Infernal Academia

Chapter 6 - Gale-Force Envy: Part 3

The finely honed blade of the iron dagger came within an inch of ripping Cobalt's neck clean open.  He leaned his head back, teeth grit tightly as Elya swung her weapon with reckless abandon, her eyes widened with bloodlust.  Hopping back on one foot, the Incubus ducked beneath another swing before skirting beneath the Fallen's wing and scrambling across the cold stone floor.

"Elya, please, calm down!" he cried, raising his hands protectively.

Flipping her dagger around, she twisted with unnatural grace and brought it down, slicing through a few strands of his hair as he recoiled.

"Calm?  There is no world without you in which I am calm.  You've been tainted, my love, and I must excise you...!"

"You need to stop!"

"Do not be afraid, my love.  Death is but a great do-over!"

Spinning the blade with practiced grace, the Fallen pointed at her captives accusingly.

"I cannot forgive the actions of these wanton whores!  Their filthy touch has ruined something sacred, and now I am forced to put you down.  Don't you see, my love?  Once Immoderata slits our throats, we will be reunited in eternity!" she cackled, diving for the Incubus.

This time, he couldn't get out of the way before the dagger keened through the stale air.  The iron blade bit into Cobalt's cheek, causing him to cry out in pain as a light spray of blood splatter against the wall behind him.  Her breathing heavy and erratic, Elya raised her knife to her lips and greedily lapped up his blood.

"Ichor of my beloved... so sweet... so fulfilling..." she gasped, smearing red all over her face.

With one hand pressed against his bleeding cheek, Cobalt winced and shuffled back along the ground, desperately searching for something to protect himself with.  He dared not dream of fighting back; she was faster and stronger than him.  Instead, he scrambled across the basement floor, trying to put as much distance between himself and the deranged Fallen as was possible.  But Elya didn't seem bothered by his retreat.

"There's no escaping, my love!  You should know this!  Ocov et!  Amra ilobaid!" she screeched, raising her arm.

Gusts of wing began to rapidly circulate around the Fallen's arm, willing her to plunge her hand into a cyclic vortex and rip a longbow out of thin air.  It was large, comprised of glassy black obsidian.  Producing a glinting arrow from a smaller tear in the air, Elya nocked it and took aim.

"Hush, and still your immaculate heart for me...!"

Letting go, the arrow launched forth from her Obsidian Bow, flying straight and true towards Cobalt.  Screaming, he threw himself behind a pile of old school desks, flinching as the glassy arrow bit deep into the wood.

"Stay still, my love, I beg you!  Menidutitrof ihim ad!  Sutnev!  Satsepmet!"

His heart lurched as he felt a pulse of magical energy suddenly wash across the basement.  Slowly, gusts of ethereal wind began to blow, lightly at first, but quickly growing in strength.  Soon, the howling gale was enough to pick the desks up and smash them against the wall, exposing the Incubus.  Over by the support pillar, Karazelle and Jelli struggled against their bonds as the wind whipped away their choked screams, while Elya simply laughed as she paced across the cold floor.  Desperate to defend himself, he grabbed an old chair just as the Fallen launched herself forward.  It managed to keep her at bay, but she just tittered and wildly swung Immoderata this way and that, very nearly cutting his face clean open.

"All you must do for me is lie down and submit!  I shall make it painless, my love, I promise!" she screeched, practically foaming at the mouth as the wind only grew more intense.