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Kotomine_Rin:
Lawrence

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHI- His one eye widened at the icy surge. Did he still have the strength to fighh...? Fire exploded, he commanded it to move him out of his way with the speed of an arrow. But even when he moved out of his platform, the demon was too fast.

"Kuh!"

It was only his momentum and Phenex's fire that kept him moving upwards. But the lances had already pierced him. So cold... so even my fire stands no chance huh? The man was ragdolling lifelessly in the sky like a pincushion. There was no sign of resistance in his battered body, pierced by ice from every angle. The impact and the fire just moved him away, faster and faster from the pit.

Lawrence's resistance was his downfall. In the end, he fell up to the heavens, into oblivion. But despite that, he was serene.


How regrettable. It looks like we've lost this gamble.

Ayup, we have.

Indeed.

Can't say I get it though. You could have just waited and scavanged the remains yourself. Are you really satisfied with this, you damn vulture? What happened to you looking down on pride? You're not that soft.

Of course not. I... hrm...

Come on, we're one and the same pal. If we fail, we just get back up and try again, eh? But I can't believe you'd get so reckless. Seriously...

Heh. I just... wish to fight. Even if this world is illogical, I want to challenge it with my own strength. And if I lose... then, I suppose that's what we've brough that for, mhh?

Keheheh. You really are a devil.


Did they really think he would give up over so little?  To fall over a trifle like the frost of hell? After all this time? How sweet. "My, my, my, my." Impossible. His lungs, bones, spine, heart, liver and brain were skewered and obliterated by the icy spears. His body was broken! And yet, his voice only sounded even graver. "Don't misunderstand, demon. The one I'm aiming for isn't you, Lubei Shang."

Phenex's pillar of flame glowed, ravaged.... but its color soon changed into a pallid black. The knight's arms and wounded flesh laid as spoils of war. Why wouldn't he take them? That life essence, that living aether... it made his heart glow with desire. He was grateful. Without that demon and demigod, he wouldn't have been able to tenderize that man. Because he was a coward, there was no way he could match a true hero of legend fairly.

But now he held Uria's connector. The world eater's essence. And in his weak, mangled arm... a white flower, pale as the glowing moon. As the corpse flew to the other side of a pit and onto one of the flying platforms of the forest, he fought to retain his self for one moment.

And even without a throat, heart, or body to support him, while struggling on a shattered stump weakly, pierced from all sides by frost... he spoke.


Do not resist conversion.
Wozun Meihen Ka
Abandon thyself, o holy grace.
Ishuma No Jimeu
The lion raced from the bottom of the pit, rushing to reach the surface with its dark essence. Bouncing from shadow to shadow, Faster, faster... All while the flaming beast spewed a hail of fireballs down on the demon. Or rather, the one he was carrying.

Suddenly, the sky shattered.


THE DEAD SPEAK!

The hole in the sky ruptured, like a great calamity. Without respite, a flood of black ooze spewed within the gaping pit of hell. As Uria's world of light floated to the skies, countless void creatures and shattered corpses of monsters from another world fell down into the abyss, clouding visibility further. It was a terrible sight, no different from judgement day.

He had returned.

And on the top of the now cracked shards of this hole, a pale blue eye glared down. As shards and the fallen fell down like rain, his armor and body slowly revealed themselves. Until even his face was unmasked. A beautiful face. Battered, bloodied, drenched by his life and the life of the ones in his way. But unbroken.

Samael, The Fallen Angel of Despair

"It's been a while, huh."

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

Rise.

Uria raised a hand to the newest interloper with a salute, their hand blossoming into a flurry of feathers as a large and glorious wing. It sang with the sweetest, cruelest light as they held it up. Power was gathering between the feathers. Beaten and bruised as he was, if he charged them now, could there be any hope?

Rise.

The earth and forest still hurtled towards the sky, a mass cut loose from the world. Boulders shot into the heavens, branches curled up like fingers to reach for the rip in the world, and even a few scattered angels clung to the rocks as they fell into the sky.

And fall.

But the place that Mael occupied was perhaps the most dangerous, for no creature stirred behind him. What could not wait any longer pressed against the skin of the Nexus, widening the crack as the darkness seeped through. It dripped, and seethed, and oozed like words as black rain dripped from the heavens. Yet it was nothing more than a prelude, the gasp of breath before the final exhalation. The fallen angel could feel behind him as the tide drew up and up, a flood coming down to rewrite this rising sacrifice.

YOLF:
Lubei

Lubei wouldn't have believed if an oracle had told him that the situation could still become worse, but every passing second was intent on proving that assumption wrong.

