Sayori x reader

Flee From Ye Old Foes

Stans' coat is ripped to shreds, and the half of his face without the scar is burned. His clothes all seem to have been burned, and his hands seem to be in worse conditions than his face. Now his voice has no trace of mobster, it's now just maniacal rantings when he says,

"It all makes sense now. I am the one who will release the Divine One from his wretched prison, I will free him from you, Chosen One!"

You have been slowly walking up in front of Sayori while he was monologuing.

"I'll admit, I was being stupid, leaving you alone out there, while announcing my weakness. But now. NOW I've got you, right where the Divine One wants!"

You honestly don't know what to do. He could use aim assist and kill you in less than a second if you try anything.

"Listen, Stans, It's all wrong... no one here is part of your religion's prophecy."

He laughs.

"Moronic child, does THIS look like a petty religious prophecy!? Divine Sight! Use Blue Electric!"

Stans laughs a hearty laugh while he shoots blue lighting bolts out of his fingers.

"The fun doesn't stop here! Divine Sight! Use Lighter than Flame!"

His laugh becomes even more maniacal as he begins floating in the sky while giving off electric bolts from his whole body now. He shoots huge volts out his finger when he makes finger guns. He shoots them across the entire room and then lands on one knee, with his fist on the ground. He looks up.

"Did THAT look like a religion?!"

Christian Crebsetter wanders into the room.

"I heard you were here, say, who's this is big skeleton lookin' guy?"

Stans laughs.

"My most powerful Divine Power, Aim Assist, slows time and allows me to choose my targets. When I'm finished, time reverts back to normal, and my hand flicks and shoots all of my selected targets before you can even blink. Please, allow me to demonstrate. Divine Sight! Use Aim Assist!"

Stans's hand flicks it's gun upwards fires, obliterating Crebsetter's head.

"Huhuhu... now let's really get down to business. Utter your last words now, for you are about to meet the Divine One! Divine Sight! Use Aim Assist!"

The gunshot rings throughout the temple, as it is all made of stone. You look at yourself and see no puncture. You spin around and look at Sayori. No puncture wound. You spin back around and see a hole spewing blood coming out of Stans' face. He gurgles his own blood for a second and then falls forward, slain. Behind him stands Tyran. This isn't a much better situation.

"You. Kid. I need to tell you something. Your father ran when you were young, yes?"

You nod slowly, not sure what he is suggesting.

"I think I am your father, I wanted to get assigned the job for you because the targets in the file looked familiar. It is you. Son..."

"No, you can't be my father, my father wasn't Russian."

"Aye, neither am I. I just developed the accent while I was living there as hitman. I knew your mother. She was good woman, I know what happened here. She's dead isn't she."

"Yea, I think she was being used for some sort of cultist sacrifice. Something to do with bringing back the god being this lunatic worshiped."

"Yes, he led more cult than gang. Just to see him, you had to smoke pipe of your last victim because he believed you could absorb their power. Crazy bastard."

He spits on Stans' body.

"Well, we're trying to solve this mystery here. Everything has led here so far."

Tyran walks over and inspects the fountain.

Tyran picks up the katana. He draws a Japanese symbol in the water with it. The water responds with forming into a different symbol.

"Hmm, this water's cursed. It was used as birthing ritual for one of the most feared dark gods from Japanese legend, a being called... Sean"

"But, Sean? How? He's been dead since he was slaughtered in the high school down the way."

"Yes, but the darkness of Sean uses powers some consider to be... unnatural."

"Huhuhuhuhu, and you'll never stop him!"

Stans rises from the ground and reveals his face has been repaired by a glowing blue light energy.

"You cannot kill a being blessed with Divinity with a simple bullet!"

Tyran tosses you the katana and pulls out two desert eagles and unloads into Stans' body. Stans is pushed back by the force of the bullets, but that's about all. He chuckles.

"Divine Sight! Use Power Blast!"

Stans' fists are engulfed in a blue flame. He swings, but Tyran ducks. Stans' fist lands in a wall and makes a hole clean through it. He breaks it out, but Tyran has already pulled out a machete and swings at Stan's head. It cuts deep, but not lethal. Stans punches Tyran in the ribs and sends him flying across the room. Tyran lands and coughs, with all the air knocked out of his lungs.

"Ho oh, I always looked at you as a son, Tyran, but now I see you for what you really are, a traitor. Dare I say, a tyrant to the Divine One!"

"Screw your Divine One!"

"Foolish mortal, Divine Sight! Use Blue Electric!"

He blasts his power volts out of his fingers and pushes Tyran back onto the ground.

"Did you really believe you kill me? An immortal blessed with Divinity!? Huhuhuhuhu"

Tyran attempts to stand again, but Stans flicks his finger which makes the volt stronger and pushes him down.

"Divine Sight! Use Lighter than Flame!"

Stans levitates and floats towards Tyran. He grabs Tyran by the collar and flies to the top of the room with him. Tyran tries to reach for a gun, but Stans yells,

"Divine Sight! Use Paralyzer!"

Tyran is surrounded by a blue glow. He is rendered immobile. Stans lifts him above him. His eye begins glowing fiercely.

"I've smoked too many defeated blessed, to become the ultimate blessed! I've nearly collected every Divine power now! You cannot possibly believe you have a chance of killing me! Now... I believe I told you I would kill you if you ever betrayed me, and you know I always act on my promises."

Stans' eye is now illuminating the ceiling. This is the perfect opportunity. You throw the katana. It strikes him deep in his blue eye. He drops Tyran, who falls all the way to the bottom, but still alive. Stans screams in pain and floats down to the floor. He is on his knees. He grabs the hilt and yanks it out of his eye. He chucks it into the pool, where you grab it again. He screams once more and grabs his eye to stop the intense amount of blood spewing from it.

"D-Damn you... you hit my source of Divinity, you sly dog..."

He tries to stand, but his knees buckle under him.

"Y-you, you got me pretty good there, nice throw. But please... don't destroy the fountain, it's been my life work... it's all I have left, please"

You turn towards the fountain. You raise the sword. You hear the faint, "no..." from Stans, but nonetheless, you plunge the sword deep into the main pole of the fountain. A flash of lightning illuminates the room. Stans begins a slow, deep, and evil laugh. It elevates into a full maniacal breakdown of laughter.

"You fool, you've completed the ritual, Sean will possess the body being built here, and he will kill the chosen one, he will be restored to his full power once more! I've served my purpose! It is done! Tyran! I always make due on my promises! Divine Sight! Use Aim Assist!"

The shot blows Tyran's head off.

"No! Tyran!"

"I've served my purpose.. huhu."

He then aims the gun at his own head and pulls the trigger, splattering brain matter on the floor. Everything begins fading to white.