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Region: The Great Chili

Synnadine wrote:"W-what's happening...." Celecia flutters her eyes open weakly, entirely out of energy. She had used every ounce of her power in the magical tug of war with Maria...and lost. In her groggy state she inadvertently thinks aloud. "Is that the Imp?" Coming to her eyes start to open wide as she realizes what's going on, and what Yolg means. A ritual like that had to draw attention, and the fact it failed so spectacularly only made things worse. She tries with all her might to get up but is struggling to do so, her physical strength failing consistently to pick herself up off the ground. "Dammit, dammit, dammit! No, this can't be happening!" She stops and turns sharply, feeling the same thing Yolg can now in spite of her grossly weakened senses as a result of her state. She bites her lip and turns, trying to push herself up and kick herself off the ground in the same motion to stand, but she instead just lunges forward a bit and collapses again, face planting directly next to the bands of Rynos.

You mustn't leave us behind, little witch. Celecia hears the all too familiar voice calling to her through her mind. With a scoff she moves to try and get up again, but suddenly stops as Rynos calls out to her again. You will be needing us many times in the future if you have any hope to correct the plague you have cast upon this realm.

"Gaaaaah dammit all!" She reaches to her side and grabs one of the bands and immediately feels a surge of her returning stamina. Taking note of this she immediately grabs the other band as well and puts them into her side bag she had carried them in before, looking to where the imminent death of an approaching presence is coming from. She didn't have a return of magical power, only her stamina and physicality have returned, but that's something. Still collecting herself after seeing what Maria has become, hearing the supposed fate that awaits her, Yolg's reactions, and even the approaching presence of someone or something that means certain death. "What have I done."

The feeling of overwhelming doom slowly crushes the landscape, the land and rubble contrasting with sharpening golden light and darkening shadows from the west. The holy light, independent of Enochian chains, grew closer and closer like the sun rising. "I can't believe it, seeing a Holy Inquisitor with my own eyes." She can see the little imp, only seeing his back as he walks towards the distant light. "Can't say that I expected this so soon, I'm going to have to force my evolution." Yolg looks back at Celecia, catching her gaze away from the nearing Inquisitor as his eyes begin to glow. "You're about to see a god be reborn sweety, let's hope that I'm enough."

The little imp looks forward once again as he stretches his hands out and towards the earth, calling something towards him as green liquid begins to ooze out from under his glowing white eyes. Red and black cracks in the ground begin to spread out from under his feet and eat their way through the earth and rubble.

Deep in the demon realm of Yolg, the Demon King sits upon his throne. The leathery skull shines restless as his flesh begins to turn into green liquid and soak into his throne. "For this woman, against a High Inquisitor... I am truly part of a foolish god." The creature lets out a creaking laugh as it melts fully into the throne, his guardian Knights of Hell whirling around to watch their master disappear in shock, only for them to feel every piece of the god disappear, the countless in the plane, in Perdition, in the Material world, even those who had infiltrated other realms. Each answered the call of the Imp, lord of Yolg and the darkest tricks in the realms of evil.

The Imp's flesh rips apart with bursts of glowing green liquid, contrasting the rustic red of his flesh, spreading apart to make room for a larger frame. His brown tunic rips with his expanding chest, laying it bare as its bottom tattered edges barely reach his ribcage. He reaches up with growing hands to opposite shoulders to rip away sleeves far too small to contain his larger arms, tossing them aside as he snaps his now extremely small shoes and tights, more of shorts now, into a more comfortable fit. The cheeky face stretches and grows grim, slight shadow coating a stronger jawline under the glowing eyes, his horns extending straight forward before sharply bending up to the sky before curling slightly towards the back of his head into sharp tips. His tail remains, whipping through the air with a crack as the reborn lord emerges, the true form of the demon that slayed the last master of the plane of Yolg. Standing over six foot, easily doubling his impish height, an aura of seriousness, a need for bloodshed echoes through reborn Yolg's being. The power that Celecia can feel emanating from the anti-deity makes what snipped the Imp had a dust in front of a hurricane. But what was coming towards them made the Imp look like dust as well.

Yolg finally turns his head back to Celecia as the last droplets of his fusing liquid roll down his aesthetically muscled body, the glow of his eye cracking like an eggshell and fall away in pieces, revealing that the last remnant of the Imp was gone. Red pupils and irises burn on seas of silver that dig deep into her soul, the Imp's high pitched sneers transformed into a smooth, dark purr, the voice of a tempter of sin. "I will buy you some time to escape, my little witch. I cannot promise success, as we are already within his anchoring spells. Ah," The demon lord turns, "Here he is now."

Never before has a human held this kind of intensity. Rouq literally burns with golden fire, his entire being and the air around him sizzles with righteous fury as he plants his staff into the dirt. "Celecia Sterling, you have been found guilty for the acts of murder, assault, and illegal use of life extention. And," His green eyes burn. "With the creation of a human-Enochian hybrid. Your life is for-"

Light erupts from between Rouq and Yolg, a blinding storm that forces Celecia to shield her eyes until it fades a few seconds later. Smoke emanates from in between the two combatants, the Inquisitor's attention now on the newly aloof demon lord. "My business is not with you, Demon King."

"The Demon King is but a part of the whole." Yolg's head slightly tilts, the end of his tail twitching. "And you made it my business when you got involved in it. Now you will pay the price of my displeasure."

"I do not have the time or patience for a newly risen Chthonian." Light now bursts between Rouq and Celecia and between the Inquisitor and Yolg. Even if she had her full breadth of magical power, she may not have been able to count how many spells, counter spells, and counter counters chained together in that instant, the instant battle of two monsters of magic from a world that Hell Knight Maria opened the door to. What was worse, was the fact that she would have to escape on foot, at least until she found a car or atmos that still worked after the botched ritual and the battle that is about to begin between a man of the light and creature of the dark.

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