AN: short chapter, not much explained on Mephisto's side of things. I'll do that next chapter. Ah, you know, given how many chapter already out, and how slow things have progressed, im like seriously wondering how so many people could like the story...
Anyway, enjoy. Remeber to rate and review. Ah, i need to work on that other story of mine too. Been putting that off. Need to start that Glossary that I put up there, haven't added anything to that.
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" Little punk, I'll deliver divine retribution upon your ass!!" Mephisto was flinging bolts of red lighting at a scared-looking Michael.
"Lord Mephistopheles, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Ah, stop! Hey, t-that almost killed me! Ah, no, please calm down!"
"Shut up, damn brat, let me turn you to ash!"
"Lord Mephistopheles, please let me explain!" Michael pleaded as he dodged another bolt of lightning.
The library that they were inside of was now reduced to a shadow of its former self. There were books scattered everywhere and pages that were floating down gently, not to mention the large, gaping hole in the roof of the building that let through streams of sunlight.
There were several bodies lying on the floor. They were slightly burned but not enough to kill or cause severe damage: Mephisto was annoyed by what that pest did but he still wasn't so far gone that he would kill innocents like a it were nothing.
He floated on a dark cloud of ash, his deep red horns that were usually dormant now jutting proudly out of his skull like daggers as he entered a state close to his true form.
His eyes changed as well, becoming pitch-black with small sparks of flames in their depths.
He wasn't trying to kill the lad, not truly. If he were, the boy would be dead over a thousand times by now. No, he wanted to play with the bastard like a cat would a mouse.
He grinned wildly, aiming a bolt compromised of a cocktail of demonic energy and chaos energy at the kid's head. This wouldn't kill him, but it would hurt so much he would be writhing in agony.
The thought pleased him more than it should.
He gripped the bolt of condensed red lightning and flicked his arm, sending it towards the boy in a stream of red.
Michael reacted instinctively, sensing danger. He looked back, saw the incoming flash of crimson, and stretched out a hand in defense.
Instantly a bolt of electric blue fired itself out of his palm and collided against its red counterpart.
The two made an odd reaction, forming a black sphere around themselves as they hit. The sphere began to show lines of red and blue that spread out from its center in intricate designs like a spider's web.
The red lines overtook the blue in mere seconds and the red bolt came out, shattering the black sphere as it left.
The bolt now held streaks of blue and became tree times large in width, the energy within overflowing and causing it to emit sparks of electricity that arched out and struck everything to its sides.
Including the unconscious children. Their bodies convulsed.
Sonuvabitch, Mephisto cursed as his mind took in every detail with an ultra fast pace.
The blue lighting was made of pure divine energy, but a mutated form that resided in the bloodline of only one person that he knew of. This was the Legacy that few of that man's blood could wield.
His own was from chaos energy and demonic energy comvined, the antithesis of divine energy.
Just now the two opposing forces, the red bolt and the blue, entered a special state where they each fought for supremacy.
But how could a bolt thrown from Mephisto, not to mention created using his own methods of energy manipulation praised by Lucifer himself, possibly lose to that of a bolt thrown by some kid still wet behind the ears?
And the moment it won, it "ate" the blue bolt thereby increasing its power ten-fold!
Something like that, the kid wouldn't survive no matter how much he struggled!
Which is why he cursed. This kid, amazingly, was of Zeus's brood. Maybe a mere descendent, or maybe a hidden child. Either way, Zeus was protective of those holding his blood withing them.
If he dies here, that troublesome bastard would probably come seeking some kind of recompense.
But despite his alarm Mephisto wasn't able to stop the attack nor was he able to read h the big in time to save him:He didn't specialize in speed like Loki.
He could only watch as the bolt made its way to the boy, spelling certain doom for the young man.
Michael saw the world as if it were in slow motion, watching as the enlarged bolt made it's way towards him with a sense of both disbelief and surprise.
He knew he was going to die, could imagine the damage the attack would do to him and the state it would do to his body. He could almost smell his own charred flesh now before it even happened.
Michael didn't have the time to think, didn't have the ability to make any thoughts at all in the wake of the prickling numbness that spread throughout his body.
Mephisto, however, was able to think quite clearly and at a much faster rat than the kid.
His thoughts?
*Well fuck.*
But just as they both thought that a death was imminent there was a certain figure that rushed into the scene at an unbelievable pace.
A mere stream of black was all Michael saw at first. It appeared some few feet away, not a large distance at all.
