Suzume AOGAMI
Original Aoyama - Streets
"...!"
It was not like hybrids were entirely unheard of; as the God of Humanity's Darkness, the 'manifestation' of the dark half of the Sea of Souls, this 'entity' held access to all the information that the humanity of this world had gathered, and as this Humanity was made up of the Humanity of the entire Sea of Amala, their last refuge in a sea of universes that had slowly begun to blink out of existence, that 'entity,'...
Is able to adjust itself to the existence of such beings; this was a particularly bizarre case yes, normally such entities were the offspring of demons and humans, a 'halfway' existence that hadn't been seen -at least not by the darkness- in this particular world since it's creation; humans outright turning completely into demons themselves was a more common occurrence than this, but-
It can accept it,
...Indeed, the existence itself was not the problem; as a God of Human Darkness it actually finds such an entity ultimately distasteful, and further resolves to destroy it here before it becomes a problem down the line, maintaining direct control now that it's seen it but-
---It would have been better off it had continued to let Aya's consciousness continue fighting completely on it's own, maintaining a more supportive role for itself.
She would have sensed it; the sudden 'disappearance' of 'human will' from behind her; for her it is a significant loss in power, something that she would have taken note of and immediately went back to physical means in an attempt to counter; indeed, if the 'entity' had remained in a support role it may have noticed that as well if it wasn't actively suppressing the girl's personal instincts, but believing in it's own invincibility, and following it's own personal rule of trying to use it's hosts power rather than it's own, when the hybrid charges forth into a sea of pitch-black weaponry-!
---The vortice it had been prepared to open at her back, dragging her into it's depths the moment she has to slow to avoid the weapon rain, fails to manifest.
In that moment the hybrid crosses the distance.
The particular souls that allowed such a thing were no longer looking at the right one.
It's a light moment of surprise, insignificant in any lower-leveled battle, but-
-Blood dances in the air.
Gritting her teeth -not out of pain but rather annoyance- the entity moves the body away, but an arm is already half-dangling from a body.
The sensation of strength is almost euphoric, to the remnants of one half it is nothing new, but to the remnants of the other it is a particularly potent sensation; the strikes of a demon rend the earth and air, even as the glancing blow almost tears the arm from the socket, the remains of the kinetic force gouge out deep trenches in the earth beneath your feet, an earth that you seem to traverse almost naturally in pursuit of the momentarily maimed opponent, but-
Lightning strikes.
Forced to use it's own power rather than the girl's, the curse floods in to do what the Eclipse has been tricked into not, and a twitch of the fingers calls down lightning from the heavens.
In comparison to the black flames, which are most effective against their 'own kind,' but could certainly eat demons eventually, this burst of magic is simply that, a burst of supernatural phenomena; it is no particularly human curse, just a powerful discharge of electricity, and in that-
Your body seizes up for a moment, and grasping at your ankle with the one good arm, those deep wounds seemingly affecting her far more than the shallower impacts from before-
"Yeah alright, let's play fair-!"
-It slams you into the ground. Not just once but many times, over and over again, focusing only on you with a twisted tunnel vision that makes it clear it intends to beat you to death slowly, but-
While each impact jars your senses with the monstrous force that's being applied to you, it's not quite enough to leave you in a daze after the first few strikes. A quick kick to the face with your other leg manages to free you from it's grasp, but the entity doesn't pursue, instead gathering up the black flames around her right arm, clearly preparing to do something, eyes locked right on you and-
In the distance, a golden flame bursts into existence.
In comparison to the black flames it is quite dim, but as Joanna Cross pours her spirit power into it it rapidly becomes a much greater blaze. In terms of properties it is quite different from the black flames, where the darkness promises only pain and misery, that other fire strikes you as 'full of hope,' as if it itself was an emotion made manifest.
The entity, focused entirely on you, doesn't see it.
At least not yet.
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Originally Posted by The Final Rest
