The Fae Queen was in bad shape.
Her withered skin had almost been entirely torn off, its very nerves charred to a crisp under the constant barrages of electricity.
Bones were melting underneath the scorched skin, creating a horrific scene of bloodless gore that even doctors would faint at.
The mana infused lightening literally ignited Her very form in soul and body, tearing at the foundation of Her manifestation.
There was no doubt that this simulacrum would be discorporated within the next minute.
But the Queen didn’t quite care about that fact.
She had enough of Her soul left in the other simulacrum to return to full form within the next year or two.
However, if She were to discorporate right here, right now, before the deed was finished, She would have failed.
And failure had consequences.
The Fae Queen screamed in rage at the onslaught of lightning, strengthening Her barriers to the best of Her abilities and manipulating all of the mana left flowing freely in Her vicinity to protect Herself.
She was sure that if She lasted through this barrage, She would finally be free. Or at least, escape temporarily from Her prison.
It was surely almost over.
The Fae Queen despaired as She begged for the strength to last just a little longer. That damn disgusting cockroach of a mage! How dare that creature ruin Her like this!
The light of heavenly judgement was blinding, as every strike drove her further into the magma underneath her charred knees, and no real shapes could be discerned in the chaos of this hell…
…Perhaps this was truly the end… Perhaps She should just give up…
The Fae Queen screamed once more at the unfairness, the words lost in the sounds of boiling soil underneath her very feet, and buried under the tsunami of light blinding her very sound.
She couldn’t have known! Why was She to blame? How many centuries of torture has gone by already? How many more would come next?
Just then, the blinding light of the horrifying barrage of electricity let up.
No, there… was a person… being… standing right in front of Her eyes!
She looked up cautiously as She felt hope flare up once more in the depths of Her heart.
Its figure was darkness itself, absorbing every ray of light directed towards them.
It carried the face of evil, an indented mouth, and horrifying red eyes.
Oscarion.
The Fae Queen smiled in relief.
They had won.
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Even with the obscured faces of the 4 liches, Aurelius could make out the relief that flashed past every single of their faces at that exact moment.
They were safe.
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The Devil King, darkness engulfing every inch of His divine body, stretched His two hands out to unfurl his fists into his palms.
And with a sharp, decisive clap, sparks flew everywhere, and magic ignited all across the room.
The hotel and its surroundings started to melt into nothing within that moment as the Devil King surrounded the building itself in a bubble of plasma.
The stray branches of electricity that struck its surface immediately dissipated all throughout the fiery surface, and its branches simply melted against the soil, traveling across its curved surface and sparing its inhabitants.
With a sharp groan, the entire building tilted on its side, carrying the 5 inhabitants of the room into the ground at a horrifying angle.
The final foundation of the building had collapsed under the heat, and the hotel was starting to crumble into rubble.
The 4 liches immediately cast spells to guide the rubble around themselves, protecting themselves and Aurelius in the process.
The Devil King ‘copy’ watched, red eyes glowing a red of indescribable hell, and carrying an indented mouth curled downwards in a reflection of neutrality.
Aurelius merely battled with the pain of his deformed hands, struggling against the horrifying amount of dust that was being injected directly into his damn nostrils.
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Archsage Livia watched from the windows of the Tower in satisfaction.
Even the Fae Queen could not hope to survive such a terrible act of terror against the natural order of all things.
It was a divine display of magic, beyond even worldly description.
Archsage Andrew stood next to her, evidently having sent back his dragons already, and gulping down bottles of blood red liquid.
Recovery potions.
Although their taste was rather bland and unappetising, his potions smelled quite floral, a result of the fact that they were handmade.
Using ingredients far too rich for merchants to sell on the regular and painstakingly brewing such a complex formula of this potion, the Archsage viewed it as a necessary investment to allow such potions to even make it past his lips.
The disgusting taste of rust and the ingredients used just made the man puke the normal potions back up! Such was the problem that plagued him since his apprentice days…
As the archsage sipped his potion, he saw from the corner of his eyes the sheer anger that flashed past his colleague’s eyes.
She had also stopped smiling.
“Oscarion.” She muttered, phasing out of existence within that second.
Archsage Andrew stood dumbfounded in the spot as he stared at the region of air that had housed the Archsage just moments before.
Without pause, the archsage ran over to the window to peer into the distance.
Much to his horror, he saw 2 burning balls of plasma dissipating, along with the quietening storm of light that had been besieging the city.
He simply teleported away, snapping a wooden stick in the process.
And with his departure, the skies finally let out its guttural cry from the heralds of heavens.
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“Boom.” Wind swept across the ruins, and the thunder burst the eardrums of every single animal in the vicinity of the city.
The hotel, now a part of the ruined rubble all around it, sagged even further to the ground, and the Tower of Trust leaned against the air as the screams of heaven itself shook its very construction.
The sound shook the mountains themselves, felling a thousand trees with its echo alone, and the sound bounced back into the heart of the central continent, ringing through the kingdoms and raising curious heads upwards in puzzlement.
At the center of it all stood a charred, barely corporeal Fae Queen.
Next to Her stood a figure draped in evil, and darkness.
Space folded into the darkness, the glow of magma being devoured into the void of a new arrival.
“Of broken vows,”
Archsage Livia stated, stepping through the shadows into view of the two divine beings, holding in her hands an intricate golden pen, and a beautiful staff.
“I command you,”
The Archsage muttered, her face a mask of fury disguised unconvincingly with a smile.
“in the name of Pultris the Corrupt,”
She recited, throwing the pen in the air with contempt.
“Fall.”
“...Clack” The pen made a pathetic noise, falling to the rubble without even a single reaction.
…And for the first time in forever, the archsage felt… horror, her pulse skipping, her magic flickering, her smile breaking.
“What. Have. You. Done. You abhorrent god?” She spat, raising her staff to strike at the Fae Queen in indescribable rage.
The Fae Queen smiled, a bony, toothy grin at this, mocking the archsage for the outlash, breaking out into horrible, damaged laughter, half of Her air escaping through the gaping hole in Her neck.
Oscarion merely popped into existence, blocking the path of the strike.
And the Fae Queen finally revealed her winning hand.
“AHAHAHAHA Fool. He’s not Oscarion.” She mocked.
“Not anymore!”
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