Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
The demoness could feel it, the impact of something against her back, something skittering off to the side of her but more then that, the collision would explode outwards. A microburst of air and an accompanied shockwave that sent the blade instead of falling to the ground? Off in a random direction like a rocket, Demonica hadn’t even moved this entire time, she hadn’t even blinked as the energy had slammed into her, and shocked her to the very core. Not because of the amount of force behind it but because she, demonica had been unaware of such a powerful foe that had been lurking quite close by. This foe had made a Mockery
Of her by hiding and slinking around before somehow appearing behind her to strike through the back of her demonic barrier, granted she hadn’t raised it more than what was required to use it as a chair but still he had PIERCED it, something that had taken another person, who she had fought, a shinigami who if she was correct was even stronger than he, a ridiculous amount of power to shatter and he had done it so quickly. A fact that made her stop, debate and then well, she seemed to simply sit there her expression remaining calm, collected, and still woefully demented like a bomb with the numbers ticking by, getting closer to zero with each passing second. ”..So is he happy? He made a fool of me, he made me look like an idiot. . Now that i take a second look these shinigami weren’t even shinigami, they were a diversion of some sort, something that was a ploy to distract me from this . . Individual who was lurking around as if they weren’t anything. That was when the first precursor of her wrath would subtly appear on the battlefield. Energy, energy of the likes that it could be called a force of nature all it’s own. An energy so dense demonica herself was momentarily obscured by the dark red miasma that would have pulsated and danced upon her skin, this killing intent she felt? Well something interesting would happen, as if the sleeping giant had been prodded awake? A immense insanity, one which was borne not of intent but the rawest feeling of destruction incarnate, bloodlust and malice, a malevolent presence that eclipsed everything else, like reaper had descended to kill everything not because it wanted to, but because that was the only option that was left for them. Yes that would be the oppressive feeling that raged out unchecked causing for the darker aspects of the madness to accelerate. The minds of shinigami , and supernatural being further spurred on by the weight that threatened to smother anything and everything. That was when demonica's eyes slanted her lashes obscuring a majority of her gaze, the shinigami leaned against the remaining bits of her demon barrier formed throne ,
The Shinigami said something, about how he had done that a few hundred times, with his back against the chair prior to that surge of killing intent that had illicited that strange oppressive feeling from the demoness, one that even now was raging. The demoness hadn’t graced him with a reply as eventually- he fell; fell like a stone his entire body falling sideways , down farther and farther until finally the male made his second move, Tendrils of darkness exploding like fangs from the shadows beneath, and that was when the demoness decided she would gauge this attack with how much damage it could do, the thick veil of shadows that flew at her being would be smacked away like a child being spanked by a tired adult, blown away with the surge of demonic energy that eventually settled over her very being, not because she was trying to display how much energy she possessed, But it was rather the opposite she was tired of holding [i] Back.
All these weaklings and sniveling worms that crawled timidly in the rubble struggling for survival bored her. They had no meaning no value other than to be the fodder that they had been destined to be, and as the maddened mind of the demoness, contorted. . Twisted
By the energy of the blackworld itself deliberated she was not just going into this fight without any preparation.
No that would be insulting, it would be a disgrace to the man that, for whatever reason had the balls to decieve try to kill and then speak to her nonchalantly and exert killing intent like it meant jack shit. Yes the demoness would take that second that she continued to sit after the attack, and she had taken in countless amounts of data, she had begun to plan out her attacks and how she would go about them. How she would attack, what her objective would be. All these things and more went through her head as she merely seemed to look down her eyes searching . .then searching and searching more to find the male that had tried to strike her down seeing as somehow after falling he had vanished, to appear laying down on the ground staring up at her, it was. . .strange it was almost as if she had found the one person that could evoke her ire within a couple thousand mile radius and just simply, stoped. Caring. Everything seemed to grow insignificant as the demoness raised her hand, then? She simply moved her hand downwards, the sharpness of her body naturally displacing air and as a direct result? Would cause a bladed jet of air to fly downwards towards the being, enough to scar the landscape, destroying buildings with what simply for the demoness was but a careless swat in all honesty.
