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The two even eventually came to the topic of Louise and Satan had had enough of their prattling.
He snapped his fingers and the blonde woman disappeared without so much as a goodbye.
“You bastard, what the hell was that for!?” Tibaut shouted at him.
“Throw your tantrum another time, I'm sick of seeing that woman. I thought she changed but perhaps she was always a disappointment.” Satan said as he walked over.
Tibaut got up and ran at him, hoping to relieve his anger rather than cause any sort of damage to the God that brought him into this world until he noticed the surroundings changing.
“I can tell you're in better shape thanks to those around you, so it'd be best if you focused on the present rather than the past before you woke up.”
The tile floor slowly changed to wood and the technology disappeared, being replaced by fine wooden furniture, pottery and books.
“Is this?”
“It is.”
Tibaut would recognise this place no matter how old he got. Not Miguel, only Tibaut.
“My old home…” He walked to a chair and rubbed his hand against the furniture. He felt a pang of nostalgia hit as he soaked in the surroundings.
His eyes lost the warmth they had from earlier and he tried his best to calm himself down.
“How easily can that fragment of Lucifer be brought back?”
“Whenever we view your past life's memories.”
“Good.” He clenched his teeth as he slowly bit down on his teeth. “She doesn't need to see me like this.”
“So we've essentially confirmed the cultists came from your home country.”
“They did?” He asked with a voice drenched in anger.
“Sigh It seems that Bishop did quite a number on your listening skills.”
He slammed a nearby bookcase. “That fucking bastard, when I get my hands on him-”
“You'll do absolutely nothing. You're far too weak for a confrontation with him.”
“The hell I am! Are you telling me I can't beat him if I enter that state when I had the first time I used Ki? I was just tired when he showed up, the next time I see that tin can motherfucker, I'll shove a-”
“Easily, in fact, let me replicate his strength for you.”
Satan slowly faded into the floor, forming a dark spot. The worked-up Tibaut watched him, wondering what he was planning until a shadow emerged from the floor. It wore black armour and Tibaut lost himself the moment he saw it. He ran towards them and prepared as many fireballs as he could. And almost instantly felt several fingers stab into his throat. He looked down to see the armour pushing its hand down into his throat, eventually reaching its elbow it’s elbow. He felt it all. Each inch the arm went into him made him beg to pass out already.
Their positions were reset and the armour shook its head. “I knew there was a gap but this is just pathetic.”
“Satan you bastard, is this your idea of a joke!?” He snarled at the armour.
“It is but it'd also be helpful.”
Tibaut glared at him and formed a fireball in his hand.
“What's helpful about you cosplaying as that bastard?”
“Based on your brief encounter I've created a near perfect replication of his strength and magic. Even the way he fights. It's not perfect but I'd consider it being around 80% of his full potential.” He responded using the Bishop's voice. “And as I have shown you moments ago, you can't kill him.”
“Tch, so is my body accurate?” He asked as the number of fireballs increased in number behind him.
“Of course it is. Though compared to your real body, this is at its physical peak. The ki has once again left you emaciated.”
“Oh, you shouldn't have,” Tibaut answered with venom. “I'll have some fun testing out this bastard.”
“Hmm? I'm surprised you're so energetic considering the pain of your first death to him.”
“First and only,” Tibaut responded.
He fired a barrage of fireballs at him and destroyed a part of his childhood home.
The smoke slowly dispersed and the armour stood in place completely unaffected. “I'm ready to start when you are.”
“You're screwing with me, I know the guy got hurt by that.”
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“Not as much as you might imagine.” The armour flicked its finger and Tibaut immediately felt pain through his body.
“You can't be serious.”
He felt pain but he also felt a massive disappointment. He felt his body sting but with such a display of force, he was hoping for more than feeling like he had been slammed against the floor.
“No…No! Bring Elizabeth out!” He shouted at the armour.
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They shrugged their shoulders before a black mist covered them. Before he revealed the body of Elizabeth he brought a hand out of the mist with the index finger pointed upwards. He seemed to be telling Tibaut to give him a moment.
Meanwhile, Tibaut has convinced this bastard among bastards was trying to mess with him.
(“I guarantee that bastard's gonna try the same shit with Elizabeth.”) He thought as he slowed down his breathing. He slapped his face trying to pull himself together and sat on the floor awaiting Satan's return.
(“So he's the one that did it.”) Tibaut thought. His mind went back to the fateful night his life changed in this world. Seeing the corpses of his parents on the front of their mansion before he was forced to run away.
(“I don't know what your name is or even who you are, but just know, I'm coming for you.”)
The black mist dispersed and Satan emerged with the appearance of Elizabeth.