This figure was, of course, Roland.
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He came in front of the blown open library doors just as the bolt left the sphere and acted instantly.
With a single hand, he grabbed the bolt in the middle of it's shaft.
He used the momentum and expertly rotated his body. He made a full circle, then brought back his entire arm as he once again faced Mephisto.
With everything done in one fluid motion he hurled the bolt back at his friend with all his might, the action creating a great gust of wind as it left his palm.
Mephisto only had time to blink at his friend's sudden appearance.
Fu--
But the curse, even done with the speed of thought, wasn't able to be completed before the bolt strick him square in the forehead. His body was wracked with a intense pain and he was shaking as it's wild energies torn into him.
Like his entire body was being boiled from the inside out and his flesh was being bitten by thousands of poisonous ants. The lightning arced and was absorbed by his harns, making him scream a bit.
His horns were sensitive, like all those whose head bore similar protusions. He knew that a small black mark would be left by the attack, a stain on the center of his forehead.
But that wasn't all.
Michael saw the figure disappear from his sight, only to show itself once more behind Lord Mephisto.
The figure stopped itself in mid-air, hovering just behind him.
Michael instantly recognized the face and feelings of both relief and gratitude spread through him. It looks like he was saved!
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Mephisto fet something behind him as his body was still lit from the bolt and a second later his hair was grabbed.
The next thing he knew, his body was sent flying to the ground. The force of the movement was extraordinary, smashing him into the ground so hard he was buried nearly a foot deep into the hard floor.
He wasn't hurt from the impact, but he was surprised.
Then Roland smiled at him from above.
" Nice to see you again, old friend. But to make such an attack against my student, not to mention the light injuries you placed against all these others....how arrogant you have become. I have a responsibility to protect these guys, you know? I know you held back, but I can't let this go, now can I? Sorry, but would you quietly lay there and accept what's about to happen? Thanks in advance~"
His smile grew, dark and cold.
Mephisto felt a chill from the sight.
Roland then held out an arm and conjured a bolt of lightning similar to the other two...but this on was obsidian black with veins of azure blue light coming off it.
It didnt look like lightning, no, it looked more substantial that that, more tangible.
Mephisto recognized the thing as soon as it appeared. This was something that he had used rarely, something that he copied and improved from Mephisto's own attacks. It was something that he liked to do on some occassions, use his opponents' attacks against them. To make them his own and bring them further to perfection, as if to mock them.
And the reason the bolt held such color was because it was was partly infused with his own spiritual energy, his essence. He literally squeezed out his own unique energies to shape the thing, didn't bother to borrow power from outside forces like Mephisto did by instiling chaos energy into it.
How he shaped it to make the thing so stable, Mephisto was never told. He only knew the terrifying might the black bolt possessed.
Mephisto got up quickly to move, but he was too late. Roland didn't throw the thing, he appeared right over him and struck down with a great force.
Mephisto's chest was struck.
It seemed as if the colors of the world became inverted, everything appearing distorted and hazy. There was a certain silence that was created but after a mere second everything became normal again, as if nothing had happened at all.
Michael inched closed. He saw it then, the large, gaping hole in Lord Mephisto's chest, his long hair looking wild and unkempt. His eyes stared up at the sun that peeked through the destroyed ceiling, lifeless.
He turned to Roland, shocked. " You...you killed him...?"
He couldnt believe it. The thought was incomprehensible. This man had lived for so long, had such power and prestige that the thought of him being killed was totally unthinkable.
He knew that he held back, that if he wanted the man could have killed him a thousand times over.
How could someone like him....
Roland looked at him as if he said somethng stupid. " Are you touched in the head, boy? Why are you even making that face? He almost ended your life, you know. Also, how can that stubborn guy be killed so easily? Dont think he's that weak. You are seriously underestimating his ability to take damage. Honestly, how laughable." He shook his head.
"But..." Michael looked at the still body doubtfully.
Roland did the same.
He grabbed him by his overly long hair, pulled him out of the ground and threw his body a bit aways.
Then he kicked him mercilessly, " Oi, how long are you gonna sleep for? Wake up, i'm not going to carry your lazy ass. And don't overreact, neither me or Loki are in trouble. Oh, and yes, we know Gehenna's here. Just get off the floor and come with me."
Throughout everything he didn't once stop his ruthless kicking.
Michael's eyes nearly popped out at the scene.