Chapter 16
Surrounding Kuoh Academy in a blue dome of magic, a bolt of lightning strikes down in the clear sky. The powerful strike, but a flee’s tickle, to the body of Kokabiel. Holding off the powers of corrupt holy men with their demonic powers, the ORC with Elise and Shino attempts to defeat the warmonger with his hounds and servants. Tired, exhausted even, and bruised to bits. Elise faces against the Excalibur, her armor broken and cracked, with her spear broken without the tip.
Freed runs at her, an excalibur of five fragments in his hands, she jabs the sword to the side; however it bends and morphs a hard turn, extending. From her right hand, she throws a bolt of purple flames at the blade. The demonic energy pushes the blade from its tracks and she throws her head up. In the distraction, her body stabs Freed in the chest, but his bone stops the pole as if made of steel. From above, a pillar of purple energy strikes down as lightning, nevertheless it was pointless with the defenses of Excalibur. Freed chops the pole even further down and kicks Elise’ body. As her head falls, Freed lines up the cut.
The blue magic dome shatters as a falcon’s long cry lets loose; black and purple flames of a large bird-like shape swoops far. It catches Elise’ head and lands in front of her body, blocking the excalibur from striking it. As the flames settle down, a zweihander of black smoke blocks Excalibur on his back.
His deep voice chuckles lightly as the man wipes off dirt from her face, he says, “You look like shit happened fast.”
“Well you-...” She stares at him, rolls away with a giant blush. “- you look good.” He wears a tight black suit with no jacket or tie, his suspenders being white with his shirt a persian purple. On her skin, his warm hands touch her with life. “Finish this for me?”
“Well- if you insist.” He tosses her to her body and grabs hold of his sword, the blade ignites violently with fire, spewing violet magma on the ground. “Freed Sellzen, as member of he katholike ekklesia, divided spawn of hell; you face Alexandre De Mors!” His zweihander shrinks down greatly, with additional magic runes, the sword changes completely to the mainz pattern of gladius. “Nōn effugere potes.”
Alex prowls the grounds, staring down on Freed. “Etiam!” He stabs high and as Freed blocks, Alex delivers a very powerful uppercut to his jaw. Alex kicks Freed in his core and cuts the exorcist in the throat. With quick recovery, he thrusts the blade into Freed’s neck, “Pugna non perfecta est!” He pulls out and kicks Freed away, letting him heal once again. Alex’s sword lengthens and thins, morphing to a spatha. Freed jumps up and attempts to chop down on Alex, but the strike down is side-stepped. “Effugisse debes!” Alex yells, earning Freed a stab into the ribs and ripping slash out the back.
Decapitating the central head of a cerberus, Xenovia kicks up her sword and rests it on her shoulder. She helps Issei back as the temperature around Alex rises slowly, becoming visible ever so slowly.
“Thanks!” Hyoudou pants out, falling into exhaustion.
Elise limps over to the peerage, resting on what remains of her spear. “We need to retreat, Alexis is getting stronger.”
“How much stronger?” Rias asked
Elise points to the ground, around Alex’s feet, the ground melts to magma. The group back away, returning to their base to see they have both far enough to live and close enough to help.
Grabbing the Excalibur with his bare hand, Alex crushes the blade to a pole. He drags Freed to him and stab him in the eye with his longsword’s crossguard, the blade slowly regaining the original form and look it held. “Dēmissa manē te!” He kicks Freed back down to the dirt. The longsword lengthens to that of a greatsword, Alex flourishes the sword gleefully. Freed slowly gets up, not of injury, but in shivers. Cold tingles his spine, but the ground melts widely, the air is blurred as invisible haze takes over. Alex looks down on Freed, holding his sword far back in the stance; Posta di Donna, with only his right hand. On his face is a wicked grinn, toothy with the eyes of pure contempt.
Freed shakily asks, “Just what are you!?”
Alex kicks the excalibur to Freed’s feet. “Pick it up.”
“You’re no real devil!” Freed lifts the sword slowly, “What are you!?”
Alex boastfully twitches his right hand as though he is about to swing; he grabs Freed by the shoulder and drags him down into the newest magma, burning and healing, he screams. As Freed gets up, with an upward sweep, Alex decapitates the stray, “Quod non rursum occidas.” He kicks the sword up and rests it on his shoulder.
Picking up the excalibur, Alex throws it at Kokabiel’s feet. “Pick it up.” Looking at the deformed sword, Kokabiel cautiously steps back, wary swelling inside him. “Pick. It. Up.” Alex steps over the body of the ex-priest, a yellow spear of light impaled in his chest. Alex laughs as he passes by, “I can’t believe you remembered; “Woe is time for thee.” I can’t believe I said something so idiotic.” He clears his throat; “Mala ultro adsunt. Darkness feeds on your fear.”
Being out of reach for each other, Alex swings his sword in an arc that spews magma at Kokabiel. Kokabiel jerks back as his clothes get singed, so Alex pushes forth with the spinning of his sword, vertically and full of pressure. In the palm of his long nailed hands, Kokabiel forms a sword of yellow light and catches Alex’s sword. Shifting to Kron swiftly, Alex lifts their swords and kicks Kokabiel in the stomach. He then cleaves down into Kokabiel’s shoulder.
“You should have stayed in your place!” Alex rips and cuts deeper into the collarbone, “Far. As you did when I reaped God.” Alex’s head flickers in fire until igniting into a black flaming skull.
“I’ll go back!” Kokabiel screamed in terror, “I’ll go back into the crystal, I swear!”
“Futue te ipsum; Nōlo superstes!” Alex releases his wings, two black flaming, white feathered wings spread far and envelope the two. Screams beyond explanation, so painstaking to the ears; one that not even a man wishing for their mother’s embrace could release. Screams from one man with the power of all whom suffers in the inferno! A whale eaten alive by a swarm of bees! A girl dragged into the den of hyenas in the dead of night! All come from within, until an hour later, silence finally arrives. The wings open to just Alex, where Kokabiel once kneeled is a blackened skeleton with feathers burning around.
His wings fold and disappear, his fire slowly dimming until he stands alone in silence, deafening. His hands are scarred once more, on his new face is a burn that coats his left cheek and ear. He rests his flamberge zweihander standing, arms outstretched and holding onto the pommel. “I think I’ll be wearing less black for the forthcoming centuries.”
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