Obsidiana: Part Two
He raised his other hand to rest on the black longsword. The six rows of skull lanterns opened their mouths and let out a shrill screech. Solomon stood, felt the mana in the environment sharp, oppressive, and heavy like killing intent made manifest. He stepped forward with tattered wings. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. “An entire clan of ruthless killers and monsters then.” The alarm began blaring, soldiers ran out of the doors to the courtyard, weapons drawn, and one stopped, looking at Solomon, “Sir, what are our orders?” Solomon pointed a taloned finger at Rosario, “Kill him.” Rosario stood with his sword still pointed at Solomon. The voice rang out in his head, “Lorea, Lorea dont fall asleep, don't fall asleep, stay awake if you fall asleep in this state you'll-” Rosario stumbled forward. “Sorry, smoking mirror, so tired.” He closed his glowing crimson eyes. A man with a sword rushed him, intending to stab him. He stood tall once again and moved his sword deftly as if it were a part of his body. The man stumbled forward, and the top half of his torso slid clean off from the lower half. Solomon yelled, “Get him now.” The other soldiers rushed Rosario as some shot their guns. He stomped on the ground, sending a series of shards into the air, perfectly deflecting the bullets.
The first attacker reached him, and he blocked with the new sword in his hand, barely exerting any force in the blade clash. He reached out with one hand and touched the man with the sword, struggling to even exert force. He placed his hand on the man's head gently, the man screamed a gurgling, terrible scream like water leaving a bag, and erupted into a sharp effigy of black stone. Four men rushed forward, swords in hand. He forced the blade through one of the men's abdomens and lifted him off the ground as a second barrage of gunfire rang out. He moved the impaled man to catch all the bullets. He swung his sword, throwing the body clean off of it, the man still gurgling on the ground. He stepped over the man's neck and shifted his weight, crushing it as the gurgling stopped. Solomon’s wings were repaired, he prepared to fly off, but was caught when one of his wings was cut straight off his back. He turned to see Rosario stepping through a field of viscera. He turned a fleck of emotion in his eye, almost fearful, “The damned Lorea is too fast, should've killed him first.”
Rosario held the severed wing in his hand, encased it in black stones, and crushed it, and it disappeared. The voice of the smoking mirror rang out, “Wake up, wake up, please, Lorea, wake up.” Solomon picked up the sword that Senarre had dropped and swung at him. The blade was intercepted by a single wing of black stone. Solomon looked in fear, “Impossible, absorption of this caliber shouldn't be possible, unless.” he made distance between himself and Rosario. “You, Lorea, do you perchance bear the seed of an original sin?” Rosario walked forward slowly, eyes still closed, no response. Solomon rushed forward with the borrowed blade, clashing it against Rosario’s. The ground beneath them cracked and turned to black stone. The stones reformed and shifted into magic circles. Pillars of fire erupted around the two, enclosing the battle in a circle in the courtyard. Solomon smiled, “Fascinating, even in a seeming sleep state, you are more aware than you were at full awareness, even going as far as to block off escape routes, you truly are a dangerous being, pale eyes weren't unfounded in their fear of the Lorea.” he rushed forward toward Rosario, both of them exchanging blows with their weapons. Solomon found an opening, using it to kick Rosario clean out of the circle of flames instead of rolling on the ground as he had before. He merely stood there, having landed by where the Fading moon was dug into the wall. He pulled the blade from the wall and grasped its handle tightly, coating it in black stones and turning it to dust. The words “Fading moon” appeared on the blade of his longsword as if etched into the black stone.
The two re-engaged, clashing with vigorous speed. Solomon parried the strike, redirecting it into the ground. He smiled and said, “You still have openings.” He brought the blade down on Rosario’s right hand with the sword still dug into the ground, severing it. He dashed backwards, with the pink scarf with pompoms fluttering in the wind. He held up his left hand to the place where the right once was, a crimson light shone from it, and a new hand appeared from the spot he flexed the fingers and re-manifested the Obsidiana. Solomon took the moment to hold out his hand, chanting “Akuma yume-ya-.” The spear began to appear in his hand as Rosario came closer, and he realized that his arm was gone. “You truly are a monster, Lorea, playing with prey like this in only the way a true original sin could.” Rosario grabbed him, digging a hand clawed in black jagged stone into the man's shoulder and throwing him into the building.
