Banana Republic VIII
"Aren't you a reckless little bugger?"
Dagon bit her lips, so much so that it bled profusely. The blood dripping from her lips and flowing down her cleavage and going under her white slip dress and, frankly, that only made her sexier to his eyes.
'I may have issues,' Irwin thought, pressing forward under the gaze of a dozen demons. "Lord Dagon, I presume?"
A sudden drop in atmospheric pressure nearly forced Irwin to his knees, saved only by Charlotte's quick reflexes. Her telekinesis barely dispersed that of the demon's, allowing Irwin to fight back and gather his bearings.
His Enhanced Physique was more than enough to handle telekinetic pressure, more so with the help of his invigorated magical energy.
The demon in the far left, whom he deemed as the perpetrator, snorted condescendingly.
It spoke in a gravelly tone. "Bow before her majesty!"
"Shut your mouth, demon!" Charlotte responded more aggressively than he thought possible, sensing her magical power being expended at a higher rate than normal.
An invisible battle of wills flickered before him, ending as soon as it started. The results were a draw between the two combatants; Charlotte grunted in pain, sweat on her forehead, while the demon's nose bled slowly before its regeneration kicked in.
Dagon snorted, amused by the confrontation. "That'll be enough."
The moment her words hit the air, all demons stood straighter than an evangelical pole. He could feel the fear emanating from all of them.
Taking note of their expressions, Irwin turned a little more subservient. Giving a gentle smile and slightly bowing his head.
"I appreciate your discretion. Any other of your siblings would have decimated my home just so they can meet me." He said, placating her and trying to sow seeds of discord amongst her siblings.
"Flattery gets you everywhere, Witch." She responded. "But you're right. Azazel would have killed all your little hunters, since the Druid isn't at home. Fortunately for you, he's busy handling his little side project."
Irwin smiled a little brighter, now having knowledge that Azazel had begun his competition for Lucifer's vessel.
It was, unfortunately for all the special children, all for naught, as it was written in destiny that Sam Winchester was the chosen vessel for Lucifer. They were all going to die just so Azazel could power-up Sam's abilities and prove that he was the chosen one. Or that's what he believed to be the truth, for it did not make sense for Azazel to risk Sam's life just so he can 'check' if he truly was the chosen vessel.
That also meant he had to ram up the collection of the Special Children, more so for the more powerful ones like the girl that could kill with a single touch or the soldier with super strength.
"I see that Lady Anastasia's name resounded even amongst your kin," He said.
"Who wouldn't? Such potential… wasted living amongst monsters. Besides, what she lacks in power, she makes up for with the amount of knowledge within her grimoire." Dagon showed a hint of respect to Lady Anastasia, an act that stupefied Irwin.
She moved within her throne, changing the position of her hands as she clutched both armrests while exquisitely languishing her head atop the fluffed, leathered backrest.
Without so much as a word, a demon entered the room with an ottoman with the same color and contour to that of the throne before placing it in front of her feet. Dagon placed her dainty feet atop the ottoman, showcasing her well pedicured toes and flawless skin as if to tempt Irwin even more.
And, by god, did he nearly succumb to the temptation. He even checked his status, just to check if he was being bewitched…
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[Sebastian Archibald Richard Greythorne IV]
▪︎ Physical Health: 90%
▪︎ Stamina: +92%
▪︎ Magik Reserves: +86%
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▪︎ Physical Effects: Telekinetic Suppression
▪︎ Mental Effects: Bewitching Glamour
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And he was, without even knowing when and where he was, hit.
He licked his lips, showing a gleam of temptation in his eyes. "I, uh, I can certainly attest to that."
"Are you alright, sir? I sense something different in the air."
It was then that he heard Charlotte's concerned whispers, her senses noticing the effects of Glamour spell. It seemed that he had much to learn from the world of witches.
He merely nodded as an answer, eyes not leaving the sight of Dagon nor her entourage of demons as or much stronger than Sibili.
"Now that we've had our introductions… would you care to tell me why you've invited me to your personal island?" He wanted to get to business, knowing that the longer he was here, the more danger he would face.
Dagon smiled, removing herself from the throne as the same demon removed the ottoman. Her vessel stood at an impressive six feet tall, tone muscles rippling under her flawless skin.
