Alicization: Steel and Lycoris

Quinella, Pontifex and Administrator of the Underworld, Part One

Moments later

Hersyrian pants as he glares down at the ninth head of Orthinanos after she slashes him in his face. "I've never been so disgraced. Even after I joined my most hated bloodline! Mother... Are you watching me now? I am prepared to give up everything for you... Use me and this Orthinanos blood for your experiments. Kill me if you like. Just... Just look at me... Tell me you need me! Love me!"

Medina shakes her head. "Why... Why would you go this far for the Pontifex's love? She barely acknowledges you! Even when you became a monster, she smiles and says nothing! No matter how much you yearn for her, your voice will never reach her!"

"What would you know... Tainted by my own blood, how dare you pity me? Orthinanos! I will never forgive you! I will always despise you, until Mother forgets that your kind even existed. We will not share the same place in her mind!"

Medina twirls her blade. "Then we agree on one thing. I will never forgive you either. It doesn't matter if I carry your blood." Medina leaps out the way before Herysrian crushes her, sliding on her feet. "The House Orthinanos whose honor I seek to restore has no record of your name! So, with the sword passed down through generations, I'll free you from it! From the prison of the eternal bloodline!" Medina runs towards Hersyrian, and unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, her sword glows red and small red flower-shaped lights surround her as she strikes Hersyrian down. They both drop on the ground, Medina panting as the phenomenon around her vanishes.

"Are you alright," Alice asks as we all approach Medina.

"Yes... Thank you, Alice."

"I'm proud of you. You fought valiantly."

I nod. "Yeah, you did really well, Medina."

"Jaymes... I... With my own hands, I..."

I kneel down and hold her shoulder. "It's okay. You did the right thing. I promise you that. I would have done the same to free my old friend. So I thank you for that as well. But we're far from done here." I stand up and turn my head up to Quinella, who hovers over her dead 'son'.

"Of course you have a purpose. I'll show you. So don't worry. Just sleep now. Good boy, my Hersyrian... System Call: ID: W_4300. Fused Creature: Convert to Sword!"

Medina stands up in shock. "What?"

"Is she planning to fuse Hersyrian and the Orthinanos gems into a sword?"

Quinella laughs as the essence of Hersyrian and the Orthinanos family fuses before her. "Finally. I tried so many times, but I couldn't transform the gems on its own. Just as I thought, I needed memories with a strong connection to it." Out of the light comes a red and silver blade. Quinella happenly inspects it. "Hee hee, you really are a good boy."

Alice clicks her tongue. "So its the same principle as the Sword Golem."

"It's similar, yes. But there is a difference. The Sword Golem was forged from desire. Desires from love, lovers, and family made it come alive. To make this sword, I needed a memory with a passionate longing for Orthinanos blood. Whether that longing was love or hatred made no difference. That's why he fused. No other human longed for Orthinanos blood as strongly as Hersyrian did, even as he loathed it. Sometimes hatred can motivate as much, or even more than love. Here's the proof."