AGG: Rise: Battle Against Lilith Redux

AGG: Rise: Battle Against Lilith Redux

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Commissioned by Chaosbrain and Althero

Wordcount: 2000

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Lilith’s arrival was expected, but not her body, therefore the formation Creighton has set comes undone as the mass of flesh, bone, and organic cloning tanks rushes you all.

The assault of the massive, lumbering beast, which leaves behind a trail of blood due to its stride, splits apart the combined front.

Thus, it instantly endangers all to potential counter attack from the various abominations which could come forth from the walls.

So, you act in order to make the battle more favorable to you and yours.

As you take the breadth and measure of the room in a single glance, and recall the amount of surface required for the monsters to come forth as you do, the world slows to a crawl. While the actions of your body take time, your thoughts are near instant, thanks to both practice and the blessings granted to your body.

If you were blessed in body and not in mind, your body wouldn’t be effective, but thankfully that is not the case.

And, so, you find a path between all the attacks being launched, the movements and bodies of your allies, and even Lilith’s charge… a complex web of paths and vectors which you compile and act upon with Occisor in your right hand.

Most wielding a sword of Occisor’s caliber around their allies, even if she is sentient herself and capable of deciding what to cut and not, they would shy away from using her so close to allies… but such is not the case for you.

You would not be who you are, if you feared such a thing.

Therefore, without hesitation you attack, and the Occisor’s edge finds purchase on every surface of the room. The walls, pillars, floor, and ceiling of the throne room feels Occisor’s bite, and even if they somehow, somewhat resist her edge… it is only that. They merely resist her, therefore with a little strength you carve into them wounds that struggle to heal, thus ensuring that nothing comes forth to flank your friends.

The moment you complete your action, Lilith’s claw has nearly reached the place where you are supposed to be, and Bael is striking her with her eighteenth attack.

After taking stock of your friends, and moving those in the path of possible attack elsewhere, you allow your senses to calm and return to normal.

The world returns to its normal speed, and the flurry of attacks sent by the Preservers Lilith’s way collides with her, at the same time as Bael’s assault sends the matriarch flying, and every possible surface of the court comes apart.

When all the Preservers are all taken aback by the monster that charged them suddenly struggling to extricate itself from a wall you charge forward to engage Lilith and garner all her attention.

“You!” What remains of Lilith is nothing more than a torso with tattered clothes grafted on a biological machine meant to birth Lucifer’s new race. In her gaze is madness and fury, some born of Destruction, but most born because of the sacrifices demanded of her again and again. She feels pain, but cannot resist. She works arduously, but received no recompense. Her entire life is Lucifer, therefore whatever mind she has, perhaps once upon a time having a chance to gain a soul, is nothing more than an animal following its instincts. Lucifer’s masterful manipulations, however, have been replaced by Destruction’s will. Even then, though, some of her objectives remain, such as searching for a way to kill you.  “Die for my master!”

To the mad animal’s cry, you offer a simple answer:

“No.”

You attack with Occisor with blinding speed and strength, targeting all you can, but finding numerous, terrible truths as you attack. Much like the new creatures Lucifer created, Lilith’s entire body is studded with metal that resists Occisor’s ability to cut through anything, while you certainly could cut through her with focus and effort, with the speed behind your blitz, you cannot do such a thing without making an opening.

So, you slather Lilith with cuts that target her limbs instead, as even if the horrific abomination of many limbs and flesh had bones plated in star-forged, near-invulnerable material, you can still cut apart her ligaments and muscles. Arms, legs, thighs, and shoulders. You cut through all which holds up the monstrous collection of flailing, skinless limbs working in perfect harmony to be a mother to a new race of Demons.
Her body heals faster than the rest of the room, but the innumerable attacks take their toll, and before you take a step back to get out of her reach and analyze Lilith for weaknesses, the abominable incubator is already incapable of standing and lies upon a pool of blood.
However, it is quickly healing, and its blood is healing the room, making several walls bubble and threaten o burst before you kill the abominations within by cutting through them all. 

Just as you expect, as you the Preservers have rapidly regrouped in the few heartbeats since your attack, Miyakuro comes forth to provide a solution to the problem at hand.

“I need to make something special for this bitch, so I need you all to buy me and Gungnir time.” Already the Stave-form of Gugnir is hard at work compounding a spell, and analyzing Miyakuro’s notes in her free hand. The elfin creature in pink, white, and gold has a furrowed brow as she works, and questions Coda and Freischutz as she rapidly works. “We’ll be ready in a bit, with something that can deal with this entire hellhole, but we need time.”

As Lilith stands and the remaining Preservers rally behind you, you provide Miyakuro the answer he’s waiting for. 

“Then, I’ll buy you all the time you need.” With those words you stride forward, while handing Shirone Clarent and Masamune, and call Naomi forth in your spare hand. Allsbane appears before you, and Bale nearly comes forward until you shake your head. “The rest of you… prepare for battle against Lucifer and help Miyakuro as much as you can. We have this.”