As if to await her orders, the demons kneeled on one knee. Their respectful showing urged Irwin's sense of danger, for if she were to utter even a word of hostility towards him, then it would be the end of him.
"Tell me your name." She ordered with the dignity of a monarch and the power of a thousand sun.
Irwin was confused because her demons knew of his name, but decided to answer nonetheless.
He spoke. "I am Sebastian Archibald Richard Greythorne IV."
Her smile removed itself, a pressure more powerful than that of the demon bore down upon his form. The force broke through his physical enhancements and forced him to his knees.
Charlotte tried to help him, but was blasted by Dagon's telekinesis the moment she stepped forward, her form stumbling outside of the pavilion.
"I didn't ask what they call you. Tell me your name." She ordered once more, grinding Irwin's body against the ground.
He felt powerless. Humiliation and anger coursing through his body as he forced his magical power to surge through his body. The act caused a surge of purple energy to illuminate his strained eyes. Violet lines webbed past his eye sockets and masked his face in a glowing purple light.
"NO!"
It was as if a hydrogen bomb had erupted out of Irwin's body. A spherical wave of purple energy thrusted out and sent the various demons flying in a straight line.
Irwin felt a massive loss in his magical energy, but paid it no heed as he stood back up and fled the pavilion. His movements alerted Charlotte as she, too, strained her energy and blasted the two outer demons to the side, her hair in disarray from the Dagon's attack.
"Retreat!"
Charlotte spread her arms as a wave of magical energy coursed through the surrounding air before dropping to the ground. The stone, dirt, and sand breathed into existence and excavated itself off the ground, forming a massive creature that towered over the pavilion.
She seemed to have lost her luster when the creature came into existence, although her eyes glowed brighter in response to the destruction wrought about by the monster.
"How long?" He asked. He had his hands in his pockets, rummaging through the half a dozen hex bags and taking out two.
His feet never left its focus as he shielded his mind, enveloping his head with green energy. He then took out all the Curse Purge cards and gave half to Charlotte, reminding her of its purpose.
They were halfway through the inner compound when the hulking form of the sand golem burst into a million pieces, destroyed into nothingness by the levitating form of the Prince of Hell, Dagon.
If that was not enough, the witches under her command had been made aware of their escape and had activated a shield under the expansive dome around the island. Demons and their lackeys continued to surround them, their wails and shouts emanating from every direction.
"We're fucked." He said with a resolute voice. "I have three Flaming Whips, Krousurgy, and four-fifths of my magik. You?"
Charlotte closed her eyes for a moment before responding. "Two-thirds. Golem took a lot. I have three offensive spells and Krousurgy."
Irwin scanned their surroundings and began formulating a plan that would not result in their deaths. He still had two Monster Banishing Sigils, but it would be too hasty of him to use it when they could still escape without it.
He did not, however, have much time, for the first wave of demons had caught up to them. He gritted his teeth, taking out a hex bag for Flaming Whip.
"Flagello!" He yelled, backing into a corner of a building to gain a wider view of the incoming enemies. "Rest up and handle the defense. I'll go for the kill!"
Charlotte nodded, not wasting time as she released a burst of almost electrical energy and destroyed a dozen windows on the surrounding buildings.
The demon, wearing a sleek gray suit, jumped high into the air and used its velocity to smash his fist against Irwin.
Irwin skipped backwards, narrowly avoiding a direct hit. The force with which the demon hit the ground, however, created a wavelike crumbling of the immediate ground and caused Irwin to concentrate on finding his footing.
Another demon had used the ensuing chaos to sneak attack Irwin, but a timely glass shield-like structure had blocked the blow.
"You motherfuckers won't lea-whargh"
It could not end its sentence as Irwin had launched his flaming whip around the demon's arm and pulled it towards him. He thrusted his other free hand that suddenly began to emit a bright light, revealing a monochromatic blade whose blades were so sharp that its mere existence seemed to tear apart the very space.
Like an overloading electrical socket, the demon's eyes exuded electric currents before emitting a dark light that soon died down. The meat puppet, free of its possessor, began to fall to the ground, but before it could even touch the destroyed pavement, its body turned to ash.
'Measly 10 credits for a 300-credit Angel's blade. Dammit!' He cursed silently, before eyeing the other demon. "Come on! Let's see how you handle this shit!"