Now it was time to teach him how powerless he was, how insignificant his might would measure up to her illogical pleasures. As she had looked down she would let out a sigh, as if she was being pushed to do this, to do something she didn’t like. Which was quite simply Using her head
There was times brute strength would not be enough to finish the task at hand, this for whatever reason- was one of those cases. Hence when the demoness stood, she would try to standard precautionary approach for defense, cloaking herself in akuma kyodo this time that was dense enough to become a pure armor, she would glance down at the male beneath and she would exhale, sure she knew this battle would be long and brutal yet she also was a warrior that had learned through combat many things, and learned to revel in many things. . Yes, even in her throes of insanity, and her cackling damnation she too. . She. .too had a purpose here one that she could devote herself to, one that she could fight for, hence even with her mood which waned from mania to ire and indifference to self reflection and thought marked the changes in her personality quite well it was something more.
More than a mere fight, or atleast even her urge for battle was sated by something more instinctual. Respect, respect for another predator that made this girl exhale and even if he attacked and slammed against her armor well she would deal with that when the time came, because all she felt where mania had made her giggle and cackle, laugh and roar with merryment, was simply apathy, a calmness that settled in her demented heart from knowing that she too, she had a purpose and a place in this world, finally after so long she belonged to something, there was a purpose in her madness. A fundamental WHY
that she had craved for so long, that she had tried to find once by sacrificing herself for her queen, then again for her former “lover” . Both seemed to never matter, never have a point, and even looking back on it, they had been so finite so . . . Empty.
So as she clearly heard the males conversation she chuckled since. . .Maybe she was stupid, for time and time again trying to like every other being, to find that niche in which she ultimately could belong and call her own. Hence why as she let her lips part a small grin would spread across, as she did that terrible energy that she possessed would explode even more garbing her in red and black before she stared at the shinigami, her expression both sad, as if she pitied that she couldn’t break this one. Not because he was strong, but simply because at that level of killing intent? In her mind’s eye he already was broken, a broken bird that even she an insane being sought to fix, so she wouldn’t ask the hundreds of questions she wished to ask , she wouldn’t try to understand the being that stood before her, as across the field of battle she was already utilizing the ability she had to read the environment via zao-ka’s influence and she was quite simply taking note of all the inhabitants in the city and everything else and then, the demoness had allowed her throne to dissipate with a flicker the remaining akuma kyodo reforming around her to condense further before she seemed to raise herself further into the sky.
From her veiw the world looked so small, so insignificant and she wondered if not for the thousandth time. Would she act any differently if she had been treated with kindness? If she had been treated as anything but a monster, She thought back to fantasia ,a being who while wasn’t the cause of her decision to embrace, was the turning point. A being that even after meeting her only once had deemed her a monster all the same, who had enlightened demonica herself when she had been lost without a guide, and wallowing in her own heartbreak. Hence it wouldn’t be a warning to the male, but rather a statement that was inevitable because demonica had decided , that she wasn’t going to save this city, because simply if a few died then more would be born, these shinigami and all races repopulated like jack-rabbits after all. So with her hand raising her energy would spike and that overwhelming pressure would increase before the demoness blinked once and thought about all the souls that would be erased. Yes mothers and fathers with their children would look up in the sky with its crimson hue, and probably wonder why they had to die like this.
However it didn’t matter to demonica as the red light covered the entirety of the ground, instead she had let the energy increase from her perch many miles in the air at this point, her golden hair aflutter in the wind. Then the immense energy that she had been gathering would shine like a star, the nuclear energy within crackling before she had released it upon the ground, the orb hanging there for a moment, as if deciding if it was going to do anything or not while the demon just… well watched it. Watched as it began to destabilize and grow in size, going from the size of a volleyball, to the size of a small building, destabilizing as a ring formed around it, and then the orb finally would burst as the demoness waited to see what the male would do. ”..Will you save them, or will you attack me? Choose shinigami. Show me you are not monstrous such as i.”
The blast would be immense, and if not stopped it would increase unchecked fed by the hydrogen atoms in the air itself, setting off a chain reaction that would be quite similar to a miniature nuke being dropped in the middle of town, not enough to erase the city. Since she was saving strength in case this turned into a drawn out battle, but enough that at this point if the blast went unchecked a rather noticeable portion of the city would be turned into a smoldering crater of radioactive ash. Hence why she’d begin by establishing her own dominion on the environment around them subtly while the blast was exploding, and given she had fortified herself to the point that at this particular point in time it’d take a lot to harm her it would present kuro with three options. One of course being attack the blast and contain it, two, attack demonica and try to injure her from her perch high in the sky, or three, stop her from establishing her zao-ka’s influence on the vicinity around her , or even possibly stop her from planning her next attack there was plenty kuro could do it was just a matter of what he would do, given if he focused on one, demonica would simply pool her resources into another, it wasn’t really a strategy as more her “playing” , her expression remaining neutral with that slight grin upon her face.