Chapter XXVI: A God’s Eternal Plan (2)

Previously

But just as he crouched, Elm caught him, stopping him as she pulled him close, along with his wife and whispered into their ears, “He’s still alive.”

Lightning struck him. Leonard was speechless and his wife went slack, sliding off her daughter as the two processed the information. They didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything.

Elm repeated the words she had told them once more, “I’ll be back.” She prepared to leave but stopped, turning to the stunned pair of father and mother behind her. “I’ll make sure to bring him back.”

She channeled her newfound power, the rush of warmth and pure light coursing through her veins. Elm whispered to herself as the world slowed, repeating her words.

“I’ll bring him back.” 

Elm vanished from the area with a thunderous clap and a violent gale that only served to further cool the icy guilt in her parent’s hearts. Yet, as Elm travelled in her astounding speed, she noticed how the scenery turned shades darker the closer she approached her brother, before eventually she noticed that the skies in this area had turned black and the moon, bleeding red. It was then, every little goosebump formed all over her body, as an unstoppable tingling ran down her spine. 

There was something wrong - so wrong was the place she found herself in that it made her nature as a sentient being want to puke out her contents. She would have, had it not been for her constitution as the Celestial Hero that made her feel angry, a justified rage instead of a sickening stomach. This rage felt as if represented by all that was living and it nearly consumed Elm, but she kept them out since she wouldn’t want her rage-driven self to be the first thing her distraught, beautiful brother saw.

As she arrived before her brother, she opened her golden eyes and witnessed the shaming of her brother. The rage before were whispers but after she stopped holding them back, they became shouts mixing with her own rage at seeing a demon scum defiling her beautiful Willow. 

An anguished, rage-infused cry was let out. Her aura burst out of her being, but instead of the beautiful golden glow it was before, now it had tinges of rosy red lacing the edges. She no longer had the mental capacity to think before she recklessly charged at the demon, never knowing that the being before her was one at the rank of gods.

Not to mention, her immortal enemy. 

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Willow nearly succumbed to the cold embrace of the representation of evil, aka his destined lord wife but a familiar cry of anger and the sudden burst of light pierced past the blinders in his cloudy mind and forcefully brought him out. 

“[Construct]!”

He barely came to when he felt himself yanked away violently, as his groggy mind became even groggier. As he shook his head with a soft groan, he peeled his eyes open to find that he was in a very precarious situation indeed. One, he seems to be in the arms of a furious-looking and glowing protagonist that was his sister. Two, he seemed to be enveloped in her golden-red aura as well, protecting him with it’s warmth that contradicted with the coldness of the Demon God. 

Three, Said Demon God was still standing over there, her perpetual smile long gone as a simple frown hung on her black lips with a number of light-swords sticking out her body. Her hands were still out, as if his body was still in her arms. 

Four, seeing as his sister was here in a direct confrontation against the end-game boss, he knew that all his plans of leaving the town in peace had burnt to ashes. He didn’t have the mental leisure to come up with a new plan, his brain throbbing harder in agony whenever he tried to let a thought form.

Willow turned his attention back to the two - they were having an intense battle of staring each other down, a pair of golden, furious eyes glaring straight at creepy, red. . . .eyes? 

But as he watched carefully, he saw that the Demon God’s eyes weren’t on Elm, no, she was simply just staring at him. How flattering. “Come back to me, my love.”

Willow felt Elm hold him tighter as she gritted her teeth. Despite knowing how protective Elm was over her brother in the game, but it was still an experience seeing it before his eyes. He felt Elm’s biceps tense, preparing for another creation of swords of light. He would have advised her against a fight, since she was terribly overwhelmed due to her status as a newborn Hero. . .if he didn’t know the bonus effects of her constitution as the anti-evil.  

[One Man Army]. A bonus effect that buffs all attributes in respondent to the number and power-level of her enemies, making it so that she was always equal to the enemy that were of evil origin. It was an utterly broken skill, which was why the devs patched it by saying it could only be activated after satisfying a number of conditions (which Elm obviously just did) and it would only last for five minutes. 

Willow didn’t know if this world was before or after the patch, but either way, if Elm wanted to defeat the Demon God, now was the chance. Yet, as he gazed upon the Demon God, she didn’t seem intimidated or scared of the now equal standing Celestial Hero. Hell, she didn’t even acknowledge her.

The Demon God held out her arms, and took a step forward. She quickly found herself pierced from all directions by swords that had struck out far quicker than Willow’s eyes could catch. She had been impaled on the spot, her body twisting and bending in an unnatural way that almost made Willow feel sympathy for her. Almost.

Hands of darkness arose from the ground, color so dark they seem to absorb even the blinding light Elm was exuding. The hands tentatively touched the swords of light, and despite burning, they seemed to not care as they took out the swords one by one. As if to make a mockery of Elm, the larger hands swallowed all the swords of light before taking the final sword out. 

Bones and flesh popped back into place as the Demon God slowly snapped up, a crack accompanying every one move of hers before she eventually stood back up, without a single speck of dust on her. Again, her eyes never left Willow. 

“Disgusting,” Elm whispered under her breath, but Willow luckily caught it. She wasn’t wrong. That whole thing creeped him out immensely, reminding him of that one famous Japanese horror movie back in his previous life.

The Demon God’s lips opened for a second but Elm didn’t let her mutter any word, immediately sending a spear that pierced past the Demon God’s face, creating a hole in her face that regenerated as quickly as the hole appeared. Again, her eyes never left Willow.

However this time, she seemed to be learning of Elm’s attacks, her constitution granting her the ability to never fall for the same trick twice, as her body twisted and turned, dodging every one of lightning quick spears of light Elm had been shooting at her. As Elm hugged Willow tighter, the rage in her eyes only glowered further when she saw how the Demon God simply refused to die despite her attacks. Willow knew that as the representation of evil, the Demon God wouldn’t die as long as there was good in the world, only sealed as a world without evil would descend into cosmic anarchy, or so the game explained.

Elm had somehow managed to exploit a loophole, killing the Demon God once and for all in the game but that was only after she had a full party, endgame equipment, not to mention a god-slaying sword that was honestly broken to the point the devs had to rework in ten times. As she was now, despite her constitution allowing her to be on the same level as the Demon God, Elm had nowhere the experience, equipment nor state of mind to truly vanquish her. 

Elm clicked her tongue. “So be it.” She looked away from the Demon God for a moment, glancing at Willow to let him see how her eyes softened before she set him down, casting a light barrier around him. She would have to finish this fast.

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