The Birth Of The Celestial Hero (7)

Previously

A quick look at the giant, swirling black mass above the Tepes's head told Elm where the fleeing demons's blood had gone. She didn't mind the vampiric demon yet - she could tell from it's arrogant look that he regarded himself high enough that he didn't even consider ambushing her or assassinating her from behind. Little did the blood-sucking demon know, that was exactly what Elm had been hoping for.

She teleported quickly, reappearing in a flash of light behind a demon look-like of the strong one she had to use her giant arrow against. Amusingly, the demon didn't look so tough now as it attempted to scream but a quick blade to the throat stopped it, killing it in a burst of white flames. She scanned her surroundings quickly, assessing the quickest path to killing as many demons as quickly and efficiently as possible.

"[Construct]," Elm muttered, summoning tens of light swords behind her. It was showtime.

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She locked onto the many demons hovering in the air before snapping her fingers - triggering her swords to fly true to her aim. She counted the numbers of demonic screams, and brilliant bursts of white flames as she sensed danger from behind, quickly snapping her head back to see a barbed spear nearly piercing her right eye.

But light bent to her will. With but her will, she blinked away from the spear, appearing behind the offending demon that had caught her off guard and in her slowed world, saw that the demon was a newer type she hadn't seen before. It didn't have the wings nor the eternal snarl, it didn't even have a face - only a rather masuculine body with it's hulking, alabaster freckled body and muscles that were larger than her face. It didn't matter however as a quick slash up from the pelvis to it's head ended it's brief life.

She enjoyed the burst of white flame that felt warm and just right in front of her face. With each blink, demons split apart, detonating into white flames that purified their souls. This felt right. This felt good. She was the incarnation of all that was good - to kill demons and judge evil like this felt nearly euphoric, to see the look of fear on evil's face as she thrusted her blade deep into their heartless bodies made her feel like she had taken a deep dose of her brother's scent. Addiction. That was the word.

Elm sensed danger from the right. She dodged, blinking away but as she re-formed somewhere else, she found that her vision was always filled with a blood-red spear nearly ripping a hole through her head. Another teleportation and her vision was the same - a spear aiming to put a hole through her body, following her wherever she blinked away as if it was some sort of annoying little fly that wouldn't go away. A tick formed on her head, but her anger had been quickly calmed down due to her constitution, providing her the luxury of mind to come up with a solution.

She thrusted her light sword to the ground just as the same spear shot to her face, splitting the blood-red spear in half before quickly invoking her skill, "[Construct]". A barrier of light unfurled around her, protecting her in the name of good.

With that, Elm finally didn't have to worry about a spear threatening to kill her and had enough time to see that she had halved the former population of demons. Oh, the vampiric demon looked absolutely pissed off too, annoyed that it's irritating homing spear hadn't killed her by now.

Elm simply looked back at the strong demon, letting a smirk form on her face as she attempted a taunt at the demon. The demon looked absolutely pissed off, buying her taunt as it gargled in demon tongue, but it sounded like a tantrum to Elm's ears with how it's long tongue flapped about it's disgusting blood-infested mouth.

He screamed at his underlings to quickly get rid of the lowly human but when he saw how hesitant they were, he grabbed the nearest underling by it's throat before biting it's head off, making an example out of it. The underlings got the message as they roared, displaying their infernal wrath and rotten fangs before they all swept in for the kill.

It was an epic display for the people viewing the fight. One woman dressed in white stood alone under the moonlit night, a null expression on her face as she simply gripped her sword tighter in response to the mobbing horde of demons raging towards her. The people should have felt fear and anxiety - should have ran away as looking at the numbers, the warrior woman was absolutely outnumbered 100 to 1 but none of them believed she would lose nor did any of them want to tear their eyes away. The scenery before them was now an epic, the start of a legend.

It had been decided then by the whispers of the world. She who stood alone against an army of Hell shall forever be burned in the annals of history as the bravest warrior of light.

Elm however, hadn't been aware of the mesmeric looks on the people's face. Her entire focus right now was split between the horde of demons and the strong one still sitting on his throne of blood. She breathed out slowly, letting the time slow to a familiar crawl.

She summoned her sword of light once more, feeling it's weightless grip before she embraced the light as she too became weightless. A quick dash across the rooftop and the heads of the tens of demons reaching for her met their end but in the timeless world of Elm, they didn't know that yet. She moved quicker, legs lunging forward before stomping on the rooftop, pushing herself off as she spun around under the moonlight, weaving past the multiple flying demons that tried to grab at her hands or legs, rewarding their attempt by taking their heads and puncturing their hearts.

Her complexion had turned black, dyed in the blood of her satanic, primal enemies. She continued to gracefully dodge amidst the numbers of demons as with her speed, none of them could even touch her unless she willed it.

Despite her speed, her heartbeat was still and slowed as with every beat of her heart, a demon fell to her blade. It wasn't before Elm found her vision cleared of alabaster skin that she turned back to see the multiple heads slowly crawling away from their bodies.

Elm landed back on a nearby rooftop, directly before the bloody throne as she breathed in, returning the world back to it's normal speed. She heard the lifeless shrieks of the demons before their bodies consecutively sparked into roaring flames. She had been so quick that the demons didn't even have enough time for their bodies to fall onto the ground.

The vampiric demon had sent a hundred demons after the maggot. But now a hundred had been culled into zero, a number he particularly hated. No. He looked into the daring eyes of the maggot who had killed all of his servants in a flash. He saw it then and realized he was wrong.

It wasn't zero. As long as he still breathed, it still wasn't zero for the maggot. Immediately, he gripped hard enough onto his throne that it crumbled into pieces before his might.

"Tell me, human," He ordered, letting his pair of bat-like wings flare out menacingly. "What is your accursed name?"

Elm didn't respond. No, she did respond - by casually pointing the tip of her blade against the vampiric demon. . .which only served to further worsen his mood.

He roared out in anger, letting his aura as a direct descendent of the Vapula Household pressure the area, rusting and thereafter, blowing the nearby houses into dust. A tiny hole appeared on the bottom of the mass of black blood above him, a stream of blood trickling down like a mini-waterfall as it bathed the vampiric demon. He relished in the familiar smell of blood and sense of power, tongue lashing out so that he lapped at the blood.

With every tongue fed of blood, his form grew larger and larger until eventually, his form quadrupled in size, turning large enough so that he was now larger than any bear-type monster Elm had hunted, tearing apart it's clothes as it stood on air, completely nude for the world to see. One would think she would feel fear from the amount of rage and power rolling off the demon's body but all she felt right now was disgust at having to see it's nude form and delight at having the chance to exact her disgust upon him.

In honesty, the vampiric demon, in its current form, had a body akin to a god of beauty and a dashing face to go with it but after she had seen the incarnation of beauty that was her brother, she could see nothing more than a talking dead demon in front of her.