Date A Live: Red Crown Chaplain

27 - Calamity Princess

Writhing anger boils with tension within, threatening the foundation of the physical air and sky. The dark princess continues to be merciless, yet she somehow struggles against those weaker than her.

On one front, the dying mind of a sub-conscious prisoner of her own body confronts with mechanical precision and reflexive strikes resembling that of the magical flesh. On the other, a stalwart actionist with a growing sense of duty and hierarchy, precision driving true through vocal and sword.

The dark princess lets out another cry, her anger continuing to boil. One strike, two strikes, three, and four, exhaustion was mounting unlike anything before.

Charging in might, the inverted Spirit gathers power to use for another strike more devastating than an earthquake.

"NEHEMA!" She swings with veracity, however, just as quickly, the thin tidal wave of mana redirects its wisp, disintegrating into pure Reiryoku like little stars, going towards one person. "WHO?!"

"Hunger... sated..." said Miku, hovering with her hand holding Laura, crowned.

"This is an aspect of your new power, Miku," smiles Laura. Keter Tsahov, or perhaps Keter Tsa'ov, is the olden authority of strife, of hunger, of gluttony, of famine. Striving for this taste comes at the price of desire.

Now that Miku's had a taste of the inverted Spirit's Reiryoku, she smiles, almost wickedly, in indulgent expectation. "More... More!... MORE!" Her pretty face grimaces a horrific demeanor, of starvation, of lust for power.

"MORE TRICKS! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!" yells the once-Tohka.

"My lord!" Tamae blurts out. Covering her mouth as she realized what came out, she briefly trembled before coughing to clear her throat. "M-Miku, Laura, t-thank you for the assist." Her posture was firm and perfect, her bow respectful and honorable. 

This perfection of action could only describe this attitude in one word—duty. Her heart swelled up with the desire for duty towards her monarch, or perhaps monarchs. That innate feeling as she was given this rebirth has exemplified and amplified itself more than what she thought. Honestly, it was unsettling, nearly frightening, almost making her shiver how much she had changed when in the presence of them.

"Our goal is to disable, right?" Laura tells, resembling a confidence—and maybe an arrogance—she had not possessed since her first appearance in this aspect of existence. "With Miku's help, we can do this!"

"How may I be of service, my lo... L-Laura?" She places a hand over her heart.

"This Crown shall consume all. Protect me as I drain her of her Spiritual power. She must've already used up much, but I will consume the rest—to exhaust her." She leers at the gritting inverse Spirit.

This raging berserker; she has the mind of Tohka's old self, everlasting in caution and apprehension towards who she considers her enemy. Tohka always had her guard up and wasn't enough of a fool before to fall for paltry tricks or meager deceits, and that's because of her caution towards things that may possibly harm her.

That all changed when Shido came into the picture. When the name and their met lips sealed the deal, her foolishness came to rise. She was naive—gluttonous yet kind. In short, she was nothing short of a faint-hearted individual, falling for the promises and emotions that led her to her happiness with Shido.

The dark princess does not share this weakness, and therefore, she will be ground zero to a new foundation of what could have been—from zero, building up from the foundations a cautionary being of berserk might.

She lunges from the air she occupies and drives many slashes at the monarch pair but is met with significant resistance from the strangely coordinated Tamae and Powers. She growls and hits them with another grand strike from Nehema, to which they adeptly evade.