112 Chapter One Hundred and Twelve – An End to a Nightmare, Part II (1/2)

Movement rate, 110. I could run faster than they could fly... if they could fly, which they couldn't. A hundred yards in under six seconds, no magic aiding me to be dispelled or countered.

+X True Death in my hand screamed about a Ravager of Queens and his bad choices in life. My Waveskating Step sent me swaying back and forth as they braced to receive me, that flaming whip drawing back, burning sword raised, and taloned hands spread wide.

I swayed right, my feet moved left, and I veered off from the lashing whip as the balor stepped forwards. Tremble drove a x6 charge modifier into the lilitu's eyeless face.

I ignored the sharper-then-razors claws tearing at my sides as I smashed her back off her feet, and brought that blank head around to my hip and the last succubus-powered Mark there. I was well out of range of the balor before it could reach me, and totally ignored his outraged bellow.

She burned in vivic fire, and I fed her to the Mark.

I felt her influence swelling the Mark, making it stronger. As the queens of succubi, the Marks the lilitu handed out were stronger, and also exerted greater influence over the recipients. Now, that power was resonating among all the Marks, I could feel the potential being unleashed there.

Yeah, I could improve them in the future. I might have to kill a lot more succubi or something, however... which I was totally okay with.

The lilitu burned as I skated away, easily faster than the balor even while dragging her burning carcass with me. He tried to grab me telekinetically, and that went a whole lot of nowhere. He could only watch impotently as his lover was fed into the Mark at my hip.

Constitution, of course...

The last of her burned away, the white around that Mark was also translucent. ”Ah, I imagine you can see now why I'm glad you arrived,” I told the balor, as I drifted to a halt.

”You dare take what belongs to me!” howled the balor, advancing now that I had stopped.

”You came into my Nightmare, YOU BELONG TO ME!” I replied, staring back at him, and even the oversized manifestation of overweening pride was checked at the pure chutzpah of that statement.

And then I was coming for him, Tremble out and Singing for his soul, letting him know right up front that a certain Ravager of Queens hadn't been able to stop me.

He stopped, raised the Whip to lash at me. I knew that it was Vorpalized and could take my head clean off my shoulders with one hit.

His arm came down, and a Banestar struck out.

The Whip was perpendicular to the cut. Even without my Sagedom behind it, the Shard slice bit into the demonic iron, and chopped clean on through.

Yeah, I was really, really good on Sunder rolls after all the Jotuns using oversized weapons. So totally not as hard as chopping through a six-inch wide saber.

The burning whip flailed out uselessly, missing completely as I pulled up exactly one inch beyond the reach of his Sword, and it swirled past, just missing my chin, and Stand slammed it up and away.

He was surprised despite himself at how hard I hit, even as he gawked for a painful second at the stub of the Whip held in his hand. But if he thought surrounding himself in demonfire was even going to slow me down, he had a different think coming.

I kicked off, was inside his reach, and as he struck at me with his flaming fist, I ducked under it and chopped off two of his fingers with Sword Beats Fist, then spun a 360 right up to and against the returning Sword.