White Demon was feeling threatened by the Mysterious Mistress’s evolved Motor, as proof, she was sweating between her loins. “Hey, tramp! I’ve never seen you inside of this Ghoul Stadium before today, so how did a noob like you get your hands on such an exquisite Motor? No doubt you must have slept with some rich old geezer who found floozy like you attractive and coaxed his shrivelled-up ball sack until he gifted you with that sweet-ass ride. Females like you disgust me! You’re no different from a prostitute!”
“What did you just call me?!” Anger was portrayed on the Mysterious Mistress’s visage.
“Seems like I’ve touched a nerve.” Retorted White Demon.
“Selain! Let’s punish that woman for disrespecting us.” The Mysterious Mistress let her rage seep out of her and corroded the atmosphere. She revved the sidebars of her bike handle with bloodthirst present in her eyes, in the next moment, her Motor's front wheel lift off from the ground like it was about to take flight. Fire burst out of the exhaust; propelling the Mysterious Mistress towards the Bull Razor that was 13 metres away.
“You actually dare to challenge me head-on?! Just how bulky is your vagina?” White Demon recalled her multiple circular saw blades then used them to form a protective barrier. Because of her Speed Soul Insignia which was still active, White Demon’s blades not only created a protective barrier but also an impenetrable Vortex Shredder! “Hahaha! You tramp! You’re rushing into your own demise!”
“Don’t be so sure.” Saying this, the Mysterious Mistress swiftly interacted with a variety of controls that were embedded in her C-curve handlebar. “Selain, destroy those troublesome blades once and for all!”
From the majority of skulls which were infixed into her Motor, 2 separated and turned out into 2 extremely large Ghoul Riders. The 2 Ghoul Riders then rode towards the impenetrable Vortex Shredder without a care of their own destruction. 13 feet away from colliding with the impenetrable Vortex Shredder, the Mysterious Mistress let out a resounding cry.
“Now! Ghoul Riders! Blow her to pieces!” Moments after her valiant shout, the Ghoul Riders touched wheels which gave a blinding spark that even caused some of the audience members to cover their faces. When they glance back up at the screen, they all saw White Demon’s shattered blades falling to the ground with infernal remnants all over then.
White Demon’s Bull Razor took some serious damage, she even injured her shoulder. The anterior of her Motor that used to shred away at Rank-B Field Monsters like they were nothing and made everyone fear her had been completely obliterated, not to mention that her Soul Insignia of godly speed had worn out. White Demon was now defenceless without any means of escaping her fate. The Mysterious Mistress was heading down towards her to finish what she had started.
“Not so tough now are ya? Without your monstrous blades, what harm can you pose against me? Selain, finish her!” This time, only one skull came out from her motorbike; forming a singular Ghoul Rider that didn’t delay to rush towards the injured Bull Razor.
Perceiving the approach of the blazing Ghoul Rider, White Demon held her bleeding shoulder with vengeful eyes containing defeat. “Dammit! I underestimated that tramp. Her Soul Insignia wasn’t all that strong the last time she used it. It must be because of that unique Motor of hers. I guess this is the end for me, I can no longer continue this fight.” As she was about to give up all manner of hope and hand over victory to the Mysterious Mistress, she heard a distant voice saying:
Find this and other great novels on the author's preferred platform. Support original creators!
“White Demon! Don’t give up! There’s still a way you can survive, look behind you!”
“Huh?” When White Demon glanced over her shoulder she saw a green Soul Insignia on a grave only 2 tires away from her current position. “What the hell am I thinking? Was I really going to hand over my Silver Ghoul Soul to that tramp?!” White Demon’s eyes regain their lustre. She sat back in her driver’s seat then used up all of her energy to urge her Motor backwards. “Bull Razor! Go for it!” After receiving some stimulation, her Motor stood on its 3 wheels once again as if a pack of Viagra had entered its engine.
The Mysterious Mistress saw this and was concerned. “Huh, she can still move? Why is she still struggling even though she knows she won’t be able to do much in her current state? Is she just that tenacious?” While thinking this, a faint emerald glow caught the corner of her helmet. She looked towards its origin and saw what had given back White Demon her fighting spirit.
“That is a Soul Insignia! Damn, I was careless. I can’t let her get to it. Ghoul Rider! Destroy her before she can activate that Soul Insignia!” The Mysteries Mistress got impatient, she didn’t know what sort of abilities were tucked away in the Emerald Soul Insignia. Maybe it was capable of eliminating her or worse, exposing her identity and she didn’t want anyone to find out. Her distance was too far away to reach there in time. The least she could do was sent out her Ghoul Rider who was a lot faster.
“What?” White Demon’s eyes opened wide like a slut’s vagina when she saw the Ghoul Rider only inches away from condemning her to hell. “Curse you!”
Boom!
The Bull Razor went up in flames after the Ghoul Rider charged straight into it. From the tires to the rims, everything began melting away including the tormentor of souls, White Demon.
“Yes!” The Mysterious Mistress saw this and was overwhelmed by share excitement. If others could see what was taking place underneath her helmet they would be surprised by the intensity of her pearly whites. While enjoying her victory, she suddenly heard a strange voice coming from within the infernal torment.
“Ahhhhh!! I’m burning up! Curse you, you smelly tramp!”
“Huh, so you’re still hanging on by a thin thread? What you’re smelling isn’t my aroma but the scent of your burning flesh.” Retort the Mysterious Mistress.
“You stinking bitch! I’m dragging you down with me if it is the last thing I do! Just you wait and see!” Inside the blazing Bull Razor, White Demon was getting closer to being a crisp corpse. She was suffering from burnt marks all over; her unruly hair had already turned to ash; the breasts that she once adored were nothing but spoiled flesh and all of her pubic hair decided to take a trip to hell. She was in an unforgivable state and yet she kept on clinging to her Motor. What could be driving her so to relinquish all morality and social educate? Was it vengeance? Was it rage? Or was it the thirst for mysterious flesh? The answer was – all of the above.
White Demon decided that it wasn’t time for her to return back to hell, she needed to surmount the fiery shackled that bound her victory. “I won’t be defeated like this. Never!” She started crawling her way to the back of her Motor where an emerald glow was present. “Just a little bit longer. If can hold out for a little bit longer, then that Soul Insignia will be mine…” White Demon reached out for the green glow. Inches away from grasping her target a smile caressed her face. “Yes! I’ve finally reached it!”
After touching the Emerald Soul Insignia, White Demon’s complexion along with her Bull Razor started regenerating. “Yes! I can feel my power returning! When I’ve finished recovering I’m going to turn that tramp into toilet paper and use her tongue to wipe the shit from my asshole!”