Conquest

“Oh shi-“

Septimus didn’t have time to finish.

There was an eruption of pale green flame.

Someone tackled him to the ground.

The wave of pale green flame missed him by the skin of his teeth.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Someone all but yelled.

The rushing flames swallowed the rest.

The song swelled, and the roar of the flames silenced.

“By my lady’s grace, You cannot comprehend the level of idiocy you just displayed.”

Septimus was dragged by his ankles.

The song filled his ears and cleansed his fear.

There was the sound of a reverberating gong as something connected with metal.

Septimus let the man drag him to safety.

He felt his momentum slow. Moment by moment time slowed. As he swirled away.

The prince was wrenched free from the man’s grip. 

He grabbed onto the man desperately as he discorporated into mist.

They were caught as they swirled toward something with an unbreakable grip.

It was a glass bottle and he heard that horrid laughter

It was an absolute feeling of helplessness. He had no fingers to grip the edge of the bottle.

No hand to prevent the stopper from being set in place.

No power to prevent becoming a prisoner.

“Now then, with the distractions gone."

"My daughter, Our duel resumes.”

“My dearest daughter.”

"Witness the end”

Elfmort had tired of this reunion.

Seven flinched as the ground shuddered and cracked.

The air grew tense.

As the golden runes were overshadowed by a sudden ghoulish green glow.

His pale green flames a rapidly growing pinprick upon the very heavens.

The last he used this spell he wiped an entire civilization of cannibals. With blood, pain and sacrificed life they endangered the world. With their reckless magic, demons and worse crawled loose upon his world.

The impact was going to cause one hell of a conflagration.  He sincerely hoped no one felt attached to the next several miles.

Seven just looked at him with horrified awe. There was the distant scream as the pinprick picked up speed and grew boulder size.

Doom was bearing down on them.

This golden prison of runes that imprisoned them had become a death trap.

Seven hovered there transfixed. As doom bathed them both in a pale green glow.

He stroked the archfiend’s head as he placed the bottle into his pack.

It was a substantial expenditure of power. The archfiend looked so delicious.

All that demonic essence. His self-restraint was to be commended.

It would not do to give the game up just yet. He let his control waver. Like a predictable rabid beast

It snatched him with its long black tongue and pulled him into its mouth.

The archfiend dove back into that maw to the pit from which he called.

The pit closed moments before impact.

  Elfmort was spat out so rudely onto a crude platform before the archfiend’s true majesty. It gazed down at him with hateful desire.

This was not his first archfiend.

Nor, his 3rd demon lord.

It was quaint. Adorable.  

The lengths he had to take to get laid would sorely test even a god’s patience.

The potent darkness here in the pit. Began to seep into his pores. The rawness of dark power only served to heighten his hunger. He disrobed slowly.

Letting the demon see every glimpse of flesh. After all, Demons were all that he filled his harem with.

The ruder, more vile the better. It made it all the more… Exquisite when he brought them to heel and broke that demonic pride.

It excited him.

You only had a break a demon once. It was a profound moment when it begged for you to consume its essence.

Truly, he was a selfless man.

He wouldn’t make it easy on this archfiend.

To know oblivion.

After all, His people were gone what did the demons have to worry about?

His pack clattered to the ground.

He presented himself to the archfiend in all his glory.

He pressed his knees into the rocky platform and waited. With every moment his strength returned to him. With every heartbeat.

He drank deeply of the darkness that was his birthright.

As the demonic essence of this damned place bereft of light.

Coiled in his belly.

 It sated his hunger and ignited another. There was no shame in a predator’s lure.

It extended a talon and pressed it to his chest. It scraped his skin and drew blood.

“You will worship me here.”

Elfmort nodded as he sycophantically licked the talon. The potency of the archfiend’s essence.

Gave Elfmort a slight euphoric inebriation. Consuming him would make him incredibly drunk.

 He could not believe his fortune.  A two for one special.

“Master.” He kissed that talon.

“Allow me to serve” Your ruin. Elfmort finished his sentence in his mind.

  If Seven was capable of screaming.

She would have.

Alas.

The pale green star suddenly smashed her into the ground.

Her guardian crunched. Her skin scorched and flensed off her body. Her bones cracked and splintered from the incredible impact.

She lamented her inability to die. Death would’ve been an act of mercy.

She visited heights of pain no mere mortal could endure. As she clawed her way back to the surface.

She broke through and saw sky again. She hoisted her body from her impromptu burial. No lungs to draw breath. No eyes to see.

The worst pain was still to come.

Divine power trickled into her broken skeleton. She laid there as the gods regrew her flesh, knit her bones together.

Made her whole again. Without her consent.

She had paid twicefold for her hubris.

Mother had decisively wrecked her.

She was not willing to go another round with her mother.

He had smote her with a fucking star.

A goddamned star.

Normal parents grounded you. Or resorted to corporal punishment.

Hers just put her in the ground with a motherfucking rock from above. The moment she had lungs to scream she did.

She screamed until she felt the last trickle of divine intervention end.

Her emerald eyes opened. There was nothing.

Nothing but a landscape of utter ruin. No clothes, no equipment.

Naked flesh and the only living thing for miles.

She’d make her way to the nearest temple. She needed guidance and forgiveness for her arrogance.