She shook her hips a bit, doing some sort of dance and Tibaut couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Testing out this body. She's quite limber.”
“Also, what were you doing in there?”
“I just asked a friend to help make her as true to life as possible. From every mole to even the amount of wrinkles on her ass-”
Tibaut raised his hand. “Please don't continue that sentence. Besides, I just wanted to test something out with magic.”
“Really? Are you sure you don't want to get an exclusive look and feel on a body 99.999999% similar to hers?” He said before grabbing the hem of her skirt and lifting it slightly. It exposed more of her thighs than Tibaut had seen before.
He shot a barrage of fireballs at her, with a disinterested gaze. (“I wouldn't mind but… this just feels a step too far. A dream is one thing but having a God replicate her body feels kinda weird.”)
The smoke soon cleared and instead of Elizabeth standing tall from his blast all that was left was a corpse with only half the face of Elizabeth, the other part unrecognisable. The body was charred with bits of fresh flesh poking out every so often.
“H-how could you, T-t-” The body stopped talking and ceased its movements.
“Get up you asshole I know you're trying to mess with me,” Tibaut remarked unamused.
The corpse got up and quickly healed. “Couldn't you have shown a bit more reaction to killing your friend?” Satan asked as she dusted the soot off themselves.
“Fight me at full force now, just like the real thing would.” He took up a pose and the sword materialised in her hand as she ran towards him.
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After three fights against this pseudo-Elizabeth, he was convinced of Satan's words. The three fights followed thus, a spar, a battle and a fight to the death and it was almost terrifying how many of the tells and usual movements of Elizabeth transferred over to this one. The most realistic thing about it was the fact he lost every time.
He sat on the floor of his childhood home with a sword in his abdomen and a smashed head.
He quickly regained his original body and got back up.
“I guess she isn't going to take chances with me anymore after our first fight…”
(“Tch, I thought he would have had a far more harrowing experience being killed repeatedly, but I suppose dying once may have removed said fear. Why must you ruin my fun human? No matter, getting to kill him, even if imaginary, proved relieving.”) Satan thought as he stretched in the body of Elizabeth. “So will you take my offer human?”
“Shut up, I'm thinking here.”
(“Yes human, consider it. The moment you say yes, I'll make sure to keep this experience and implant it in that Saint the moment Gabriel lets her guard down. Let's hope you aren't too rough.”)
“Stop making such a creepy face with Elizabeth.”
They quickly hid their glee and waited for Tibaut to answer.
Tibaut himself held a hand to his head and gave a deep sigh. “So that bastard really is that tough… damn it. Hey, Satan, could you remove their armour?”
Elizabeth sighed before she turned into the armoured man once again. The armour exploded, shooting off in all directions and revealing Tibaut.
“What the hell are you playing at?” He asked.
“Even with my skills, I never got a clear scope of their bodily features as specific as a face. So yours will have to do, currently.”
Now that Tibaut got a better look at them, their body was a bit different from his.
“Okay now stay still.” He asked as a barrage of fireballs formed behind him. He let them loose on the man and after a minute or so of bombardment, the man remained, bruises across his body.
“That's… that's all it did?” He asked. Anger had left him and he was now completely in shock. “Hey Satan could you uh,”
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He quickly began his testing of what it would take to kill this man. He removed his armour and fought him with his gauntlets, he put the bishop’s armour on himself and fought the man armourless, he removed his arm from him and fought him using both the armour and sword he possessed on that night and yet still every scenario resulted in a crushing defeat.
“Alright, so this time try Elizabeth at full power, with the use of her magic helping me, also wearing his armour against him fully nude!” Tibaut demanded
Satan snapped his finger and Elizabeth appeared behind him before putting on the bishop's helmet. They both rushed the bishop and he weathered through Elizabeth’s magic and killed her in about five minutes. With the use of no weapons or armour.
Tibaut was killed about a minute in.
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Tibaut looked up at the ceiling. He had to admit it now. That guy was strong. Absurdly strong.
(“This revenge is going to be harder than I thought…”) His eyes were dull as he looked at the ceiling. He was forced to accept reality after his 2359th attempt against him failed just as miserably as the others. The only times he could reliably beat him was taking away his magic and three limbs.
(“Ah, it was all worth it just to see him like this.”) Satan mused with a smile on his face.
Tibaut limply moved his head in Satan's direction. “...” His eyes still had no life in them.
“Regardless, since the cult originates from your home country, be sure to observe your memories to the best of your abilities. After all, it may give some clues to the current state of the country.”
Tibaut blankly stared at him before he felt his eyes grow heavy. Soon the world became nothing but black.