The summoner was worse than a cockroach kept in the mortal realm by thousand-year resentment. Still cognizant yet like a raked painting flaking off piece by piece, he had brought another calamity. What was this now, a warrior banished from heaven, wreathed in an oppressive shine? Behind him, they could be heard, if not beasts then worse, dripping and vomiting through the shattered air like a torrent of mud.

And then, not just the forest, but the earth itself rose up like an awakened beast, hurtling to the sky. The demon trying to escape up with the disabled knight found himself sprinting, stumbling down between even shakier footholds, in the path of flying balls of fire. He had no time and no energy for creativity. Intuition was faster. Empty head, no thoughts.

Lubei hurled his spiritual force behind him in wide and forceful masses, biting down on his bruised lip, and the blocks of dim ice burst from the assault into vaporous columns. The mist that had been used against the demon king before now covered his retreat as he massed cuts and bruises, rushing through the chaos.

Kotomine_Rin:
The Fallen Archangel of Despair - Mael

As the forest flew up to embrace him, his eyes carried their trajectory downwards. Down, to the one and only soul he regarded in this accursed domain. The nascent divinity that had dared to stand in his path.

In response to her actions, he glared. The pressure and malice that assailed this wreckage of magic and holy aberrations suddenly hit a new peak. A suffocating existance, a true evil who spewed unspeakable hate towards evil. Such a killing intent was enough to snuff the light out of a sinner's soul. It judged.


Lawrence

"Incredible... what a monster. You are terrifying, Lubei. To keep your composure at a time like this..."

WHAWHAWHA WHAAAA!? OH GAH- H-HELP! The fiery nightmare Phenex screamed and writhed inside Lawrence's self. But instead of cowering, the broken presence kept crawling towards safety, smiling like a weak dying man. So this is the power of an archangel... no, a true demon. Ufufu... compared to Elizabeth, this is nothing special.

The Anima he plundered here was.. particularly compatible. But even if fate was on his side, he still needed to do everything he could. Even as this world fell around him, he struggled to avoid rubble and winced from genuine pain when the avalanche started to slam against his weak body. Yet he kept crawling. He struggled pathetically and hurried, powerless and hapless as he was. The sounds of hell, battle and change rang behind him. As he crawled, white bands of light spread accross his body like tendrils, digging into his spirit and chaining him from within.

I wouldn't be able to surpass the Gods if it weren't for you. Thank you, Vanguard. With this, I can finally free us from The Will of The World. From now, this history will move according to my will.His husk of a vessel, borrowed as it were, quaked... but advanced nonetheless. Not from his own will, but that of that man from another history. But it was okay. Everything was okay. Even as the grace he snatched tried to overtake him, he refused to stop.

"How wonderful."

And soon, the white light started to eat him up until his body's cracks turned into crystal. He used whatever was left of his limbs to crawl and climb his way out of the pit, through the rubble that rushed upwards. Lawrence's glare  snapped with intensity while the curtain fell behind him. And thus, an unremarkable actor exits the scene, battered and wounded. And yet can one really say he lost?


Mael

That thing was like a black mass of death incarnate. With its wing flapping like a cursed arm, it leapt from platform to platform, from fallen corpse to corpse. Mael used angel, demon, living and dead both as stepping stones to rush towards the child. The speed was truly monstruous, the killing intent that surged towards the child was like an avalanche.  And as it slammed its foot against a shard of the forest, he ripped a spike of ice and leapt down the divine existance to clash against it.

Even if he was broken. Even if he was wounded. The warrier never rests from the warfield.

"How long are you going to continue mocking me... Piece!?" His teeth grit and his eyes flashed with cold fury.

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

Piece? The angelic wing was ready to crash down on Mael with full force, the righteous light that would smash him back into nothingness. But Uria paused. They clutched at their chest as black vomit poured from their mouth.

For a moment in Heaven, there was weakness.

But before the icicle could land the world exploded into laughter. Laughter from the puddle gathering at their feet, laughter from the rising angels, laughter from the crack in the sky. Laughter as the rain turned into a wave, and the floodgates above were opened to wash away the land below and repaint it. 

"Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!"
"Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!"
"Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!"
"Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!""Kyahahahahaha!"

And Uria rose, their limb flaring out to meet the fallen angel's with titanic force. The sheer power turning the black liquid around them into shadowy mist, a temporary bubble before the darkness poured down again. "Silly... idiot Mael... Didn't I tell you...? Go gather dust... back in your master's box!" And the wing sang against his icy weapon, a blade to cut him in two with utter finality.

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