"I must become stronger. . . . Without my powers . . . "
Demonica thought , her mind was on overdrive body quivering. Memories of how she failed those citizens coming back like knives in her soul. She was surrounded by many many Adjuchas hundreds of them, she was not relying in any spiritual power. . Her barrier was gone she had deactivated it: She was determined to train her physical power. She was determined not to move once, which is why she Exhaled her hands sliding into a fighting stance no power radiating from her she had forced herself to drain it all, she felt no power which would save her.
She felt many things. Drained, determined ready to take on the world: this was why she was out here in the middle of no where surrounded by hundreds of these beasts which where ready to assault her. It was why she had came out here pushing herself to the limit she was tired. But she was in a part of her mind deep within herself.
She tugged on this inner thread, her inner beserker her inner doer. Her motivation her alexander the great. Her Einstein , Her Abraham Lincon, Her George Washington. Her heart of hearts which she had been ignoring for so long. The one thing she had been afraid to embrace when becoming a demon, It was her insanity. What as a human had made her so Insane so dangerous.
But now, she embraced it alright she embraced it like a lover, like that long lost brother you thought to be dead. It grew blossoming inside her, reconnecting the broken link between who she was in life, and who she had become in death. She now slowly opened her eyes she was at her limits but, it did not matter. Why, She was not going to give up thousands of lives for nothing Thousands of mistakes which had been made on her part.
It was then the first roar had ripped out it was a roar of madness of mindless hunger a cry of the pitied the cry of the sinners. The cry of the Enraged, in short a cry of war which was taken up like a chorus by all of the , hollow kind in the area cero's charging some running some backing up but it was time . . they began firing the booms and screeching projectiles cratering the ground, but all demonica heard was her own heart beat as that inner beserker which made her a demon in life, resurfaced finally in death.
Now, the first came and demonica's hands slid forward moving like a dancer but not leaving the spot she was in her hand smashing into the orb throwing it to the side sliding her body to the left like she was dancing the Soldier boy a orb sliding across her neck like it was wanting to give her a hickie the kiss of heat and power leaving a slight scratch, but not a bruise as she began to speed up, her hands moving to the right backhanding another cero back using speed and strength, though it was a chore. Her body was tired bone tired; it was like she was the drunk person, drunk on insomnia that sleepless night that delirious laughing night. It greeted her like a stranger a friend a homey a drunkard in arms.
Shit was rolling all though, as a cero slid towards her face slipping through her guard like quicksilver, getting friendly with her face with a huge explosion. A explosion which covered her face with smoke, her delirious laughter echoing her desire to get stronger. Tired battered each movement was a uphill battle: one she would not loose, she was the Trojan horse: creativity up the ass is her guide she ate the pain the despair the confusion she ate it like it was her capt'n crunch or her rice krispys "Snap,crackle pop" .
Cero's kept flying though as her arms where covered in slight scorch marks, which caressed her features like the work of a tattoo artist, black on white the sky and the stars. Though, now another came low balling the shot , a bad shot demonica moving her foot up, stopped it like she was playing soccer , and wanted to pop the ball: She stomped it down Stomped it down and exploded it deflated it, And Destroyed it utterly and completely.
Now, cero's where interesting and all, yeah red balls of explosive origins the product of energy barf . . or energy use. What ever, there was also the ones running towards her, some even being clobbered by there comrade in arms cero's and those where ran over by the ones behind them, tripping over each other driven by greed. It was war, as they roared their roars being mad being fun being filled with blood lust and deadly intent.
Then they got within reach , the first jumping towards demonica, in slow motion she smiled some,as she slid her left hand forward , intercepting it like she was catching a fast ball from a world known famous pitcher: this was the parody in the madness, hand meet mask: mask get clenched clench = crush and games over try again, that was what happened the mask shattering into dust dust finer then sand, to be blown away as the seconds rancid roar punctuated the sky.
It was this one which had the brain or the disposition of smarts, as it feinted to the side and struck to the left, rending cloth from demonica's pretty tight fitting garmet: the exposed breast and women skin, sexy skin was a site short lived, while demonica slid her hand out brushing the beast away hooking her fingers within the masks eye holes like she was plucking a harp. Then playing a metaphorical power cord she threw it. The motion of a strike oriented bowler flicking the monster towards another like it was a lightning bolt straight out of hell.
The two needless to say collided with spectacular force, killing both: the third coming from the back jumped jump its head dangerously close to her own, like it was wanting to become her lover it roared it was stupid. Stupidly retarded as was the majority of these petty beasts at this stage. This earned it a direct one on one use of demonica's head against its mask with crushing force. Basically it got itself the "Death by headbutt" Sentence, as more of them kept coming. It was like the tide, never ending but ebbing and flowing the sky lit up with multiple explosions it was like the fourth of the fucking july. God bless the fucking world right? Well Demonica was moving dodging evading and trolling it was mind over matter which kept this truck on trucking this mess. The body endurance stamina where being pushed beyond the max but it was because of this that her will was stronger then ever before. Quelling shaking tremors which where the bodies way of saying "YOUR ON EMPTY BITCH"
to hell with that, demonica had given up on the notion of defeat, she erased, deleted removed or took the lack of the definition into her mind. She forgot its notion, its value is presence is consequences. It just was not her problem because, she was here to get stronger so what happened before would not happen again.
This is what drove her, as her first fucking 1 hit knocked out another beast from the ring, which was her vicinity: Her left hand and right where her partners in crime, her rocky and jackie chan. Her fucking Terminator and Avenger, they where her hulk and Thor and they where wrecking these foe's. As the fourth came, it came in low intending to deck her, or hug her who the fuck knows. Demonica though using her elbow jammed it down her foot going up, fucking chain gang banging the beast to death as it was knocked down by her elbow then terminated by the bottom of her foot. Foot+Monsterface= Monster death.
That was the equation that kept this shit rolling and rolling, she moved as the 5th came her fist uppercutting the foe to the right while her foot cresent snap slapped the foe into a series of crater inducing land-skipping with the side of her foot. Smashing mowing, bowling and disemboweling the brethren race like they where domino's knocking several back into a cratered mass or frat party of death. It just did not matter she was moving moving with a purpose the purpose to kill the foe. Kill and destroy. . .This is why she was working towards the common goal of ending them. hundreds to go and demonica was not giving the slightest fuck. She was crushing them like no tomorrow was present: this was her remedy to the madness in her mind the method to her madness. . And this was..
Only the beginning