Gripping tightly to his weapons, Calvin darted behind the white gowned horror and sprinted off into the factory, { Asmodeus : Duck }, heeding the devil's warnings he ducked.
Narrowly he missed a claw which nearly claimed his head.
Seemingly he was in a car factory as huge cranes hoisted vehicle chassis above them. Having no time to observe deeply, he vaulted above a conveyor belt in front of him kicking of car bonnets in the process.
" Arrrrrr…tone, Arrrrrr…tone for siiiiiin " her cracked voice echoed hauntingly behind him. For some reason, the dread feeling that this horror was merely playing with him, haunted Calvin.
Making a jump to escape the U-turn belt, the sound of screeching metals echoed through the factory. Lady Serina had lifted a conveyor belt, pulling the machine components it joined.
She raised the heavy machinery and spun it wildly before hurling it at Calvin. She vanished immediately after the machine left her hands.
{ Azazel : Disgracefully Pathetic. }
Intuitions spiked through Calvin's mind, he dove out of the conveyor belts path. However, his jump was uncalculated and rushed, so he ended up getting flogged by a huge cable.
Wincing as he hit the ground, he felt several broken bones at his left ribcage area.
Attempting to rise immediately, a crushing weight bored down on him, bashing him into the cemented ground. He was now trapped in a static state with no escape.
As if his ordeal couldn't get worst, he felt more factory machinery get dropped down on him. A bloodcurdling cackle reverberate through the hollow space of the factory.
Slow and daunting.
That didn't stop the crushing though. more compartments were dropped on his physical frame, almost fusing him to the ground below.
His consciousness faded slowly, painfully. { Samael : Abysmal Regeneration, now useless, hand me control, pig.}, Calvin felt the weight on top him increase as moments passed; he could only grit his teeth.
Memories of him leading the sermons for his local church flooded his mind at that point. ' I am dieing'.
He remembered when he would getting beaten up at school for telling people the gospel.
He was attacked by classmates and even those he labeled friends, thus he became a loner and outcast just for his cause.
Reminiscent of parties he missed, just to stay with his family and study the holy scriptures with his parents. Tears trailed down his face as his mind played back all his devotion to his religion.
His fists clenched.
A convocation which forsook him at the end, cursed him, tormented him. A loud utterance left his lips as a burst of purple flames instantly consumed all around him, destroying them to nothingness.
" I said, I wouldn't submit " he screamed inhumanely rising from pools of instantly evaporating liquid metal.
[ Ability Activated : Purple Flames ]
Flames seared into the ether, purple, destructive. Anything it touched was gone instantly and the most surprisingly part was it still being a level one ability.
The ground caved instantly and the flame's spead was immediate. Not only didn't it cover almost half the size of the factory, it ruined the topography of the place and felled parts of the walls.
It couldn't be imagined what would be its power when it was maxed out. Although it was insanely powerful, Calvin hated it as it depleted his energy reserves as fast as it destroyed things.
That was the primary reason he rarely used it. He also despised it for being hard to control and needing trauma to activate, deactivating his purple flames, he switched to the technique, ' Manipulator.'
The technique which allowed him have control and dominion over every and anything in existence and beyond.
Looking over to Lady Serina, she stood still in a area untouched by the flames, looking directly at him. Her former hollow eye sockets were filled with human eyeballs, her brow frowned.
The more human she looked the more creepy the atmosphere got. Calvin pointed at her, ' Fail this and you die, she is now locked in. ' His blade appeared in his hands.
His veins burned, muscles were shredded and regrown stronger, his very being surged from strength given by the Infernal Conduit.
Placed the tip on his blade on the flame, his vision of the world warped immediately. he now saw only in weavings of existence and silhouettes, the focused on the blade's weavings.
Augmenting it to be able absorb the flame in a way.
With a loud screech lady Serina vanished, ' I can't keep up, ' he thought leaping backwards to avoid a slash at his waist.
The procedure to fuse his sword and the purple flame proved incomplete, but the horror didn't care and threw more slashes as he was airborne.
Immediately he deactivated his fire ability, it lost its source and quickly died off but didn't fade. Giving his assailant room to attack.
' I am not fast enough. ' parrying the metallic nails of the horror. Sure his blade would be in fragments if his hadn't partly fused it with purple flame.
However he had to block those attacks tactically, Serina was merely holding back.
Blocking a few sonic speed strikes, the toll of the passive trait, Infernal conduit had started to take effect on his body. His physical abilities increased but his mind was going null.
Lines of purple and white filled the collapsing factory as the fighters left afterimages by continued motion. Calvin was finally opened after he tried to parry a feint attack.
Lady Serina lunged at him with her body bent over to reach him, since the beginning of the fight hitherto. He had 0 chance to evade as she instantly vanished.
He tried to duck but was wrong, the brittle fingers of lady Serina punctured his protective trench coat and tore effortlessly through his skin, flesh and lung.
Slimly missing his heart by millimeters.
[ Critical Hit ]
[ - 70 HP ]
' Could have been more ' he thought slicing the horror's hand which surprisingly stopped. He took a huge leap backwards, creating space between them.
Lady Serina's hand slowly regrew from its roots, the one still stuck in his chest disintegrated to black ash. { Lilith : The spirit admires you, she's just warming up }
Hearing this, he coughed violently blowing out blood platelets. Forcing himself to endure through the searing pain, he watched as her test her newly grown hand.
From the destroyed roofing, the silver moon's light cast a glow on her. ' This is bad, the augmentation process ' he figured turning around and sprinting, he stored his weapon in his inventory, this fight was pointless.
{ Belial : Your time is up mortal }, Calvin didn't waver and kept running at the speed he could. His destination, the last flame of purple.
As his manipulator technique was still active, he started at the dieing flame with uncanny focus, ' Nothing is happening, this is not good. ', he thought, the sound of collapsing cranes echoed behind him.
The horror stared at him blankly, her former angry demeanor retuning to a wide grin. She vanished and reappeared before Calvin, her left hand in an uppercut swipe meant to split him in halves.
However Calvin was inhumanely flung out of the trajectory of the attack. The scene happening so unnaturally, it seemed, he flew, ' The purple flame might be the only thing that can kill you, but manipulator can aid my survival. '
Lady Serina reappeared in front of him and he jumped, manipulating air resistance, gravity and his body weight. All combined made it seem as of he was levitating.
Unfortunately lady Serina followed him, too quickly, unexpected. His mind short circuited, he couldn't think straight, She raised her hand and brought it down on him with full force, then everything went black.
{ Lucifer : Quick Demise, Too easy. }