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Seeing Mila ascend into the sky sparked a complex mix of emotions within me. As I watched her rise, I couldn't help but feel enraged by her decision to side with the humans who had once betrayed her. The potential she held, her immense powers, it felt like a waste for her to align herself with those who couldn't fully comprehend her true nature. Though I knew she was still naive, the situation demanded drastic measures since we were at the very heart of the void.
Aela's memory haunted me, for I had promised to protect her daughter, Mila. But nowhere in that promise did I swear not to bring harm to her myself. However, I never intended to act on this loophole within our contract. Circumstances, however, seemed to force my hand. I believed that Mila had become a genuine threat, and for the sake of the power I sought, I had no choice but to kill her.
In my turmoil, I couldn't help but think of Michael. If only he could see her now, fighting for those who had caused her mother's early demise, humans who had tortured her and celestial beings who had exploited her. The arrogance matched his own, and yet she was something beyond him in my eyes.
My blade seemed to resonate with my emotions, glowing with a sinister red hue, thirsting for blood and embodying my hatred for the world and its creation. My heart was engulfed in fury and rage, the darkness within me mixing with the lingering whispers from the void. The black demonic blood in my veins boiled, and darkness enveloped me, whispering its malevolent temptations.
Holding the void orb in my hand, I could feel its power, a force beyond my wildest imagination, begging me to unleash it. This was the strength I had sought for thousands of years, now laid bare before me, enticing me to wield it.
My focus zeroed in on Mila, surrounded by bat-like monsters emerging from the darkness. As she fought them off, I felt an overwhelming desire to harness the darkness and its infinite wisdom. With the darkness now speaking directly to me, I called upon the evil energies that made up the vast void to create a demonic convergence like none before.
As the wisps surrounding us turned pitch black with red flames at their cores, I formed tendrils of dark energy that reached out and absorbed their life force and mana into my body. The once joyful and mischievous wisps cried out in agonizing torment, their magical forms shattered, all to fuel my newfound power.
Mila, shocked and desperate, pleaded with me to stop, her mind racing with panic. The evil smile that stretched across my face only heightened her fear.
"STOP THAT! CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE HURTING THEM?!" she cried out.
But in that moment, consumed by the overwhelming darkness and power, I felt disconnected from the compassion that once resided within me. My heart hardened, and my resolve seemed unbreakable.
As I propelled myself into the air, the tendrils that had sapped the life force of the wisps followed, trailing behind me. Now hovering in the air, my wings stretched open as I set my gaze on Mila, I commanded the void beasts to halt their assault, seeking to face Mila one on one.
"What is the purpose of you seeking to destroy all the goodness of this world. What do you gain from it? What point is there to endless power if there is nothing you can do with it?!"
"If you think I am doing this to bring about a state of nothingness you are dead wrong... I seek to create an empire, a dominion in which I hail supreme... To those ends, all that defy me, all flames of resistance must be extinguished."
Mila, realizing that I was no longer the person she once knew, charged forth with newfound determination. It was evident that reason and pleas for mercy would fall on deaf ears.
"How brave," I applauded mockingly, raising my sword to fend off her magical air attacks effortlessly, cutting through her projectiles as though they were mere illusions.
"Let me show you the true extent of my power," I taunted with sadistic pleasure, selecting a spell not meant to kill but to prolong her suffering.
"Rain of Fire!"
A torrent of burning hail plummeted from the skies as I channeled the spell. The flames rained down with incredible speed, forming a malevolent cloud above us. Mila was struck by the fiery hail, the sharp icicles tearing through her soft flesh as if it were paper. Her wings suffered punctures in multiple places, causing her to crash back onto the bridge from which she had flown.
The hail of burning ice continued its relentless assault as Mila, struggling to regain her composure, managed to summon a counteractive spell.
"Air shield!"
An orb-like shield enveloped her body, vaporizing the incoming icicles as they made contact.
"Hell Ray!"
A deadly ray of flames shot forth from my palm, aimed at Mila's defensive barrier. The intensity of the attack crushed her defenses, allowing the fiery hail to resume its onslaught.
"Resistance is futile!"
Mila was in a state of shock and agony, her body bearing the burden of the relentless assault. seeing her futile struggle, I descended from the skies, my blade still clutched firmly in my hand, and my feet touched down on the bridge as my wings receded behind me.
As I approached her slowly, I couldn't help but be surprised at how fragile she appeared. Her once angelic feathers were now bloodied and scattered on the ground, yet she defiantly struggled to maintain consciousness, crying out in pain.
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Her battered wings caught my attention, far worse than I had anticipated. It dawned on me that her angelic transformation was only half complete, leaving her vulnerable, just as she had always been.
I stood before her, my demonic eyes locking onto her gaze filled with resentment, disgust, and frustration.
"It didn't have to end this way," I spoke, looking down at her with a tinge of pity.
"You... How did I not see..." coughs blood "Who you really were... How was I so blinded by you that I almost gave you my... soul," she managed to gasp out, fighting to remain conscious.
"I had the power to give you the vengeance you desired. Yet, you turned me down at every opportunity. There was only one way this was going to end, Mila... A shame it had to be like this."