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Solomon stood as the dust settled, his crimson irises glowing with anger and murderous intent. Rosario stood holding the severed arm of the man, attempting to coat it in black stones to absorb it. The arm exploded outwards, sending him flying and skidding across the ground. He slowed himself, digging the black blade into the soft earth. Solomon held his newly regenerated hand out, “Triple Beal." Three massive spectral flaming mouths with large canines emerged from thin air surrounding Rosario. They fired three large fireballs at him. Solomon walked forward, unaware of the rapidly forming massive mouth of black stones forming behind him. The smoke cleared, Rosario stood his hand outstretched in Solomon's direction. Upon seeing him, he turned just in time to see the large mouth with large canines behind him. The mouth fired a large ball of flames three times the size of each Beal ball of fire. The ball exploded and sent him flying towards Rosario. Rosario turned the large blade in both hands, bisecting the Archdemon as he flew toward him. He walked over slowly to the upper half of the bisected archdemon and dug his blade into the center of its chest, crushing the sternum and digging the blade into the ground underneath him.
Carmilla ran, helping to hold up Paulida, who was limping. A large vibration shook the building. “What the hell was that?” she said to Paulida. He replied in kind, “I don't know, we need to get to the courtyard and call Kian.” They opened a door to the courtyard and were met with a grisly sight: pillars of black stone, puddles of crimson, and piles of discarded Viscera decorated the courtyard like a macabre festival. In the middle of it, Rosario stood over the upper half of the archdemon, generating swords from his hand and digging them into the torso before pulling his arm back and repeating. Paulida tapped on Carmilla's shoulder, “Let me go, please.” She let go. He limped over to Rosario. Carmilla kept her distance, looking at him carefully, then she noticed the Purple-crimson venous patterns spread across his body, snaking all the way to his closed eyes. She screamed, “Get the hell out of there, that's not him.” Pauldia rested his hand on Rosario’s shoulder. “You won a good job, where’s my little one?” Rosario stabbed another sword into the demon and swung his arm wide, sending Paulida flying. He dug his feet in and pulled his sword from his back, preparing to fight.
“What's wrong, Lorea?” Paulida said to No response, he raised his hand, “Lorea, are you ok?” Rosario generated another blade and shoved it through the pinned demon's neck, and turned to look at Paulida. The ethereal voice of the smoking mirror called out in Rosario’s head once more, “Lorea, Lorea, wake up, please.” He began moving towards Paulida, who called out, “Eight great first depth, I'm sorry this will hurt Lorea.” A series of spectral daggers flew towards Rosario. He swatted them out of the air with his hands before catching one and coating it in black stone before crushing it. Paulida stepped back, astounded. A voice in his head told him, “Absorption of that level, my kin let me lose.” Paulida ran towards Rosario, blade in hand, and swung at him. Rosario caught the blade in his hand and lifted Paulida with his other hand, and pinned him to a nearby wall with his own sword.
Carmilla came running. “It looks worse than it is. Don't pull the sword out, it's stemming the bleeding.” Paulida grunted, “I know he's not himself, but that doesn't mean he will try to kill us.” Rosario turned to her every footstep, making a trail of black stones. Her eyes glowed crimson, and she said, “Damn, I don't want to use it, but I guess I've got no choice.” She held her hand out and said, “Bloodiron, grant me.” A sword of smooth red crimson appeared from her hand. She placed both hands on it and thought, “If I could get a cut in, I can force anemia, and he'll pass out.” She rushed forward, aiming for his extremities. She feinted a strike at his right side and moved to the left, bringing the blade down on his shoulder. The blade made a clinking sound against a plate of black stone armor. Rosario grabbed her arm and kicked her in the stomach, dislocating the arm as she was sent flying. She regained her footing and raised her right hand to the area. “Damn, I can't fix it. I need another person.” She left her arm limp and stood up, manifesting a crimson blade in her left hand. She adopted a defensive strike as Rosario closed the distance. They clashed in a fury of slashes and showers of sparks. Every strike pushed her back a little by little. He cut her arm clean off at the elbow and picked her up by the shirt, slamming her hard into the dirt, and placed his foot on her head, intending to stab downwards. The mana in the air was overcome; the once heavy, oppressive, and cutting mana in the air shattered and gave way to a sensation of needles pricking on the surface of the skin. A small dragon flew around, landing on Rosario's shoulder. He swatted it away as the sound of a thunderous boom filled his ears.