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The effect appears to happen, continuously every 15 seconds or so. Where, his back boils with two massive puss sacs and ignites, releasing a god-awful stench and imperfect, yet always similar spawns that has a reduced life span of 7 seconds. Upon life, breath, recognition, they seek out the nearest targets and attack. The ensuing result may be a symbiosis of new life, evil and crippled as the curse continues to live on within the victim. She watches with her captive writhing in her arms, moaning for release yet it will never come. The bubbles burst, puke yellow mixed with crimson threads boils out along with the release, which screech an eerie cry that threatens to shatter her eardrums. Of those, which do not find a victim, die by shriveling up and falling to dust, where the dust bursts into a blue flame. One spawn, in its desperation, centers out Be’areten with unwavering intent. Without fault, it swoops down like a preying falcon, with wings stemming outward their entire expanse. These monsters are much larger than they appeared, now that she watches on approach with remarkable speed and precision. It collides into the goddess’s chest, where the blast detonates launching both goddess and Carter off their feet and onto their backs.
Sam trips through the barrier as its force fades, his blood pool turning to a fine mist. He urges to correct his balance, looking up to where Kurse once stood yet now finds only absence. “You son of a...” With his curse, he senses shifting behind him where the air fills with brimstone and ash. Suddenly, a weight as it bears down upon him in a massive collision. Sam finds air and lands hard to the ground, his face digging the dirt as he comes to a stop. He hates the feeling of lost, the lost of control over the situation where he believed he could walk in and dominate. To fight a god was a greater onus than he originally estimated — a mistake not to be duplicated. Suddenly, the seizure of a massive weight plowing into the back of his head, where now Kurse stomps into him, and smashing his face further into the ground. His nose crunches into his cheeks snuffing the air he breathes with a massive blood clot. His throat fills with the taste of blood and bile, where it now turns at the base of his tongue and burns. With a balled fist, he blindly smashes into Kurse’s foot, as it supports him as he continues to kick downward. With the surge, Sam rolls out from under Kurse’s stance and positions himself onto his back, where now he kicks out sweeping Kurse’s feet from under him. As Kurse falls, Sam nips up with blinding speed and continues into a double fist hammer drop into Kurse’s chest. He smiles at the recognition as he feels chest plates crumble with his weight. Kurse hits the ground with a solid thud and disparaging cry.
As he feasts, the Talons begin to burn at the tips of his fingers. Conscience suddenly bereaves him into recognition, where now he realizes the shattered remains of Ismeve within his gnarled claws. He looks upon his fingers and finds the Talons, where now they glow with the hue of magic and burn with the searing heat of a sun. The pain is crippling as his fingers contort and twitch as he attempts to remove the Talons with all the effort he can muster. However, nothing as they refuse to obey his urging. Suddenly, he vomits the blood and mashed tissue of Ismeve’s remains. The effort chokes him where a full clump of tissue lodges into his oesophagus and drips remains into his lungs. The sensation burns his throat and lungs, bringing him to cough and vomit simultaneously and freeing the obstruction. As the clump tumbles across the void of the room, he notices the scepter, perfect and gold, glowing under the same hue of his Talons, urging, beckoning him to gather it and use its infinite power. With pain staking effort, he crawls over, toward the scepter like a baby to its bottle and reaches out for it, barely achieving it upon his first attempt. Its weight clings to his fingers as it sends a ripple of heat and comfort through him. Bring zest and life where death and weakness existed before. From him, not the scepter, massive bolts of simultaneous energy arcs cast outward and inhabit the room where now it destroys and consumes the matter of the room. His gifts, his abilities enhance beyond fathomable proportions where his inner self reeks from his own energy and power. Fragments of stone fall upon him and dissolve into annihilation where it turns to pure energy to fuel his havoc. The scepter begins to consume this power, as though gluttony becomes its savior and creates a feast from Deano’s rage. Within seconds, the domed shelter of the cavern opens up into light where the earth above dissolves and fades. Deano quickly feels the burst of energy that propels him upward with a single coil and leap. He lands, on the unstable ground of the open park of Edgewood. In the distance, he notices the pyre erupt outward into the heavens as it glows off the darkness of the early morning sky. His action is clear for he had never lost the memory, the image of Carter’s quest and Sam’s betrayal as it remains at the forefront of his mind’s vision.
The remains of the spawn paint them under burning azure slime and stench. Be’areten violently kicks at the space around her, not for a need of freedom but of pain as the flames burn her flesh of her open mouth and eyes. She screams out in terror, yet finds no voice where the breath from her lungs screams out for air. Carter refuses to release her clasp as she squeezes harder, beyond the point of cranking ribs and fracturing vertebrae. When Be’areten’s body stills in her arms, she releases her and rolls out from under it. The body hits the soiled earth limply, the spine crunching further under the dead weight. Her own lungs demand air for she was caught in the midst of her breath when the demon hit them. The flesh on her arms begins to peel from the burn. Yet, the effects of the bullet take hold and begin to repair the injury and kill the pain. She edges over toward Be’areten and clasps the unconscious goddess’s head in her hands. She closes her eyes with her next move as she twists and snaps the neck of a dying god. The sound sends a ripple of horror through the fabric of her being. It is an eerie sound, which fills her with nausea upon hearing it. She knew this was not the way to kill a god, but that was up to the Pantheons and she was not about to defile their order. The body disappears upon her release, leaving behind the residue of a blue-ish mist that eddies then enters the earth as though soaking through pores.
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Sam’s adamantine presence lumbers over Kurse as he pins the god with one hand and shatters the bones of the lower claws with the other. The god screams out loud for a release as pain ripples through the various fractures as Sam Haynes systematically devastates limb after limb. “Let’s see you cast magic now - Asshole.” He screams, spitting indignantly into the god’s face. “I don’t think you need this one.” As he pulls, plucks the remaining lower arm from the elbow. The separation is announced with a subtle pop where thick, black blood drains from the wound. The god’s scorns are silenced as Sam smashes his lower jaw with an open palm. “You will give me what I want - GOD. Less you wish to see how many limbs you’ll lose until I get what I want.” With the snap of a shoulder blade. Sam motions to chicken bone Kurse’s upper arms. He first places his left foot over Kurse’s right shoulder and begins to pull with both hands wrapped around the wrist. Kurse edges backward, where his head digs into the soil to cloak the grimace of pain that masks him with weakness. “What will it be?” Sam continues to demand as the joint snaps and begins to pull away from the nest.