Chapter 10-317: One Down, One to Go (1/2)
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I just put my hand on the erinyes’ head, and blew a Cure Severe Wounds on her face and head.
I was a good Healer, and had been using puh-lenty of Healing magic killing undead, had CL boosts and Feats, etc.
Her mashed nose, shattered chin, broken teeth, and crushed cheekbones reinflated back to an almost normal appearance. Her burning hellfire eyes snapped open in shock at feeling healing magic running through her, especially tinged with holiness that wasn’t burning her.
Master Fred had her arms, her wings were still busted, and she could kick in agony all she liked, nothing was going to happen. Shvaughn reached down, grabbed her hair, and tilted her head back.
Yeah, those all-hellfire fallen angel eyes got really, really wide. “Oh, oh no...”
Okay, that expression was definitely worth something, and if she started to scream and writhe and struggle as Shvaughn brought her up closer easily, irresistibly, with one hand, well, that didn’t make any difference, either.
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“No, I don’t want to hear the screaming, thank you.”
Turning back into Windwise, Shvaughn Teleported away gleefully, having much more range than merely shadow-jumping... and it didn’t change her eyes, either.
Master Fred let Legion come out, and they just sighed in their base blonde Amazon form. “We don’t need to hear it, either,” they murmured. “Shvaughn is going to eat her by inches. Millimeters...”
“I expect her to track down all the other Kiss Pacts, too. That will really piss Hell off.” I flicked out a certain large diamond in my hand, glowing gold and black. “You ready for this?”
“We doubt it, but we’ll adapt,” they grit their teeth.
I began to wrap spells around the jewel, to activate when the soul-trapping nature of it expired. As a VII, the only reason it could hold her was because my Binder Levels made me VERY good with this sort of stuff. A VII from a Binder was as good as an IX from a Wizard.
A Feeblemind, which would reduce her intelligence to that of a monkey. Major Curses, which would do the same for her sense of self and willpower. Sacred Enervation, which would infuse her with holy power preying directly upon the Sin she was made up of, as opposed to negative energy.
And, of course, Paralyze Monster, to make sure she couldn’t do anything when she came out.
Heaven wasn’t stupid, and there were all kinds of holy tactics to use against demonkind, just as demons used themselves. If not as unrestrained as some Evil folk were, that hardly meant Heaven wasn’t creative. Indeed, given the tighter demands upon them, it could be said that they were much more creative than their counterparts, who almost always embarked upon the path of least resistance...
I crunched my fist, and a forty-goldweight diamond blew apart into sparkles of diamond dust before disintegrating, to be reborn in some other vein of gemstones somewhere else promptly. Living shadows writhed and gathered, and urgently coalesced into the form of Queen Rayetizvisha.
She had lost the Husk links with all her victims, including Morningflame, so she was forced to appear in her own form. She had writhing platinum-blonde hair, tawny skin, an otherwise sharply beautiful face with smooth skin where eyes should be, and ornate black horns curling back and around her ears, still managing to be razor-sharp where they framed her cheekbones. Cloven hooves, an eight-foot muscular tail tipped by a crimson-lit bulb crackling with demonic energies and fully able to crush someone’s skull, too, and over-sized clawed hands bearing the kind of damage-enhancing effect a senior Monk would heartily respect.
The spells I’d Cast collapsed on her even as the Sin Shadows making her up gathered, and she shrieked as they did, looking at my face as she froze in place. She couldn’t even scream at or accuse me telepathically after pretty much all basic thought and reason was locked away on her.
Legion stepped forward, their face set. They reached over to Rayetizvisha’s chin, pulling it over and giving her a deep kiss before inhaling, hard.
The lilitu broke up into shadows again, much like she would if Possessing someone, and poured into Legion’s mouth like an unclean stream. Burning Wrath fires were there to accept the flow, and it took only seconds before the succubus queen was gone.
“Ahg,” Legion grimaced, looking like they wanted to spit, even with their mouth alive with Wrathflame. They beat on their chest, Wrath billowing out of their nose and mouth. “Ah, that is a lot of Sin. You were absolutely right about not being able to spend any for the Land. We are going to need some time to set this up right.”
A stone dais rose to the side, and a sacred hexagram drew itself upon it. I filled it with the requisite power myself, and it began to glow with a golden Light as it established a center of Hallowed and Consecrated holy power here.
“Sleipner, if you would stand guard while we work?” The unicorn cycle proudly tooted affirmation, gunning his engine in readiness, and saw-tooth blades snapped out and back into his wheels, gleaming with magic.
There shouldn’t be any problems, as there were no Cultivators within ten miles at this point, and all those were currently in energetic engagements with Sama’s forces and getting their heads handed to them.
I sat down as well, and brought out a set of four mithral and adamantine horseshoes to do the initial Infusion enchantments upon. I reflected that I would also probably need to make some Oathrings, and I should probably start up a Ring Circle so I could Imbue more of them for my Powered followers. Since I could Teleport around fairly easily now, it shouldn’t be an issue.
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“When you make Nine, I will return this to you.”