Femme Fatale

Alexis stepped out of the portal, just missing the three demi girls by a few minutes. His eyes scanning the area, he saw the remains of Fran's fire element, which had burnt several of the undead monsters.

"She's growing up faster than I thought."

Originally, he just wanted to give her a few tips on quickening her casting times, hopefully saving her from dying when he wasn't around. Little did he know, she seemed to be a genius at imagery and custom chanting. Once she could use common language instead of an ancient tongue, her casting speed increased to match even Alexis.

"Well, that's just the difference between a jack of all trades summoner and a full-blown magister, I guess."

Pomf!

Salia felt the slight envy within Alexis, petting his head several times, messing up his pristine silver hair, trying to soothe him.

"Don't mind!" Salia said, with a sparkling smile.

Alexis knew she meant well, 'but why did it feel slightly sarcastic?'

Just as the pair were about to take another step, they heard bones crushing behind them. Both turned as quickly as possible; Salia raised her sword and shield, whilst Alexis raised his tendrils pointing towards the noise.

A monster was behind them, neither human nor demon. Instead of using dead bodies as a medium, like a necromancer would, they used their own bodies.

"It's not been that long, right? How about we have that meal, Alexis?"

The woman ahead of them should have been the once kind and lovely guild receptionist in her mid thirties. Her curled brown hair is gone, even her amber eyes are no longer visible.

Now Claire had long red hair; its colour was more like flowing blood than a solid colour. Her eyes now had yellow iris and a red sclera, giving her an eerie vibe. Her arms were elongated with large blades attached, which flickered between visible and invisible because of the smokey scenery.

"Haha, a gentleman never goes back on his word."

"How about a dance first?"

He had sweat forming on his brow. He knew she would be a large part of this assault. She was the daughter of a high priest of doom. They were followers of the goddess of Evil and Chaos. Honestly, he knew that she could be here ahead of time because of today's interaction.

She seemed far too willing and direct. But because he'd started taking this world lightly, completely forgetting to keep his guard up against the worst villains.

"Gyahahahahaha" A strange voice echoed from her mouth, extremely deep yet feminine.

Claire never moved closer; of course she didn't need to. Her speciality was speed, and if he didn't know her abilities from his time playing the game on earth, he'd be well and truly fucked right now.

'Salia, she will open with an extremely fast attack to the rear. Always block your back if you lose sight of her. The main targets are your liver and kidneys. She likes to slowly disable an opponent whilst relishing in their despair.'

The minotaur's eyes moved towards Alexis for less than a second before returning to the woman with her eyes more focused and severe. Both Alexis and Salia weren't speed types. If this were the game, they'd take critical damage every hit because of class disparity.

Woosh!

Like a gust of wind, Claire vanished from sight with less than a breath. Her violent spikes thrust towards Salia's spine, bouncing off with a loud clang, as she span in a half circle, throwing her shield slammed with so much force, Claire's claws bent slightly before returning to shape as she backed away, dodging Alexis's three tendrils slashing towards her flank.

"Phew! Two against one, that's really perverted for the first time, no? " Claire said, wiping her flank lightly with dark green blood, staining her sharp fingers, licking it seductively whilst acting completely normal towards Alexis.

This was the problem with this psychopath. During the game fights, she would randomly start a dialogue section, ending the combat, leading you to think it was scripted. Then suddenly, your entire party would suffer a critical hit upon the start of a new round of combat, and sometimes she'd just flirt with the protagonist and do nothing at all.

"Ah, that's right. But I love being a pervert!"

Clang!

Alexis shot forward, swinging his tendrils in the form of swords towards her flanks and neck, hoping to catch her off guard like in the game. A single tendril cut her neck just a little bit as green blood ran down her cleavage as she shook with anger.

[Shield Wall!]

Salia pulled back Alexis as he stumbled backwards. Almost instantly after he moved, Claire had slashed against Salia's shield more than a dozen times, causing deep scatches to form in the centre.

With a fierce kick, Salia blew Claire backwards several metres, rolling along the stone floor, destroying several small wooden ruined barrier planks before finally coming to a stop, her long hair tangled and messy, covering her face completely.

"How dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, how dare you, HOW DARE YOU INTERUPT ME!"

BAM!

Then she vanished. There wasn't even a sound like earlier when a naked purple-skinned foot slammed into Alexis's cheek, his eyes widening as the force sent him shooting like a meteor into a nearby stone building with a smash, the pressure so high he couldn't move a muscle as his body slowly rotated out of control, colliding with a stone fireplace, embedding him, causing the entire wall to shake, dust and debris raining to the floor.

"F-fuck! Peh!" He felt as if he was spinning in circles, spitting out a large amount of blood, feeling the bones in his face slightly cracked from her power, only hearing the sounds of metal and bone constantly colliding in the background. His head was extremely fuzzy as he attempted to pull himself out of the stone, falling powerlessly onto the ground, only able to crawl due to concussion.

"Ugggh! I must get up and help Salia. I cannot let her fight the woman who killed her!"

Alexis began to drag his body, ignoring the pain and double vision, following only his connection to Salia. His tendrils strangely seem to change slightly with his constant will to save his minotaur partner.

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Salia was currently in bad condition. Her armour was beginning to become useless with several pierced holes bleeding. Her shield was now almost shattered. She'd managed to land several good blows on the Deva, but she also began to regenerate slowly. Only the blows to key parts such as her neck and the centre of her chest remained serious.

"You're one stubborn and tasty bitch!" Claire said, her mouth filled with Salia's blood after licking her bladed fingers clean.

