I, Necromancer Chapter 29 (Patreon)

Scaith turned his head, glowing eyes peering out of his expanding, life-ending Domain and past the horizon, meeting Yah's own gaze with a wide, child-like grin on his face overflowing with glee and excitement. A gaze that conveyed a single question.

'What do you think of this?'

And Yah was speechless. Breathless. All she could feel was a rather unfamiliar burning down below.

'Ah, so this is how it feels to lust after someone…' The Divine woman squashed those thoughts and burning with a faint flush of her cheeks, but wide smile on her immaculate face.

Time and time again, that young man proved to her that she loved having her attention stolen by him, and that she loved bearing witness to what other impossibility her brought into existence with that wonderful mind of his.

Shaking her head, she turned away despite wanting to look at him all the time. But she had her own job to do now.

"It is our turn to act." Her smile lands on Fleurdelys, who lands and gives Phrolova a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

The Super Devil had her eyes closed, standing before a swirling tear leading into the Dimensional Gap, far away from the battle raging within it.

"I found it." Her eyes snap open, and a string forms in the air, tied to her fingers and leading through the portal.

Their small team consisting of Yah, Phrolova, Shiva and Fleurdelys moved to follow the string to their target, leaving the camp of the Devils battleground behind.

Watching them go, Serafall turns to assume her own position, smirking when a vast and immense wave of power crashed down upon the Devil armies the moment Shiva and Yah took her leave.

Two figures revealed themselves, descending down from the skies, an Evil God riding upon one of the three heads of an Evil Dragon.

Angra Mainyu and his creation, Azi Dahaka.

Serafall flew up to meet their descent, sweet smile on her face, wearing her Magical Girl Wondrous and Mighty Battle Dress and her super duper strong Bad Guys Wacker wand. The limited editions, as she had to take out the best for such an occasion.

"My my, leaving only a little Devil behind to protect your Devil side?" The Evil God, humanoid in form and with burning eyes set upon a horned head, spoke up in a joking, almost friendly tone. It didn't stop the sheer malice pouring out of him and his pet Dragon, though. "Such an oversight! One I'll eagerly take advantage off, of course!"

Falbium was down below, directing the Devil armies, and Angra Mainyu tilted his head at how he was being ignored by everyone. His presence caused no disarray, no fear, no panic.

It irked him. Deeply.

"For a failed group that fell apart, you guys are still trying mess around, eh?" Serafall jokes, coming a stop at the same level as the Evil God and Evil Dragons, "Oh well, thanks to you idiots gathering up, the clean up will be very easy and quick!"

The Evil God falters, "...Clean up?" He questions, confused and starting to feel quite uneasy.

Serafall smirks, "Where do you think the Big Lady went, mhm? To your base in the Dimensional Gap, of course!" The Magical Girl giggles, using her free hand to mimic a scissor snipping at the air, "Might as well cut the problem at the source, no~?"

Then her power exploded forth, rising and smashing into the Evil pair like a glacial meteor, causing the term of 'heat' to cease to exist.

Ice-blue hair drifted through the air as Serafall advanced upon the now very, very terrified Angra Mainyu, her expression cheerful and warm.

"Super Magical Girl Levi-tan is here, baddies! Time to get your fucking skulls caved in, tehee !"

….

Yah and Shiva descended down upon the Dimension drifting in the Dimensional Gap like meteorites.

The barrier surrounding the mansion floating on top of a piece of Underworld popped like a bubble as the two Gods descended, windows shattering and the building groaning beneath their might.

Shiva floated ahead as figures marched out of the simple base, mostly a hiding place now that their group was falling apart.

"Now then, gentleman…" The God of Destruction starts, cracking his neck with a friendly smile on his face, "It has been a while since I worked out, so do excuse the stiffness behind my blows, yes?"

Crom Cruah, Ladon, Grendel, Yamato no Orochi, Nidhoggr and Apophis stood at the front, gazing up at the God of Destruction in slowly growing horror.

They were all on standby, awaiting the 'success' of the others before they could fall upon the panicking Pantheons to cause even more chaos and death.

Alas, their targets came to find them instead.

"Well… Fuck." Apophis sighed, shoulders slumping, already knowing that they were in for a horrible time.

The front of the mansion was obliterated as Shiva launched his attack, taking on all the Evil Dragons on his lonesome with a relaxed smile on his face as Fleurdelys and Yah charged within the base, with Phrolova hanging back to make sure no one escaped.

That was when a twisted howl tore across the Dimension; "FLEURDELYYYYSSSS!" The second-born daughter of Lucifer stopped, eyes narrowing as the voice of her demented failure of a brother echoed, his immense power tearing across the Dimension to get at her.

Yah patted her shoulder and gave her a reassuring nod, "Go, I'll handle the mission." Fleur smiled, thankful for her grandmother's reassurance before flying off to handle her family's matters and failures.

Yah watched her go, before moving to find her own target, deep into a laboratory buried beneath the mansion. Finding it was easy, as she simply tore her way inside.

And finding her target was even easier. Just abandoned within the dusty, emptied laboratory, left to float within a tank.

Yah's gaze became filled with sorrow at the sight before her. "In the end, it was all meaningless, was it not? We just killed each other for nothing, and left our children alone."

