Chapter 15
At a speed that breaks light, Freed swoops behind Alex and swings horizontally; Alex jumps forward and ripost, dragging his sword on the ground and swinging up. However, Freed blocks the strike with his crossguard, getting into a bind at each other’s strength. Alex half sword’s and forces the bind up, he then slams the pommel into Freed’s nose, breaking it with ease. Alex doesn’t relent; he shove kicks Freed to flip his sword so he uses the cross to stab into Freed’s thigh. Alex stomps onto Freed and wriggles his sword free, so he raises the sword to stab into Freed’s chest.
???: “Holy strike!”
A bolt of white fire drives Alex into the grass fields. An old and obese man heals Freed from his wounds, a man in the white and gold robes of a bishop. Alex tears off his coat and charges, in his hands, his sword lengthens to that of five feet, gaining a five inch ricasso with inch long parrying hooks. Two side rings grow from the cruciform crossguard, the crossguard lengthens and curves bladeward; the handle grew to that of three hands, having rounded parts in between grasps, with the pommel changing to the Phenex glyph.
Freed jumps up hysterically with maniacal laughter; Alex stomps his left foot down and spins, chopping directly through the waist of Freed. Despite this, Freed attaches his two and gets back up due to a golden light; the hand of the bishop glows white as he holds onto a cross. Alex holds onto the ricasso and stabs Freed in the stomach, he then slashes out in a downward motion to follow a reverse cut, detaching the right arm of the swordsman. As Freed’s healing begins, Alex throws his sword to the bishop, however, a blurry light of gold smacks the blade aside. Alex summons his sword back in his hands and goes into the basic form of Ochs, resting the blade over his left forearm.
Freed: “Why won’t you get hit!?”
Alex “Because my life is eternal as the sun.”
Freed releases a battle cry as he begins his push, he chops down like an ametur; prepared, Alex catches the sword in his hooks and side steps, cutting into Freed’s neck. However; Freed heals too fast, making the sensation of a push in the stead of cleaving. Alex pushes him to the ground and once again tries to attack the bishop, but Freed moves once more at a blurry speed, binding Alex’s blade. The two begin trading attacking and reacting; Alex would shove his shoulder into Freed and thrust, but Freed jabs the thrust aside and attempts to chop, however Alex steps back and swirls with his sword to create distance. From his chest, anger brews within Alex with every clash with Excalibur, a glowing purple singes the clothes remaining on his body.
Alex thrusts again, but feints it into an upward cut over Freed’s chin and eye. Even with the healing, Freed screams out and reals back in pain, holding his healed eye tightly. Swapping to Mordhau, Alex uses the opening to shatter Freed’s kneecaps, he then fluently jerks back and releases at the same time, allowing the sword to throw back to grab onto the hilt. Freed aims his sword up directly to Alex, but Alex releases a demonic roar and from reverse pflug he chops, he continues to momentum and spins into another chop. Splitting the Excalibur in three.
Freed crawls away, scurrying in the mud back to the street. “That’s not possible! That’s not possible!!!” He screams as he cowards away.
As Alex begins to chase, a giant yellow javelin disintegrates half of his torso and head. The pain, a pain he’s not felt for hundreds of years; real. A torrent of black feather swoops down and grasps hold of Alex, it takes him up far above the clouds.
Kokabiel laughs as he holds Alex and taunts; “I remembered you stronger than this: “Woe is time for thee.” Wasn’t that what you said before I froze?”
Alex stares at him with his one eye, unable to speak, his consciousness fading. Kokabiel does a judo throw, Hane Goshi, returning Alex back to the streets. Alex’s crash craters the road beside Shino, Elise limps to him and drags him into the magic circle. Kokabiel dives down to Shino, but she teleports them all to the estate’s master bedroom. The two get Alex on his bed.
“What-!?” Shino panics as she realizes that Alex’s wounds don’t heal, “What do we do!?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen this before!” Elise rushes to try to stop his bleeding, forming multiple magic circles. “Use the circle in the corner; summon whoever it’s attached to!”
Shino runs to the circle and presses both of her hands on the circle, pouring magic into it, wave after wave, but it continues to eat. Eating away at her magic until she is drained; only then does the circle activate in a show of luminous crimson, Lucifer is summoned.
Lucifer rests the unconscious lady on the wall; “What an adamant being.”
Elise calls to him, her voice trembling, “My lord, please help!”
Lucifer notices the blood covering both the girl and floor, he runs to the bed and is overpowered by the scent of burning blood. On the bed, Alex is kept alive by the acting of Elise’s magic circles, from his right half of his body from the hip is gone, his one eye becoming glossed. Lucifer gets on the bed and whispers an apology under his breath, he then reaches into the side of Alex’s chest. Alex screams out in agony as his chest burns with unwelcoming, the purple flames attack Lucifer’s hand in fury. The inside of Alex is hollow, having no organs under his skin. Lucifer drags out his hand slowly, in his palm, a black heart beats with flames connected to the outer valves.
Lucifer looks at the heart with sorrow and says to the body, “Requiescat en Pace.”
Elise frighteningly holds onto Alex, “No!”
Lucifer continues, “It’ll be fine, it’s just his body that’s dead.” He shows the everstill beating heart. “So long as this beats, he will survive.”
Elise sobs, “But his mind…”
Lucifer ponders this as he forms his magic circle, “We’ll know when we’re done, but this will be timetaking. It’s just, who in hell's name can do this?”
For an entire fortnight, Alex was gone, forcing the two young peerages to defend themselves. In the depths of hidden Hell, where ice is forever, even with the death of its original holder. A masculine frame with two faces, a faceless and a demon, leans over an anvil. Laid across the anvil, finished and smoking black, a zweihander of five feet in length, a slithering blade with a straight sharp tip. The blade itself is black with an orange edge, the parrying hooks are flanged like talons, with the ricasso being wrapped in red scaly leather. The pommel is that of an orange diamond, bulbous and large in size.
Sirzech, the Lucifer of Hell, inspects the sword with the venerated weaponsmith. He comments, “Doesn’t it morph in shape?”
“It can shrink to a one handed sword, it can even straighten its blade;” He holds the sword inverted, the quillons shrink slightly, but the long edge side turns to an hammer head, while the short edge turns to a pike,“the best is the quillons, they can change for better usage.”
Sirzechs smiles widely and nods fast, he then asks, “So why does it smoke?”
“Because the blood of the impossible has quenched this blade, both life and death came to one, divided,” The skull begins, but the demon finishes, “but when life brushes death, united.”
Sirzech brushes his hand across the flat of the blade, “Just how strong shall you reach now, Xerxes?”
In a darkened room, where limbs hang from hooks on the ceiling, purple and orange eyes open. The left eye, purple, is glassed over, as though death is forever taking, but never stopping. The right, orange, gleams in the vibrancy of light, living to the fullest. Together, they scan the room and inspect the body in which they reside. Tan in color, lines show division of limbs and joints. Muscular in shape, they are not natural, cold to touch but flexing as if real. They tap their chest, like that of a sheet of metal, it clangs on contact as such a hammer would a nail.
He rises from bed and looks at his reflection. Hair of reddish brown such as the wood, eyes of heterochromia, and features chiseled to beauty. An evident but soft jawline, cleft chin with stubble black hair, fuller lips that faintly red, prominent cheekbones that hold large eyes above, a decent sized nose with an inner curvature. His brows are black and thick, on his left brow inner, his eyebrow has a cowlick going to the middle. His hair is cut in a low fade with the top being long, brushed back and over, his sideburns reaching his lower ear.
“Not sure how much I like this…” Alex mutters to himself.
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The Lion's Wings (DXD)
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