With my blade tightly gripped, I raised my sword before her.
"Do it then..." she replied, coughing up even more blood, her voice trembling but defiant.
As I stood at the precipice of taking her life, another idea surged into my mind, guided by the whispers of oblivion. The dark tendrils surrounding me seemed to dance with anticipation as a different plan began to take shape.
"No... No... I don't think you deserve a fate of death," I mused, savoring the fear that flickered in her eyes. "What you truly deserve, for your arrogance, is something far worse..."
The realization of impending doom gripped Mila, and she couldn't help but tremble at my words.
"To truly defeat someone, to break them, to inflict a sensation worse than death, you must first strip them of the power they hold so dear. Only then will they realize their insignificance, mere pebbles to be stepped on..."
"And to achieve that end, I will steal your powers," I declared, the dark tendrils swirling around me, resonating with my intent. "You will no longer be capable of seeking the vengeance you desire against those who have wronged you. For the remainder of your lifespan, you shall live with a consuming hatred towards those who have harmed you."
The angelic power within her still held promise, a tempting allure for my insatiable hunger for strength. The darkness within me craved that power, yearning to assiMilate it into my own.
"As you witnessed with the wisps, I can siphon the magical powers of creatures into myself and corrupt them. Just as I did with the wisps, I shall now extract all the angelic powers you possess."
"You... You can't do this!" Mila protested, coughing repeatedly, but her defiance was overshadowed by uncertainty.
"I can... and I will," I replied coldly, the tendrils inching closer to her smooth skin.
"No! What are you doing?!"
"This process may cause you tremendous pain. To be blunt, you might die from this... but this strange power you hold is far too enticing to resist."
Using magic, I raised Mila's body, suspending her in the air.
"Too bad... You could have served as a mighty general... or even..." I trailed off, leaving the thought unfinished.
"Or even what?" she questioned, her voice faltering.
"It's of no relevance anymore," I dismissed, my mind firmly set on my course of action.
With my mind now resolute, I approached Mila, taking a deep breath before gently touching her battered wings.
With a swift motion, I tore off her wings from her body. Her body quivered in pain as the blood gushed out from her now-opened wounds. From the excruciating pain, Mila's mind broke, her eyes shot wide open as her breath escaped her body in the form of a tormented scream, only for the scream to fade out into the void, with no one left to hear her, to help her. And as the wings were torn off, my tendrils pierced through her now open wounds, siphoning her mana into my own.
As the stolen magic coursed through my veins, I could feel its potency surging within me. Mila's blood, flowing down the tendrils, served as a reminder of the power now siphoned into my being. It was an intoxicating rush, both exhilarating and disturbing.
Mila now laid unconscious before me, her face etched with torment and suffering, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. For a moment, I felt a flicker of disappointment, a twinge of regret for the pain I had inflicted upon her. I wanted her to fight, however, it did not last long enough for me to savor it...
I suppose this is for the best... A pity.
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As I completed the act of draining Mila's powers, a surge of energy coursed through my veins, filling me with a potent mixture of elation and dark satisfaction. Despite having taken away some of her powers, a lingering thought troubled my mind. I didn't desire her death, but even with her powers drained, I couldn't predict what would become of her. She was a celestial being, not to be trifled with, and her ability to open the void gates, a feat even Grismala couldn't achieve, marked her as something truly special. My pride prevented me from killing her outright.
I pondered thought after thought, as the worry consumed me—what if she returned, seeking revenge against me?
"No, I mustn't overthink it," I told myself, trying to dismiss my concerns. She was now just another elf, stripped of her divine abilities.
Gently, I lowered her unconscious body to the ground, her pale face showing the scars of tears and pain from when I tore off her wings. However, at the gruesome sight I had created, I felt no remorse, no pity.
With the new powers coursing through my being, I experienced an electrifying surge of energy. The vast reservoir of mana within Mila now belonged to me. Still, they were nothing compared to my already vast magical capabilities, however, with all that in consideration I could still feel my magical capabilities growing and even my soul seemed invigorated, all at the expense of hers.
As a Demon God, my relentless pursuit of power knew no bounds. I knew that I was still not even a fraction as powerful as my creator, however, I was willing to do whatever it took, regardless of the cost, to achieve my ambitions, to achieve a power on par as the true Gods. The lives of millions meant little to me if they could pave the way for the future I sought to create. I understood that the world itself would stand in defiance of my aspirations, and I was prepared to confront those odds with unwavering determination.
With a powerful flap of my demonic wings, I propelled myself further into the void, driven by the allure of greater power. Venturing deeper into the void. And yet the lingering thoughts and voices of darkness continued to whisper in my mind, urging me to return and ensure Mila's demise, ensuring absolute victory. Yet, something within me resisted these urges. Mila's powers had been drained, rendering her no longer a threat, and the idea of killing her now seemed unnecessary. With my mind set on my objective, I cast aside these dark inclinations, choosing to continue my journey into the void.
The darkness was displeased with my decision, but they had no choice but to comply, for I now held control over them. With the orb guiding my path, I delved even deeper into the void, my hunger for power growing stronger with each passing moment.