"Hey Rael, if you could have any superpower, what would it be?"
"Hmm...I don't know." Rael held his chin as he thought about it. "I guess the ability to create and erase anything I can think of."
The girl flinched as she turned to face him, almost dropping the food she held in her hand.
"Can't you think like a regular eight year old? What kind of answer is that?" She muttered exhaustedly before laying out the food for him.
"There is something like that. But why can't you pick anything simpler. Maybe fireballs or something more your age."
"But can't I just create the fireball?" He tilted his head questioningly.
"You..." She sighed before ruffling his hair.
"You know, even if you had that, there'd be a price to use something like that."
Rael pouted as he tried to fix his hair back.
"You always nerf whatever I say."
She chuckled softly.
"Well, if power always came without a price, it would be interesting, would it?" She said as a darkness began to cloud the room.
Rael smiled as the blackness engulfed his vision, yet the image of the girl was still clear in front of him.
"Though you'd be surprised how much you can get once you're willing to pay."
He chuckled darkly, raising a brow knowingly.
"And if I am willing..."
She smiled wider, her grin mirroring his exactly.
"Then a pathetic bitch like this would stand no chance."
He felt the shift instantly.
It was a strange feeling, to suddenly be aware of yourself in a way more deeper than ever before. It was like discovering a whole new set of arms you never knew you had.
Rael chuckled darkly as he felt something alien yet familiar connect in his mind.
"Damn it sis, out of all of them..." He grinned madly as he felt a flood of information slam into his mind.
Rael flicked his finger forward as a dark light ignited along his arm, burning through the tentacles easily.
Intense pain assaulted his very soul. He was stunned for a moment as he felt the as if he had been skinned from the insides and flayed across hot coals. It felt as if his very soul, the part that was meant to be the most guarded had been branded with a molten metal stake. Yet, he had to finish it before Euphoria recovered and tried to attack again.
He exhaled and clasped his hands together slowly to form a hand sign. His hands were shaking, his soul was heavily damaged from that one burst of black flames alone and his mind was dulled from the continuous soul pressure Euphoria emitted.
Yet...he was excited.
He saw her eyes widen in panic as she moved back to create distance while spreading the mist more to try and overwhelm him.
Then he spoke, his entire demeanour changing instantly. All the pain, the frailty, the weakness seemed to vanish entirely as a crimson light blazed in his eyes.
Darkness that devours sight, Beluar.
Weighing Eye of the Slumbering Monarch, Astranor.
Engulf the End.
Erupt in blaze.
Invoke the seal that binds beginning.
[Delusionary Technique: Black Oath of the Sovereign]
Suddenly, a crimson circle emerged from within the black expanse, appearing right behind Rael's form and hovering there like a halo. A single blazing white eye hung at it's centre looking down at the witch as one would an insect.
Utter indifference.
The darkness poured across his form, fusing with it to reveal his true soul. Rael's soul form was pitch black, his features nearly indistinguishable from the unending blackness around them except for the white slit of a mouth on his face, making him near invisible with a white line hovering in the dark. He cracked his index finger softly.
Click-
A simple, quiet sound. Much like a normal door being opened, yet Euphoria felt an unfathomable, existentia dread from the sound alone.
"W-who are you?" She said, her voice containing an indescribable rage and a hint of...fear?
When the reply came, the voice was cold and detached, seeming to come from everywhere.
"I told you before. I'm just some delusional teenage writer."
"Foolish brat, you're really still keeping up this pitiful act. A mere mortal from a powerless plane such as you cannot even hope to defeat me! The great witch Euphoria, one of the five great witches!"
She yelled in outrage as the mist began expanding rapidly, coalescing into a pinkish sort of slime. The slime pooled at her feet, spreading outwards until it encompassed a wide area around her while steadily pushing back the stygian wall of black.
Suddenly, an arm reached out of the pool, followed by a whole body composed entirely of the slime. Then several more emerged the pool, moving towards him on all fours.
"Die, you worthless pig."
Rael sighed.
"Somehow I feel like the plot's been ruined. Why the hell am I starting with the boss fight?"
His eyes were cold as he stared down at the approaching horde of enemies. They were vaguely humanoid wielding various crude weapons, most dressed in cloaks made of the same slime material. He recognised them as the members of the witch cult that had captured them.
Spotting an armoured one rushing at the forefront, he paused for a moment, recognising the earth elementalist swordsman among the fray. His face had been contorted into a perpetual grin, yet Rael still recognised him despite his new freakish look.
"Either way... it's time to end this."
He stretched out his right hand towards the horde, his index finger held beneath the thumb and cracked his finger once.
And the world slowed to a crawl.
Rael spoke.
"Second Decree: Grant me the Blade of Binding."
Then suddenly a colder, much older voice boomed.
[What do you offer as the price for power?]
Rael smiled.
"I sacrifice my sight for five years."
[Your oath is valid.]
Click-
"Third decree: Let my blade cleave all of creation."
[What do you offer as the price for power?]
"I sacrifice all Mana for five years."
[Your oath is valid.]
Click-
"Fourth decree: Bestow upon me the gift of the Eternal Void."
[What do you offer as a price for power?]
"I shall bear the weight of the Void's gaze permanently."
[Your oath is Valid.]
As the world resumed, the army of captured souls surged toward him in a tide of bodies. Euphoria tensed as she rapidly reinforced her thralls, merging them into grotesque amalgamations of slime.
The sight of them would have caused the previous Rael to shit his pants despite his confidence. But not anymore.
After all.
"Compared to sis...you're weak."
"Die!!!"
"Come forth, Vidrith!"
A pale odachi suddenly appeared in his hand, it's edge gleaming with an intense violet light. It's hilt was bound with a silken silver cloth which trailed out like a silver tail. It seems like it was made from pure, crystallized moonlight. Something made to be wielded by the divine.
He looked at the blade for a moment, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before raising the blade, his other hand moving to the pommel with slow, unhurried grace.
Die to the conditions he had set, he had to get this right once. It he didn't end it in one strike, he would either die to the witch, or die due to the conditions of his [First Decree].
He needed an attack that could win this instantly.
An attack that could slay anything, corporeal or ethereal, mortal or divine. One that could not be blocked, one that could not be denied, the one cut that cleaves existence itself apart.
"Rend all..."
His smile stretched wide across his face, looking absolutely horrifying across his lightless face.
"SUPREME SLASH!"
[Conditions fulfilled]
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[Ka%os: Honestly, who the hell is this big sis?! (ಠ_ಠ)>⌐■-■ ]
[E#d: ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ]