Bathing In Corruption [Algos/Vanyel]

"Oh? And praytell, whatever vendetta do you have against sweet little old me?"

Algos wriggled her eyebrow as plums of her own energy of death forged a wall of blackened sand around her frontal area. This medium of energy acted as a shield to neutralize his attacks to prevent him from breaking through without exerting even more energy and effort. This was the first blow of the fight she initiated, to believe her instincts as a demon goddess wasn't on point was a fool's mistake.

"What is going on in that cute little head of yours, hmmm?"

Shifting her position, the demoness used her energy as a means to pulse through the air, break the distance and emerge behind the male as she brought her tendril crashing down on his back to smother him in the dirt. In the act of doing so, plums of debris, sand, and earth would scatter even if he dodged; creating a hell storm of projectiles capable of breaking bones and cutting up that tender little fleshy body of his real good.

"Give me some of that good pain to feast on, Vanyel. I'm not quite drunk enough on this delightful essence."

...She had to be fucking joking. The first words out of her mouth only served to make him angry, amplified even more by blocking his attack, only to swiftly move around him. On pure instinct, his body shimmered with a light shade of blue, and his body immediately became covered in five thin layers of energy, almost liquid-like in appearance, and he tried to bring his arms behind him in order to block whatever was coming his way.

He could hear the sound of something tearing through the air and knew he didn't have the time to turn around and block, so he held his weapons up behind him, only for him to suddenly feel the tendril crash down into him, knocking him onto his stomach. Using the small amount of time he had on the ground, he holstered one of his weapons and rolled over, hurling out an array of throwing knives in Algos' direction as the debris went flying, using the movement in order to turn himself over and get back on his feet after the debris flew by.

"Don't try and play dumb to get cute with me."

Taking out the gunblade he had holstered again and letting Corrosion Cloud wrap itself around the blade again, he wasted no time in closing the gap, attempting a flurry of slashes again, moving in a quick, controlled manner.

"You know what you did to Caly. I don't care how long ago it was, I'm still fuckin' furious about it."

In truth, he wasn't even sure how he felt about it anymore. Part of him was mad, part of him was upset, part of him was confused and frustrated and he couldn't make sense of it all. Part of him wanted to try and forgive her, but he also couldn't stop the desire to punch her, to hurt her as much as he could as a way of him finally getting even with her after what he did to his beloved. He figured Algos could probably feel the emotions boiling from him -- but he didn't care. Mumbling through clenched teeth, his body began to crackle with lightning as his movements never seemed to cease.

Again and again, he'd attempt to cut her to try and hit her with the influence of Corrosion Cloud, repeatedly going for either her magic or her energy in order to slow her down and take away the thing that seemed to be central and essential to her -- given how much she used it. As he continued to move around and attack from different angles, lightning crackled along with the blades of his weapons and sent out electric shocks with every attack to try and break through her defenses and dish out a different form of damage.

The knives were deflected away from Algos as a further flurry of tendrils swelled from the base of her spine. Two dozens of them sought to consume and devour these weapons as they all bled to life with cuts from taking on such blows. Still, at the end of the die, they were digested as the woman's face grew vacant in its stare. Well, at least before she started her own empty laugh when the male found out about her and Calypso's little love affair. How was she was supposed to respond to such things?

"We both fell into each other. If you truly believe this was a one-sided affair, you are delusional."

Eyes flashing to life with crimson light, the woman wasted no time summoning a cluster of demonic energy in order to level the next four blocks over with her damning might. In doing so, she'd seek to prove as a daunting wall of might for Vanyel to climb if he were to ever be able to reach the deep, hellish sin which she rooted in herself -- and in her sister.

"I was her first. I wanted to feel her body, connect, and be loved. And she was a lost, hurt and painful creature. What else are two pitiful beings suppose to do but fall into a bed of sin?"

As The Demoness's voice pierced throughout the thunderous booms of the explosions all around them, Algos alone dared to stand in this smoldering hole of fire, ash, and destruction as her eyes dulled before coming to a foul smile.

"Yes. I took her first, you came second. So be as angry as you wish to be, as you are cleaning up the mess of my essence in her."

And with that, Algos motioned with her finger for him to charge once more as she continued to take delight in his struggle while relishing in those sweet memories.

"Hate me, love me; the past is done and there is nothing you can do to change that."

He was hardly surprised at Algos' ability to counteract his attack, using tendrils to devour and break down the knives that he had thrown. He hardly had anything in comparison to that -- aside from his strongest ability, something that he had no intentions of bringing out now and burning through all of his energy in the process.

Instead, he continued to stick with knives, brief blasts of lightning, protecting himself with his abilities, and attempting precise strikes with Corrosion Cloud. But, as he went to bring out more throwing knives, he stopped in his tracks as Algos laughed at him, only for him to get even more furious. She thought that was the reason why he was angry? Did she just forget the fact that she abused, drugged, and damn near mutilated his beloved with little to no remorse?

The man started grinding his teeth, but quickly covered his eyes at the sudden burst of power being summoned from the demonic princess, the crackle of the wind as the ground around them erupted in a flash of crimson energy, with Vanyel being knocked up into the air, sent flying and shattering a layer of his defenses. Manging to right himself in the air and land in a way to minimalize as much damage as he could, Vanyel slowly got to his feet, chuckling softly.

"You're an idiot. Do you really think that you fuckin' her is why I'm pissed?"

Tilting his head up and gathering energy into his legs, he kicked off the ground and launching himself toward Algos, readying Corrosion Cloud as it shifted its shape, Vanyel drawing Kuro Komo and the metaphysical construct coiling around the sword as he pointed it down and attempted to drive it right into Algos' chest. Regardless if she took the hit or moved out of the way, Vanyel would waste no time in returning to a neutral stance, pointing the weapon toward her, ready to counter and strike again.

"You hurt her. You abused her, drugged her, tortured her, forced her to watch as you toted your happy ass over to Minatumi to try and murder one of her closest friends just because of something YOU HAD NO FUCKING AUTHORITY OVER."

A groaning type of moan exited the mouth of the demoness as the male called out to her. Those memories were dulled, numbed, and forgotten to the Princess as she felt she had resolved that with the essence of Calypso's mind: Pseu. Sweet, Pseu. If Pseu could forgive her, everyone else's opinion was null on the subject matter. There were many foul things done to that woman, but Algos did desire to want to make it right in her own foul way.

Still -- she was a creature of sin.

When the likes of Vanyel went in to attack once more, Algos felt the blackened pain in her chest flare up as those awful things she did came back to her mind and fueled her assault to come. As, in a matter of mouths, she vomited a flood of shade energy drenched in Death's Essence. Provided he was willing to suffer through these acidic fluids drenching him, he would have his strike at her chest. Regardless of what happened, The Demoness would remain in place as her crimson eye never left his sight.

"And what do you want? An apology? I'm aware of what I did was foul. We've made up, forgiven each other and I just want Pseu to love me again."

That was the only thing burning in her mind at the moment. Her sister. What did he even know of their bond? He was an outsider. So, as she scoffed, the woman started to grow irritated as the whole area darkened with the stench of death itself over flooring it. The extract of her essence was bleeding black energy which filled the atmosphere with this overwhelming presence that sought to eradicate the air the male breathed and smother him in this contempt.

"What do you even know of my connection to her? You've only just known my sister, while Pseu and I go back many lifetimes. What the fuck do you even know? I love her. I love my sister so much it hurts."

Now with her biting her lip out of hate to the point of drawing blood, the woman started to see him -- as an enemy.