Her hand rose, and her power washed forth, "Let us try and be better from now on, yes?" The tank exploded, the waters evaporated, and a pair of devilish eyes snapped open after countless centuries.

Up above, Fleurdelys tore through what would have been the living room and collided against her brother, her roaring blade of water and winds crashing and grinding against a metallic palm.

Her eyes widened at the sight of Rizevim, half of his face twisted in harrowing fury and hatred, while the other half was a mechanical abomination of liquid, swirling and strange metal.

"Needed some performance enhancement since our last bout, brother?" Fleurdelys smirked, her aura crashing down like the heavy ocean, Atlantis enhancing the sheer might of her Clan Trait by having her mother fight alongside her.

"So this useless, pathetic and worthless gnat still lives and barks?" The voice of the Leviathan drifted out of Atlantis, stunning the feral Rizevim for a moment, giving Fleur the chance to kick his stomach and launch him away, "Lilith should have strangled you the moment you came out of her womb."

Fleur winced slightly at her mother's words, though she was used to her cruelty… Towards others. Her older sister, Tsufamee, was subjected to such cruel treatment too.

While Fleurdelys received the love neither Rizevim or Tsufamee received, causing them to hate her with their whole beings and Souls.

Not that Fleur cared. She was the Perfect Scion, bearing the mighty Traits of Leviathan and Lucifer both. Their love and adoration was her right, for she was everything they always wanted.

Rizevim recovered with ease, the strange metal making up half of his body moving to form a suit of metallic armored robes around his body, a twisted smile spreading across the half of his face that was still visible, "I get to kill both the mother and the child?! Oh, how delightful! I'll tear the bitch right before your eyes, Lady Leviathan! I cannot wait to hear your twisted wails!"

A bored yawn came from Atlantis, "The only thing you can kill is my patience and Lilith's hopes you'd be useful. And maybe an ant, but you'd fail in even killing that, you sack of shit."

"Mother, language."

"What? You should've heard what Luci had to say about him. Never thought there were slurs in Enochian, but oh well…"

Rizevim's face was twitching something crazy, so Fleurdelys decided to help him fix that. By trying to take his head off with a swing of her blade.

The strange metal deflected the blade, disrupting the magic within her waters, making Fleurdelys narrow her eyes. She remembered the strange machines Rizevim had attacked her with during the previous Beast Tide.

They were able to adapt and form countermeasures, and it seemed they had mostly created one against Magic itself. Not that it was going to help them, thanks to Atlantis.

The scattered magic gathered again, and the sharp blade hammered against Rizevim's metallic neck with a sonic-boom, smashing him through the mansion.

Her palm swung through the air, slapping a condensed bullet of Demonic Energy aimed for her skull aside, dodged another, kicked one out of the way, then cleaved her blade down.

A tidal wave of waters surged forth, and Rizevim crashed through them with a feral, twisted roar flowing out of his half-metal half-flesh mouth.

The Leviathan Scion drew her screaming blade back, ready to hack the metallic fist off- Only for a palm to suddenly appear out of nowhere and smash into Rizevim's skull, slapping him so hard the metal dent and took the shape of that hand.

Rizevim released a strangled, bloodied whimper and was sent hurling through half-collapsed walls and furniture and earth alike, only coming to a still at the very edge of the Dimension.

"No matter how much time passes, the wretch I gave birth to must always haunt me, it seems."

Fleurdelys hiccuped softly at that familiar, deep and powerful voice. Sensual and sharp both, she gulped as a tall, shapely woman wearing a dress as red as blood walked past her.

Eyes and hair of the same shade as her dress, and two tall, twisted black horns rising from the sides of her head.

The tall woman's bare feet carried her over the ruins of the mansion, her gaze cold, indifferent and cruel.

Rizevim's visible face twisted in agony and burning fury, "M-Motherrrrrrrrr!" His voice ended in a twisted, demented growl, lone eye cracking, the metal from the other half splitting his flesh and bones and burring further across his face.

The First Woman and Mother of Devils sneered down at her child. "Don't call me that, you filthy maggot." The woman spat, the thick stench of coppery blood flowing out of her as her dress seemed to wriggle with a life of its own.

Rizevim's face twisted further… And then he broke.

The metal sundered his flesh, his power exploded forth, rising and rising as the machines twisted him into an unholy abomination.

"MMMMOOOOTTTHHHHEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!"

The feral scream of the flesh and metal monstrosity rent the air as it lunged forward, shattering the sound-barrier and atomizing the ground it was standing on.

But the Mother of Devils did not cower, intent on wiping out the failure she gave birth to.

Her arms spread wide, and her flesh split open. Blood gushed forth like a rising tsunami.

And from it, the profane armies that rose against God were born anew.

But this time, to butcher the unwanted child of The Devil.

A.N. Yes, Lilith do be bacc. Was given this idea by a fren on Discord, and I had to go with it.

Devil Cougar out and about, beware all with working hips!

Next to be updated is, I, Draugr! Probs within next two days, so look forward to that too!

Wanted to do a double post, but irl things been really cutting into my productivity, sigh…

Either way, hope y'all enjoyed the chappy!

Toodles!