Alissa turned to Mylos, her eyes widening as the door shut in her face. Aysla shouted, and she turned around to block the fist that came smashing down. She staggered back, calm as she noticed Aysla getting engaged by the other in combat.
“Undying aberrant, please bear me witness.” The man standing before her spoke in a calm voice, the daggers slipping out of his sleeves gleamed in a vicious light, “That I, Robert of the Light, took all he had in sending you back to where you belong—”
He leapt forward and crisscrossed slashed her exposed chest, “—Hell!”
Blood splattered across the area as she staggered back, her clothing ripping open to expose her skin. Alissa stared down upon her ripped open flesh, watching as the wound healed, then her facial expression turned fierce.
She dashed forward, ducking under his overhead curve and punching him in the abdomen. The force from her punch rocked his insides, sending him staggering back in pain and shock. He spat out a mouthful of blood and ran forward again, this time faster than before.
Aysla on the other hand leaped to the side, dodging as the massive hammer crashed down upon the ground. Her expression turned grim as the hammer lifted, revealing the deep crater created. The owner turned to her and charged forward, throwing its weight in her direction.
She dodged the strike again, frowning as the man chased, his robe fluttering in the wind, “Why is the church so adamant in their plight? No matter how hard you try — no one can eradicate demons from this world!” she dashed forward, flickering to the side as his hammer collapsed.
“That won’t work!” he shouted as he stepped forward, swinging his hammer upward, smashing it into her jaw and sending her flying into the air, “I, no, we will purge you today. It is you demons that remain adamant! They is no escaping the light, aberrant!”
Aysla crashed on her back, struggling to her feet. These clowns were dressed in the robes of the church and their power levels put them near or even beyond that of a hero. She cracked her neck, a cold light in her eyes as she dashed forward.
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“Heh!”
The woman grabbed his collar, and Mylos grinned as they fell into the bar. She was atop him, the madness in her eyes piercing as she lifted her hand and balled it into a fist. He caught her punch in a blink, bursting out into a laughter as she pressed down hard.
Lisa and the other demons turned to them in silence, waiting for Mylos’ order. The woman wore a maddened expression on her face and Mylos was locked beneath her. To the demons, he looked so calm.
“So you are the one that wants to destroy the church?” she drew her fist back, and his hand was dragged along until he was pulled up and their faces were inches away, “Is this the strength you will use to destroy it? So pathetic… incredibly disgusting…”
Mylos’ grin froze and his gaze hardened. He headbutted her in the nose, pulling her forward and punching her in the abdomen. He threw her over his shoulder, standing as her slammed down on the ground, sending dust flying.
“Kill her.” He gave the command and the demons rushed towards the woman. Mylos staggered to a safe distance, frowning at his tattered clothes. This was all part of his plan. He was not the smartest but not the dumbest either.
“Kill me?” she asked, standing to her feet and bending her waist forward as a satisfying pop was heard. She snapped her fingers and a blade formed in thin air, emitting steam as its lustrous golden edge was revealed. She grabbed the blade, “What foolishness.”
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She waved her blade, a golden crescent shot out from it and cleaved through the demons before her. Mylos turned in curiosity, his gaze turning cold as he watched the demons get burned by a gold flame until they could not move.
He stretched out his hand and his heart skipped a beat. He could not regain control! He turned to the woman, his pupils dilating as she entered a stance. Mylos watched as she dashed forth and in that instance, a golden light collapsed upon the demons.
“Impossible!” he thought to himself, staggering back, “Is this some sort of miracle or a skill? How is she able to interfere with my energies? What sort of monster is— Shit!”
Ten more demons fell and she dashed for him, ignoring the rest. He rolled over to the side, an icy aura extending from him as the golden crescent crashed into the door, blowing it up. He stood calmly, then burst into a sprint, evading the crescents that were hurled in his direction.
The counter was torn up and multiple explosions rippled through the area. Mylos sneered, “Are you going to bring down this building on the both of us?”
“Yes.” She replied, leaping forward and dashing across the counter. She swung her blade at the demon’s face but the grin that remained frozen face caused her narrow her eyes.
Then — Clang — Mylos staggered to the side, his blade drawn and scabbard dropped. Jumping into action immediately, he hacked for the woman’s face with a vicious collapsing cleave and their blades clashed again, causing the duo to retreat calmly.
“Fool. Humans are so foolish.” He dashed forward again, swinging his blade and cutting a curve across the air, leaving a gashing wound on her cheeks as she retreated further, backing up a wall, “It is stupidly amusing. Do you think you can survive the collapse?”
She lifted her hand to her face smearing the on her cheeks with her fingers. She chuckled, then stepped forward and stabbed with her blade. He parried, and she side-stepped with a counter as he defended calmly. He stepped back, and she chased.
Mylos swung his arm, and the butt of his blade slammed into the side of her head as blood was splattered on his face. She stabbed her blade through his shoulder, twisting the blade as he laughed.
“I am a demon and unlike you pathetic humans, I am impervious to mortal attacks…” he sighed, glaring down upon the wound that refused to heal, “Interesting. Your blade is infused with elements directly counteracting with mine. Sadly, that is the height of the tricks.”
He twisted his blade and she grimaced, “Unlike me, you are vulnerable to these weapons. Do you want to be reminded of what other weapons human are not impervious of?” and she replied with an icy glare, forcing him to chuckle.
As if on cue, Lisa and the other demons flipped over their tables. They all dragged out guns from underneath the tables. The woman turned to the demons and her eyes widened. She tried to escape, but Mylos grabbed her.
“Fire!” he shouted, pulling her into his embrace and turning to face the demons, her head on his shoulder and his lips to her ear as he whispered in a cold tone, “Let us have you show us some sort of miracle, human.”
The dullness of the evening lit up with gunfire and blood sprayed across the counter. Mylos was calm, his arms wrapped around her tight as she squirmed. Holes were put through them, blood was sprayed and bullets wasted, until her squirming drew to a halt.
He stood as she breathed in his chest. Her body completely devastated by the weapons, blood pooling up beneath her. She twitched weakly as he loosened his grasp around, staggering back and lifting his blade to finish her off, “Goodbye, hunter…”
Her hand loosened around the hilt of her blade but only for half a second. Her grip tightened around the hilt as the gunfire slowed to a halt and she exploded with strength! Mylos’ gaze turned cruel as her blade sliced his arm clean off, dragged out of his shoulder.
“Hunter?” she coughed, grinning as she tightened her grip, “No. Fool. My name is Madeleine of the House of Order, and I believe I have shown you that miracle you so seek.” Her grin faded, and a grim look formed on her face.
Her wounds healed before his sight — reminding Mylos of the last incident, where the Hero had healed a lost limb in an instant — as she stood as if nothing had happened, but the bullets scattered across her, stood as a constant reminder of the past moments.
“Order?” his gaze turned cold. He had not expected to find trouble with other families, but if the fools here were not from the House of Light then he was fucked. He gripped his blade. If these aren’t the church lackeys —
Mylos deflected her blade, standing his ground fiercely.
— who were?