If there’s anything you’re the best at with the rest of the Preserver Vanguard, it’s definitely holding back seemingly-invincible monstrosities that keep getting up again and can kill with a touch.

After all, most of the time, you’re fighting each other.

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If you were to not hold back, if you were to unleash your full might, Lilith would break.

Even now, as you hold the line against the monstrosity, Occisor and Naomi chip away at the material used by Lucifer to reinforce the skeleton of the mother of his perfect race. 

Shirone, with all her training and ability, can do the same as well.

However, you cannot waste strength with the battle ahead, so you hold the line with only the most minimal amount of strength invested in the battle against Lilith. 

If you use the blessings given to you, or exert yourself, you can end this battle. Lilith wouldn’t be able to touch you, while you use blessings granted by Concepts to unleash immense destruction upon your foe, and eradicate her from existence in a single heartbeat.

Again, though, that entails sacrifice of assets you might need.

So, you stand your ground, and simply meet each attack head-on with Occisor and Naomi in hand.

Like an immovable object, you stand against Lucifer’s wretched seed from which his new civilization shall be born, and weather a storm of attacks. Jagged bones, destructive energies, and even tendrils of muscle reach out for you like a surging, unstoppable tide. A solid wall of attacks come forth from Lilith, but much like a wave, you are a sheer cliff that it can never hope to overcome. 

As with your two swords in hand, even if you cannot move, you can part the entire sea.

A single wave is nothing.

Occisor bifurcates stretching, branching, and grasping pale limbs that reach out of forests of bleeding feet. Naomi parts the power of Destruction with ease, while casting spells that disrupt space, and make it so attacks do not hit you. Then, as the attacks intensify and combine, you use them in conjunction to destroy any possible threat.

You attract all the possible attention you can, standing fast and caging Lilith in, while Allsbane and Shirone do the same.

Shirone’s method is more complex, as she uses Clarent sheathed, and Masamune with one hand. Her ability with Blade is unquestionable, but it is without a doubt that she works best with the martial arts and armor that she has trained with and used in combat for many years. While she uses both swords on occasion, she uses the strength of her soul against most attacks and endures them instead of using her blades, as they take their toll upon her when she uses them with the advanced technique.

For the Sage of Steel, it is simpler to be an iron wall that occasionally bites back against the torrent of attacks, therefore that is what she does to conserve her power.

Allsbane is the opposite.

Her defensive technique is to attack, and much like a hammer, she presses her foe against the anvil that is you and Shirone. Even in the deepest throes of Madness, Lilith knows the threat Allsbane poses, so she evades her, and launches very few attacks against mankind’s blade. Evading her is a tactic any would adopt against her; therefore, it goes to reason that she would learn how to ensure that her opponent stays in her reach.

Thus, Allsbane charges incessantly, running at a breakneck pace at Lilith, and forcing her towards you and Shirone and buying time as she did. 

It’s almost comical, sometimes, when Lilith suddenly withdraws to run around the area the three of you keep her in… if not for the limbs, blood, and viscera she leaves in her wake as Allsbane charges after her.

Upon seeing such a thing, you entertain attacking with all your strength and power, and simply entering the next battle a bit weakened. One look at Shirone and Allsbane, as well as the plain dissatisfaction you feel from all the Swords in their inanimate forms, tells you that your feeling is shared amongst your comrades. All of you would rather exert power, work together, and risk injury instead of continuing the sham of a battle you’re all currently involved in.

Thankfully, after the fifth cycle, Miyakuro and the other magical specialists come forward to cast their spell. 

And, what a spell it is, especially since its courtesy of Miyakuro as he wields not only Gungnir, but the power you granted him as the Last God.

“Well, I can’t exactly have you freaks angry at me for doing all this by messing up.” Miyakuro grunts while focusing power in his hand. A black orb composed solely of gravitic energies compounds within his hand, and then it is replicated by Gungnir a dozen times over one by one. Soon enough, Miyakuro has in his orbit thirteen miniature black holes, which he grits his teeth and struggles to control all at once… but nonetheless steps forward as Allsbane once again rounds Lilith towards you and Shirone. “I… I gotta put a little back into things sometimes!”

With that mighty declaration, which makes you smile as you realize that Miyakuro is pickup one thing or another from you, Miyakuro’s attack collides with Lilith.

And, instantly, skin, muscle, and organs come apart as the destructive force of several singularities are activated upon contact with her. All the materials which reach the projectiles are condensed, refined, and become hypersonic shards composed of hyper-condensed mass that only grows denser as Lilith regenerates.

Soon enough, the projectiles strip Lilith away completely, turning even the plating using to protect her most vulnerable areas into flensing flecks that eradicate her being.

In mere seconds, the creature you would’ve had to put effort you could not spare into defeating is a cloud of flensing particles around black holes.

Which, of course, Miyakuro promptly sends to destroy the rest of the cancerous tumor all around you.