The Demon Girl NextDoor

Chapter 15: Blade of Light

With a battle cry that echoed through the chamber, Lilia turned to face the creatures, her sword flashing through the darkness like a bolt of lightning. She fought with a fury that was born of rage and desperation, her every move precise and deadly. The creatures, sensing her strength and determination, attacked her in waves, but she stood firm, her sword dancing through the air with a grace that belied its lethal intent.

As the battle raged on, Lilia could feel the sorceress's presence looming over her, her gaze boring into her soul. The sorceress watched with amusement as Lilia fought, her minions falling one by one before the girl's unyielding blade. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of combat, the last of the creatures lay dead at Lilia's feet.

Panting heavily, Lilia turned back to the sorceress, her sword pointed directly at the ancient woman's heart. The sorceress's eyes narrowed, and a flicker of fear passed through them for the first time. "You foolish girl," she hissed. "You have no idea what you've unleashed." With a wave of her hand, the room began to spin, and the air grew thick with darkness. Lilia stumbled, barely able to keep her footing.

"Your courage is admirable," the sorceress continued, her voice echoing through the chamber, "but it is futile. The power that I wield is beyond your comprehension. You cannot hope to defeat me." The room spun faster, and the darkness grew thicker, making it difficult for Lilia to breathe. As her vision began to cloud, she could feel herself losing control, slipping deeper into the sorceress's grasp.

But then, through the haze, she saw it: a single ray of sunlight, streaming in through a crack in the wall. The light struck her sword, causing it to glow brighter than ever before. With renewed strength, she thrust her sword forward, aiming for the sorceress's heart. The blade pierced the darkness, cutting through the sorceress's robes and flesh with ease. The sorceress let out a shriek of pain and surprise as Lilia yanked her sword free, sending her tumbling from her throne to the floor.

The darkness vanished, revealing the sorceress's broken form at Lilia's feet. She was still alive, but the light in her eyes had gone out. Lilia stood over her, her sword trembling slightly from the effort of keeping it steady. She wanted nothing more than to end this, to put an end to the suffering and death the sorceress had caused. But something held her back. A feeling deep in her heart told her that killing the sorceress would not be enough.

The ruined throne creaked as Lilia sat down, her sword pointing toward the ground. She looked down at the sorceress, now little more than a broken old woman, and felt a mixture of pity and disgust. The sorceress had once been someone's daughter, someone's sister. She had been filled with a terrible darkness, but she had been human once.