly not."
"A power set similar to the Nephilim, ha? What an inconvenience! In any event, are you certain we are safe? She stood up the last ti, you know."
"Currently, only Lord Forneus and I have the ability to remove that sword that is weakening her. It will eat away at everything, both divine and demonic, but especially divine. But the sword also has a variety of additional abilities, so as things stand, she is unlikely to leave that area unless soone assists her."
"In my opinion, leave the freaky bitch there; she needs a ti-out after all the shit she pulled."
"Is that so? Well, I truly hope you are correct.
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『2:59』
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