songerein | [closed] i want to slay my demons

Who: (botw) Link, (botw) Zelda, and those who signed up to fight their Blights
Which: closed log
Where: just outside of town
What: the Malice distortions come to a head,
Warnings: Fight! Fight! Fight! (violence, death of the Blights) possibly also some body horror - the Blights are pretty gross

Note: after this log, Link and Zelda will be gone until July 1!

A stormy evening gives way to quiet dawn. To say the past week has been chaotic would be an understatement; strange distortions remain present in Reverein even now, causing monster attacks and disorienting illusions. The morning is quiet at first, with two longtime citizens of Reverein disappearing quietly from their home. They appear near the edge of the town, encased in two large crystals, still seemingly fast asleep. These crystals are visible for all to see, but those who dare to approach will find strange versions of Link and Zelda standing guard, unwilling to let anyone pass.

In fact, rather than let you pass, and risk waking the sleeping souls, they stand their ground, brandishing weapons and magic, prepared to fight.

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[ Instead of a corrupted image of Zelda, there is a dragon, its long body coiling around the crystal encasing the slumbering princess. Long has Naydra been the guardian of wisdom, and even with the corruption of the Malice, it clings fervently to its duty.

Dragonblight watches Alastor with suspicion, its many eyes following his every move. The dragon (a relatively smaller version of its Hyrulean counterpart) looks ill, its strength sapped by Malice, but even an injured animal is still incredibly dangerous. ]

Well now, aren't you pretty?

[Alastor walks towards the coiled dragon with confidence. He sees the crystal bearing Zelda. Oh, this is going to be a good laugh to talk about later: Alastor the Radio Demon, arguably the most terrifying sinner in Hell, rescuing a princess from a dragon like a knight of old.]

I don't suppose you'd be willing to let her go so we can skip some of this unpleasantness?

[He doubts it. That Malice stuff has clearly corrupted the creature. At least his fight alongside Link with the creature known as "Calamity Ganon" allowed him to know that the grotesque eyes with vertical slits that obviously don't belong on the elegant dragon are where he needs to focus his attacks.]

[ Unfortunately, unpleasantness will not be skipped today. The Blight narrows its eyes as Alastor approaches, constricting tighter around the crystal. Scaly lips curl upward to reveal sharp fangs as it growls a warning at Alastor. Positive and negative dream energy war within the creature. Protect the descendant of the Goddess!—even if the only way is her death.

Hairline cracks appear in the crystal as Dragonblight squeezes it. Malice drips from the creature's body onto the crystal and probes against the cracks, searching for entry. If it gets inside, it will surely corrupt Zelda. ]

[Alastor gives a casual shrug.]

Well, you can't say I didn't try.

[First things first, let's get the measure of this thing's abilities. He teleports out of view only to reappear above, brandishing his microphone. He swings it, using magic to create an arc of air that cut like a knife, aiming specifically at one of the Malice eyes.]

[ Alastor is faster than the Blight (this time) and that arc of air slices directly through the largest eye on the dragon's head. It lets out a pained shriek as the large eye vanishes in a puff of black smoke.

Clearly, Alastor won't be deterred by a snarl and a show of teeth. Dragonblight unravels itself from the crystal and leaps up into the air. With a roar, it launches itself at Alastor, fangs bared with the intent to bite that bright red head off. ]

[Good. It won't damage the crystal and potentially harm Zelda. All according to plan.]

[His grin widens as he pops out of existence, reappearing behind the corrupted dragon. He isn't likely to get a good hit in from this angle, but he can make it mad and further pull it away from Zelda.]

[He skids as he lands on the ground, raising the microphone to unleash a blast of pure sound energy to strike at the dragon. He's not aiming for anywhere specific. He just wants to further lure it away from the princess so he has room to work.]

You'll need to be faster than that, my good fellow!

[ Dragonblight manages to get in close and chomps down...on nothing! Its prey vanishes.

But the Blight's large ears, sensitive to even the smallest sounds, hear Alastor when he lands back on the ground. The Blight whips around in the air and lunges towards him, this time managing to dodge the sound energy. Be faster? Very well! It flies at Alastor again, quick as a viper, making a second attempt to bite. The crystal containing the princess is temporarily forgotten as the Blight pursues its foe. ]

[Well, he asked for it.]

[This dragon is far, far quicker than the echo of Mordremoth was. Alastor has no time to even think about teleporting before it's on him. Its jaws easily latch on around his middle, and his light weight makes it easy for it to carry him along. Had he been still human, the strike would've killed him on impact, but sinner demons are made of much sterner stuff than their living incarnations. However, he doesn't get away scot-free as he feels a few ribs snap.]

[The pain makes it difficult to focus on teleporting out. That and he's not sure he'd be able to teleport out of its jaws in this world or if he'd just carry it along with him. Instead, he starts digging his claws into the scales of its face, trying to get it to let go.]

Any time now, old boy!

[His shadow lunges up, taking on its stag form to strike one of the eyes on the dragon's body.]

Edited 2023-06-23 17:36 (UTC)

[ Crunch, crunch go Alastor's bones as the Blight chomps down on him, but any satisfaction it might have taken in catching its prey is fleeting. Alastor's claws find purchase in the dragon's scales and easily rips them from its face. Inky black blood, tainted by Malice, drips down from the Blight's face. Strangely, though, it doesn't seem to react at all—it's as though it doesn't feel any pain from having its scales torn off.

Fortunately for the radio demon, his shadow is much more successful. Its strike punctures another of the bulbous eyes growing all over Dragonblight's body. The dragon lets out a scream of pain, dropping Alastor from its jaws as it curls in on itself and writhes in agony. ]

[Alastor rolls on the ground, coughing up globs of blood. A punctured lung and other internal damage. Likely from his broken bones stabbing his internal organs. Oh, healing that damage is going to be very unpleasant.]

[He struggles to his feet, arms wrapped around his middle where blood from the teeth's puncture wounds was spilling out. His shadow flies over to him, concerned.]

Make sure it doesn't get too close to the princess. She's the priority. We don't want to see what happens if that Malice infects her.

[His shadow casts another worried glance before obeying, flying over to the crystal to stand between it and the dragon. It's still in stag form, antlers lowered in warning.]

[Alastor spits out another glob of blood, grinning away as he addresses the dragon.]

It's been a while since I last had a fight this fun! You have my gratitude!

[His antlers branch out a bit, white ribbons of power threading through the branches as more of the white ribbons flow down his coat. The code is temporarily mended as he subconsciously taps back into the dream form he'd used during the fight with the Story Eater.]

[He teleports, reappearing above one of the other eyeballs. He summons his microphone cane to attempt to ram it into the eyeball or at least try and stab its side.]

[closed] i want to slay my demons

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