"Would you taste like beef if I cooked you alive?" Tilting her head, Claire's eyes flashed with as she seemed to be completely serious.

All Salia cared about was pulverising this insane slut that hurt Alexis. Nobody cared for him like she did, no matter how many times she could remember over and over. She was always beside him yet the furthest away from his heart. Compared to the other smaller girls around Alexis, Salia always held a complex because she was so tall, creating her own wall between the two.

'But finally, he showed interest! His body reacted to me! I won't lose, I CAN'T LOSE!'

Claire once again, slightly fatigued, her speed wasn't undetectable anymore. Salia listened, waiting for the moment she extened too far, the breeze, Alexis slowly dragging himself towards her with his deep worried breaths, then a slight tap, followed by another!

SLASH!

Salia dropped her shield the instant she felt the sound and breeze of Claire's crazed triple piercing blow, taking one of her blades into her abdomen, another just beside her heart, and catching the final one with her bulging muscular hand.

Salia's normally beautiful and calm face instantly warped into something akin to a devil; her eyes narrowed, no longer prim and proper, but like a gangster, her dirty smirk like a shark. Her lips were slightly thinning, and she spoke quietly in a deep, raspy voice.

"Hey, slut, Did you think I'd allow you to touch my man and keep that hand?"

"HUH?!"

RIP!

The normally gentle minotaur used her muscles to keep Claire in place. Her body struggled desperately to get away from Salia, but neither of her blades was able to move, as she felt the bones in her right arm begin to seperate, as the hand bones were crushed into powder.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"My fucking arm!"

"You bitch, I'll kill you!"

"die, die, die, die!"

Claire began to pull her body away, her sharp pointed teeth attempting to bite into the arm gripping her left arm.

When Salia tossed the removed arm into a blazing fire, it turned into ash almost instantly, which caused Claire's attitude to become even more intense, yet still unable to cause anything more than slightly more aggreviated wounds in the cow's body.

"Peh!"

She spat saliva and blood into Claire's face, before both of her muscular arms grabbed onto her face, pulling her off the floor as her hulking body leant backwards, before smashing forwards.

THUD!

With the sound of bone shattering, Claire's forehead cracked from Salia's headbutt, causing severe concussion as green blood covered her face like a broken fountain. Salia too had taken damage, her face now slightly pale because of the sustained blood loss. But since Claire's face was now scarred and no longer getting better, the battle was almost over.

"Hah, now you're so fucking ugly, no man would touch your disgusting face or filthy cunt."

"Bitch, try to seduce my man again. I'll throw you into a pit of orcs and feed them the strongest succubi aphrodesiac!"

Salia continued to spray profanities at Claire, whose consciousness was now blurry. She couldn't understand. How did I get beaten by a low-level fucking cow? Is this all a bad dream? I'm just dreaming yes!'

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Although, from the point of view of Alexs, all he could see after he desperately made his way back was Claire's two arms piercing through Salia's body, who was now acting meek and almost dying as she whispered "H-help Alexis...", pretending to be severely wounded because she wanted to be cared for. When seeing this, Claire almost spat a litre of blood instantly.

Alexis stumbled closer towards the two. His feelings of rage were being corrupted by something. The black smoke that entered his body from his mother was slowly changing his body into something inhuman. The three tendrils slowly morphed with his intense anger, despair, and fears of losing someone close to him again.

"Ahh... You see, I wanted you to live a little longer. "

"To draw out that nonce father of yours."

"To hell with it!"

His right arm rose, glowing a dark black. The tendrils that separated from his body now took the form of monstrously large black and white arms, each grabbing a damaged spear from the several corpses lying around. One was a pathetic wooden goblin spear, but that was all that mattered.

WOOSH!

"Gakkk?"

The arms began to tense, pulling back like a cobra, then flung the large spears towards Claire, the moment before they struck, withdrawing Salia as to avoid friendly fire. But the arms didn't stop one.

Claire was pierced with a large goblin spear through her thigh. Dirty black blood mixed with her green, causing an intense burning pain.

"Gyaaaaaaaaaah, NO PLEASE!"

"I'll do anything!"

The poison within the spear was enough to cause sepsis instantly if stung by a human. The other two spears went through her shoulders, dislocating one arm and missing another arm when they glanced off the other side.

"Stop!"

"I'll form a servant c-contract with you!"

They kept getting different weapons, including rocks, and beating the Deva with them, breaking her bones, piercing her organs, and tearing her skin.

Splatter!

Finally, the last rock completely destroyed the last remains of the Deva Claire Reymane.

[Deva Claire Reymane was defeated!]

[Gained EXP]

[Level UP!]

[Level 8]

Alexis watched this happen with no emotions. His face was filled with a neutral stare, as if he was just watching an ant die. Ignoring her screams for mercy and vowing to serve him eternally because inside his ears, a horrifying voice was calling out to his soul. It was every word in a strange language that drove him closer to insanity with each letter.

"pu ush slak snodh chtouk hadh pu jay snodh nadh kagshayb thi mash"

The problem was that he could understand this horrific language but the place it was talking about was not in the game, nor was it anything he knew about.

Translated into common language:

"Come to me child"

"I am waiting."

"Come, Alexander"

"To your birthplace"

"Where it all began"

"Come to the abyss!"

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Near a completely anihilated bunker 10, an extremely old man with blading grey hair suddenly felt a jolt as he looked around himself desperately.

"Claire? My Claire?"

"Where did you go Claire!?"