forum The Crusade of Life and Light Against the Assault of Darkness and Death (Open OxO)

Started March 05, 2023 by @False-andrew flash_on

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"He's a man, the same as Lucifer!" Malacin growled, the word man dripping with malice. It was clear she didn't hold Lucifer much higher than God.

"God is no man!" Fréa snarls back. "He is God. He is Divine, He is Light, He is Love!"

"Oh please!" She hissed. "Do you really expect me to belive that? To belive that he gave you a choice to fight?"

Fréa pauses.

"He. . ." she starts, before shaking her head. "I am glad that He chose me to fight for Him."

Malacin's deep black eyes could be seen from under the mask's eyeholes, filling with tears. "But did he let you choose?" She stressed.

"I don't need to choose. I was going to fight for Him anyways." she snaps. "Stop trying to confuse me."

"I am not trying to confuse you, I'm trying to talk sense into you!" Malacin explains, voice choked up with emotion.

Fréa growls, but thinks. She doesn't lower her weapons - that would be foolish. She was still in the middle of a battle.

Finally, she speaks.

"Your sense is merely the twisted words of your lord." she says, but she sounded unsure.

"Do you think I hold my lord's words much higher than I hold yours?" Malacin scoffed. "I simply do what he asks out of thanks for giving me a place, and a family."

Fréa growls.

"Enough." she says, taking the opportunity to pierce the demon's shoulder with her spear.

Malacin screamed when the spear drove through her shoulder, falling to her knees and wailing. She was in so much pain, it was all she could feel.

Fréa pulls out the spear and stares down at the demon for a moment before disappearing into the masses.

When the battle ends, Fréa stands alone on the field, mountains of corpses around her and not a drop of glory or pride in sight.

Malacin had managed to be found by one of her comrades before someone else put her out of her misery, helping her retreat and leading her back to the medical area, where she could get her many wounds checked on. When they found her, she was rambling senselessly about how 'They were all the same'.

(Lol yeah)
(This won't be the last time these two fight btw XD)

Fréa strips off her armor and tosses it into a corner of her dorm, examining her body for bruises she knew wouldn't be there.

There were scars, though. From numerous whippings as punishment and duels with fellow students, she'd gained scars.

And now with the newest battele, she had a few more. Thanks to that- that- insufferable demon.

She growls quietly to herself.

God is Good. He is Love. He is Truth. He is Light. He is Divine. I will Believe in Him, and Pledge my undying Loyalty to Him, so I may one day rise to be by his side. she thinks, repeating this mantra over and over and over until every other thought was drowned out.

Except for that one. Little. Nugget. Of doubt.

The dinner bell rings. Fréa ignores it and instead strips off the rest of her clothes except her plain white camisole and boxers before climbing into her bed and attempting to fall asleep.

The next morning, she suits up again - she'd fixed her arnor with magic - and heads to the colliseum, where graduation was being held.

She, of course, was placed in charge of the 6th Division of the Revelations Crusaders.

The next week, she was wading through another army.

Malacin had been healed to the best of the medical demon's abilities, with still a few scars, but it was nothing new. Her entire arm was covered in them, and the shoulder would just be another stitch on her tapestry of battle.

As soon as she was deemed alright, she was sent back into combat.

Fréa's sword and spear whistled through the masses as she tries to block out everything except her own heartbeat. That little nugget of doubt had grown over the week, and she hated it.

She wanted to find that demon woman and end her, just to prove to herself that she was right.

Incidentally, she spots a flash of the porcelain mask.

Malacin was fighting off two angels at once, throwing a javelin through the stomach of one and slashing the other's throat with deadly precision. She wasn't focusing on anything but the battle and staying alive. She needed to stay alive, if not for herself, then for her children.

Fréa spins her way througha few last enemies, finding herself directly in front of Malacin.

"You again." she says quietly.

Her sword disappears, leaving her with just her spear. She'd grown magnificent wings over the week. Snow white, a living eye on each to gaze upon the whole of the world.

"This time, you won't escape with a mere scratch on your shoulder." she challenges, leveling her spear at the demon woman.

Malacin cut down the second angel and turned towards the angel woman, her eyes hardening. "I would prefer if you left me with no scratches, but I suppose that's not going to happen, is it dear?" She chuckled coldly, pulling her javelin out of the other angel's stomach.

Fréa smirks beneath her helmet.

"Care to at least treat me to your name and a dance?" she asks, her form flickering as she simply seems to phase across the distance seperating them, driving her spear towards the woman's chest.

Malacin tossed the javelin into her other hand, tilting her head with her deep black eyes staring through the Angel.

"Malacin." Was all she said before jumping into action.