For a few moments after Leona vanished, Medeia simply watched as Jennifer slept, her expression unreadable. In truth, she was doing some rather heavy thinking and the bound council member in her arms was far too petrified at this point to do anything but stare at the blonde’s missing arm, her eyes wide at the sight. The witch pondered to herself for some time, knowing full well that they would not be alone for long and eventually, she placed Maya to one side and moved over to Jennifer, tapping in to the third of her magics. It was not one that she used as much as the other two and to use it on another was even rarer. Yet, whether it was out of fondness, admiration or simply the fact that they were job partners, Medeia would then begin to use her own branch of supportive magic on her downed ally. Her vampire demon slayer magic would begin to merge with Leona’s own healing powers, as well as adding a defensive spell or two in order to defend Jennifer from further harm. The black haired angel’s hands would softly move over the bountiful blonde’s body, doing what she could to help protect her from what was to come, as well as any infection that could stem from her missing arm. Sadly, she could not restore her arm but could at least restore her vitality and her energy. Somehow, the slayer just felt a compulsion to do it, which was a little baffling to her. Why did she care so much?
When the task was done, Medeia would then gently move Jennifer over beside Maya and placed them side by side, before her gaze would briefly turn to the pink haired girls, “I swear that if you try anything funny now then job or no job, I will make you wish that you had never been born. Lie there and think about what you have seen occur today. It is pointless to fight against my bindings and they will only tighten each time you do. Behave yourself and I will let you out when this is done but in exchange, I want you to tell everyone you see about what has happened here. You do not pass a man, woman or child, without informing them of what you have seen. There is one more fight that must take place and we both know it. Your angelic defender will soon emerge, seeking vengeance and wanting to level this entire place and I highly doubt that she will care about whether you survive or not. So, lie there and pray, Maya.”
Briefly walking over to Genesis's body, Medeia would drink the potions that lay beside her, before glancing up at the sky. Still in her takeover form, she would stretch her wings briefly before launching herself up into the air, awaiting her new foe and it seemed that the angel was was in a definite hurry. The fallen angel had only risen about twenty feet before a figure would come charging down at her from above. No words, simply what looked to be an angel shaped torpedo that was hurling down towards her. Reacting quickly, Medeia would briefly turn to sand, causing the diving creature to crash head first into the ground, causing the area around her to shine with a blinding light. It had been a surprisingly aggressive first move and as the witch watched from above, she tilted her head as the light faded and her opponent was revealed.
A white haired angel, with hair that matched her wings in colour. Her gaze was as piercing as Medeia’s own and her tone of voice when she did speak was authoritative in tone, “I hope you are proud of yourself, Priya, you and your friend have just ended the lives of dozens of innocent people and for what? To attract my attention? To irritate the magical council of this country? Since when did you care about such trivial things? Answer me.”
“You are quite right, Angelicae, I have little interest in either the council or the fools who lived in this place,” Medeia answered truthfully, “However, I do have an interest of ridding this world of false angellic scum such as yourself. For all of those years that you forced her to sit in that damn prison, stuck in an endless limbo that was never ending. I freed her from that torment and now I will take out all of that frustration on you and send a message of my own to those who live in the heavens. I also owe you a debt of pain for your pet Genesis’s treatment of my partner. It is only fair that I return the favour, is it not? Do not worry, we have a nice little audience down there watching us and I am sure Maya would love twill enjoy seeing you suffer.”
“You blame us for imprisoning her in that prison?” the angel responded, “What else were we supposed to do with her? Allow her to walk the heavens and the earth, seducing and philandering with every woman that she came across? She was a disgrace to our kind and by taking her as a part of yourself, you have brought her sentence on yourself. Do yourself a favour and cast her out.”
“It is too late for that,” the witch quipped with a smile, “I will not cast her out and you do not have the strength to force her out. Save your pathetic jibes. We both know what is going to happen here. You are going to lay dead at my feet, while the last member of this pathetic castle watches in silence.”
Before Angelicae could utter another word, Medeia unleashed a blast of purple energy that dashed towards her target, forcing the angel to quickly dart out of the way and counter it with a bolt of holy light. The two blasts of energy would slam into each other and cause an explosion that would send both of them backwards a little. This was a fight that the witch had been looking forward and she felt more than ready. Angelicae would then raise a hand to the sky which would cause a blast of light to strike down from the sky, forcing Medeia to create a shield of blood that would form above her, blocking the attack and leaving her unharmed.
A smile forming across her face, Medeia would then open her mouth and unleash a bellow of sand that would tear towards her foe and strike the angel full on, knocking her backwards and causing her to walk backwards. With a snap of her fingers, the witch would then cause a pair of tornadoes to surround her foe, one of sand and one of purple energy. The two mighty spells would work in tandem, dealing heavy damage and causing the white haired angel to scream in pain and terror. There was no toying from the slayer here and Medeia wanted this fight done right.
Forced up into the air by the tornadoes, Angelicae was defenceless to block a powerful claw attack from the witch that hurtled towards her and left a bloody mark which soon began to bleed, causing her to wince and take additional damage. Medeia had her right where she wanted her and each strike seemed to bring her closer to death, however, she was not quite done and with a roar, the angel managed to free herself as a blinding light would surround her form, freeing her from Medeia’s combination.
That, however, caused the smile to fade from Medeia’s face and with a swipe of her hand, a large tentacle would rise from the ground and ensnare Angelicae in its slimy grip, squeezing her with all its might. The angel would screech and cry in pain and Medeia would only add to pain by summoning a bed of purple spikes that would burst from the ground and pierce the angel’s legs and feet. It was pure torture and to make matters even worse, the witch would then summon her favourite toy, a long purple whip and begin to start cracking it against Angelicae’s frame, breaking through her armour after a while and leaving horrible welts on her skin. It was the look on the slayer’s face that was the most frightening aspect though as another smile did begin to peek through but it was rather more depraved, as if Medeia was enjoying every moment of it.
Having her opponent completely at her mercy, Medeia would float down towards her immobilised enemy, place two fingers under Angelicae’s chin and then softly press her lips against the angels forehead. It only lasted a moment and the witch soon pulled away, before wrapping her whip around the woman’s neck and pulling with all her might, causing it to break and bringing the fight to an end. The tentacle would vanish, causing the angel’s body to collapse to the floor and after a few moments, it would become enveloped in a holy light and vanish entirely.
With that, the job was completed and with a nod of satisfaction, Medeia would turn and walk back towards where Jennifer and Maya lay. Ignoring the council member for a moment, her purple eyes gaze would turn towards her partner and mentee, a softer look forming on her face. She would kneel down besides the sleeping blonde and gently kiss her on the lips, proud of her efforts and admiring her for having the nerve to sacrifice her own arm in order to complete the task at hand.
Her gaze would then turn to Maya, who had tears streaming down her face at this point and after a moment of thought, Medeia snapped her fingers and the ropes binding her would vanish. “Get out of here and remember what I said, understood?”
Nodding her head frantically, the pink haired council member would take off as quickly as she could, having been taught a lesson that she would never forget. Watching her leave, Medeia would gently hold her fallen partner in her arms, enjoying a few moments of rest, their mission having been a success.
(Post WC: 1701)
(Total WC: 14124/14000)
(Bosses Defeated: 6/6)
(Word Count Reached)