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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"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.

Fréa tilts her head and grins.

"'Malacin.' Even your name represents demonic influence and violence." she replies. "But for what it's worth, you have the honor of being slain by Fréa Trilmik Winry, of the Powers of Heaven and leader of the 6th Division of the Revelations Crusaders." she introduces, her tracing a blazing line of energy across Malacin's chest.

"Lucifer bellow, even your name sounds pretentious." Malacin snarked, dodging out of the way with a hop to her back foot, before going low and slicing the woman's abdomen with her javelin, imbuing corruption into the weapon. It would most likely get infected now.

Fréa winces, but knew her new, increased regeneration would deal with the worst of the wound.

"Oh shut up, black-blooded freak." she snarls, jamming her spear into Malacin's shoulder and leaving it there, summoning a pair of daggers connected by a chain.

Malacin smirked and pulled the spear out, breaking it over her knee and leaving it on the ground. "Oh wow, really delving into that territory, huh love?" She laughed coldly, barely wincing at the pain.

Fréa chuckles. "Go ahead, break another one. You'll get a nasty surprise."

"I'm not your 'love,' you demonic piece of shit." she growls, throwing one side of her weapon through Malacin's guard, wrapping the magically elongating chain around her a few times before yanking the demon lady close and driving the other dagger through Malacin's side.

Malacin yelped at the intrusion in her side but used this closeness to drive her greatsword into Frea's stomach, twisting it to make sure it went through. "Love is love, there's really no need to be that harsh."

Fréa gasps and grins, spitting her golden blood onto the demon's mask.

"Even if your 'love' is one-sided and twisted?" she asks, dragging the dagger through the demon's side and out the back, damaging one of her kidneys.

"Fuck!" Malacin hissed, eyes clenching shut for a half a second before opening, this time with pure fury in her eyes. "First you insult my children, then you insult my ability to love? I thought angels were supposed to be all nice, maybe you aren't the angel you think you are."

"Oh, I never said anything regarding your ability to love, all I said is that your love is twisted." Fréa smirks.

"We're nice to God's followers, not demons. The least we can do for demons is offer a quick - but not painless - death."

"And what would make you think my love is twisted? Have you ever experienced it? I think not, little Angel." Malacin summoned a dagger and plunged it into the side of Frea's upper arm.