A Certain Academy City RP

[Yuno]

Nyanko had been molded slightly into one of the book cases from the force of the demon's attack. Her protective psychic armour was really the only reason she wasn't nursing any broken bones. But still, it had been a jarring experience. She sat up slightly in the books her one normal eye making her momentarily think she'd suffered a concussion. At least, Sverre had simply teleported in the blink of an eye. Her hand slowly rose to grip her head.

And then he was beside her look down at her with what amounted to protective concern. She grinned at him and slowly pulled herself out of the book case and reached to ruffle his hair. "Don't worry. I'm totally fine. Although I might have a concussion. Unless you really can teleport." She shook her head a bit clearing splinters of wood from her hair along with quite a lot of dust. "Maybe I just gotta get used to having one totally functional eye."

The demon clearly hadn't been impressed by the witches. He danced about the attacks with a malice filled grin and even found the time to liftup the dust of the destroyed witch and toss it over the others while laughing. One however, managed to land an eldritch blast full on his chest. It didn't seem to particularly harm him, but it was clear the attack caused him pain. "I'm tired, you're in the way." He pointed at them and the same gloop that the wolf had been made up of suddenly errupted from the couch and rushed towards the witches forming into shadow demons. They were not as dangerous as this demon, but they acted as rather irritating shields, lending him the time to move towards Nyanko and Sverre.

He was smiling, "Yes. Concern. Protection. Friendship. Love. All those things that make human souls so particularly delicious but I'm tired of this little game. I have come to collect the Duke's soul, and if I am lucky I'll have her's at the same time." He'd reached them by this point and he pointed at Nyanko who had created a dome around them. The dome fell in a second as Sverre watched the usual pink light that was all around her gathering up into one place. It was clearly painful for her because she was gripping her sides and crumbling. The last hint of color that lept from her was a sickly red color, and it clung to the pink light like a leech.

Nyanko had stopped shaking and slumped back against the bookshelves. Her expression was blank, souless was the word. She hardly seemed capable of raising her head up even. The demon reached forward snatching the bit of red off of the pink light and it seemed to meld into his skin. He grinned looking down at Nyanko, "She's much better that way, don't you agree?" The demon leaned forward running the tip of his finger along the gathered light, almost as if it were a hard candy. He brought it back to his lips and smiled at Sverre as he tasted it.

Bits of ichor drained off of the demon to form up into more shadow demons to keep the witches busy. But it was clear that splitting himself so much was having an effect. The wounds that had been inflicted by Sverre weren't healing up anymore. The demon moved towards Sverre his hand reaching for his chest, "Come, I want to consume you together. Protector and protectee, although which is which I really can't say."

[Edzilla]

Will couldn't believe it. His chest rose and fell with his lungs. His heart thumped heavily but steadily within. His eyes could look upon the dead demon who lay beside him and he could confirm that he was alive. Somehow, it'd happened, and he knew that he certainly hadn't saved himself.

His mind went blank for a few moments, and he simply lay there still. Eventually the pain of his rib brought him round, and to the surprise of those around him, he let out a laugh, low and clearly catching on the broken bone. It subsided, and he was left silent.
Apart from his rib, his body was littered with bruises and scratches. One in particular, where the beast's claws had struck him down, bled freely, despite feeling strangely numb. He noticed how tired he felt, so he lay his head against the library floor, staring sideways to the impaled corpse.

The blade was now transfixing. It seemed clear now that such a weapon was impossible to tame, as wild as the monsters it sook to slay. It hadn't saved Will, acting by its own bloodlust. Keeping his life was simply a coincidence.
It was threatening, and so he had little desire to hold it again, let alone wield it.

[t⊗theark]

(ooc-Can't post today. Those witches are completely expendable BTW)

[Yuno]

ooc (Yeah, I figured you could have the joy of killing them.)

[t⊗theark]

Sverre pushed the demon into the very high ceiling before he collapsed into the merciless, obsidian floor. One of the witches had made her way through the inky bodyguards before striking the intruder with the rod. It seemed to debilitate him for a moment this time before he gripped her throat. A second telekinetic wave hit the demon, the witch still in his grip and he tumbled t'wards a stone shelf of books. He looked over at the two Espers surely responsible. Black ichor dripped from him to keep Will, Garasu and the last witches occupied, but besieged from all fronts was taking its toll, he looking a little haggered at this point. He druched the witch's throat in his hand without a second throught before making a b-line towards Nyanko and Sverre. Another telekinetic push sent him in Will's direction...

[Yuno]

Nyanko rested against the rubble of the bookshelf as if she'd been poured against it. She didn't even blink as she watched the action. The demon stood up wiping the black blood from his mouth and began to stagger towards them again. "Your little friends aren't coming to save you boy. That boy with the sword is weak. I can't imagine why that magnificent weapon would choose him." He grinned the shadows still swarming about him. The next wave that hit him he pushed through like it was simply a wave of the ocean. His face seemed to be partially falling apart as half of it slid straight from his face falling into a pile of dark matter that disappeared into the ground.

The demon looked at Sverre, "Somethings aren't worth the effort." He grinned with what was left of his face and then dove into the portal, shadow demons swirling in a thick veil of chaos. Chaos so potent, that it would be impossible to notice one of the shadow demons seeping into the fallen witch...she would miraculously survive. Within the space of several seconds, the room had all but cleared, leaving only the rubble and Nyanko's blank form to reveal they had ever been there....well and the body of a hulking wolf monster.