Finding my Parents in Another World-Chapter 61: (Raorka) A Demon’s Magik

Jareth was the first to attack. As he extended his hands, and the finger barrels shot out, Raorka noticed that they were made from wood, rather than earth as he had first assumed.

Circles of wood shoot out from the barrels in a continuous volley. The rapid rate of shooting reminded Raorka of a machine gun, even though he was sure nothing like that existed in this world.

The Demon of Lust in front of them raised her slender, elegant hands with an almost languid grace. A deep purple energy, shimmering like a viscous slime, began to flow from her left palm. It slithered through the air, winding its way across in serpentine fashion, and extended toward her right hand. As the two energies connected, the substance began to solidify, forming a translucent, shimmering shield that radiated with an otherworldly glow.

The wood bullets, fired with deadly precision, struck the shield with a series of sharp cracks. But instead of piercing it, the bullets sank into the shield as if the surface were made of thick jelly, their momentum completely halted as they were absorbed into the pulsating barrier. For a split second, the projectiles seemed to quiver and writhe within the shield, before coming to an abrupt stop, frozen in place just inches from the Demon’s form. The shield’s jelly-like consistency had neutralized the force of the rapid-fire assault, rendering the bullets harmless.

Drisnen leapt towards the Demon, using the rapid fire of Jareth as cover. Raorka was taken aback, but in an instant was behind him brandishing his sword. They didn’t know the extent of the Demon’s healing powers, but the most effective way to neutralize someone with healing that fast was to just inflict on them a blow deadly enough to cause instant death.

Jareth didn’t stop his barrage, despite its ineffectiveness. Instead he increased his rate of fire, causing later bullets to crash against ones previously neutralized in the jelly shield. But the main aim of this was to impede the Demon’s visibility. Indeed, as Raorka advanced towards the Demon, he could barely see the form of the monster behind the shield.

Drisnen ran forward, keeping his frame low. His arms and legs already were enhanced into the tiger form, and his claws glistened when light shone off of it. Keeping low as he ran, he looked more like an actual tiger chasing its prey. Raorka, meanwhile, took the higher route. Using a swirling wave of water, he rose above the hail of wood bullets, moving inexorably towards the Demon behind the shield.

The Demon’s eyes locked onto Raorka’s and he felt an involuntary shiver at the primal evil, the malice in those eyes. Raorka levelled his sword at the monster and then with a roar, he fell towards her. The Demon of Lust pushed back her shield forward, causing the hail of bullets trapped inside to explode outwards towards Jareth, who had to stop firing and leap to his side to dodge it. Drisnen had been keeping low so he managed to avoid the explosion, but his cover was now gone. Gritting his teeth, he jumped towards the Demon. Without even looking at him, she flicked her tail hitting the flying Drisnen straight on his chest and sending him flying back towards the broken walls of the castle.

Raorka brought his sword down on top of the Demon’s head. She blocked it with her arm. Or rather another purple slime-like energy slithered on top of her arm and absorbed the blow. Raorka grunted and attempted to draw back his sword for another strike, but in horror he realized that the viscous material of the purple slime had caught onto his sword, keeping it rigidly in place. The Demon smiled and kicked upwards towards his exposed midriff. Using the stuck sword as a pivot, Raorka twisted in midair, dodging the powerful kick by inches. He could feel the force, the power behind it as the Demon’s leg brushed past his ear.

Raorka was now upside-down in the air, his sword stuck on the viscous slime on the Demon’s hand. Desperate, he released a burst of water from the tip of his sword. It worked, the water washed away the purple slime and Raorka’s sword was free. Immediately disengaging, Raorka swung, his aim steadfastly at the Demon’s neck.

Tentacles exploded from her right arm, snaking it’s way towards Raorka’s sword once more. Cursing, he shifted the direction of his sword in midair, now focused on dodging from the tentacles rather than attacking the Demon’s neck.

Finally as he struck the ground, he looked up to see the Demon smiling.

"That’s all?" She asked condescendingly.

Raorka grunted in response. Quickly looking around, he saw Drisnen collapsed against the wall of the castle. Jareth seemed in better shape, but he was exhausted from the repeated use of his Inito. Standing to one side, he was on his knees huffing in exhaustion.

"A Demon’s Magik is different from a normal human you see." The Demon continued, evidently relishing her clear superiority. "We don’t have stupid rules and classes and enemies and allies like you lesser beings do. No, our magik is entirely correlated with colours. For example me, I have dominion over the colour purple. Thus my magik has dominion over the colour purple. A much more elegant way of using magik don’t you think?"

The Demon looked around, as if she were a professor in a class and expected her students to respond. She tutted disappointedly when no one did.

"Needless to say, we also don’t have useless systems like Initos or Word of Powers. Our powers increase or decrease as per the opponent we face. And I am sorry to say but facing you three doesn’t require much more magik than crushing an ant would to me."

"Shut the fuck up." Drisnen spoke up, slowly getting up. He was bleeding profusely from his forehead, but his stance was still aggressive. He started running once more towards the Demon, zigzagging his way.

"Stop Drisnen!!" Raorka cried out, but it was too late.

Almost as if she had been expecting just this development, the Demon of Lust smiled and her tail shot out once more, fast as a bullet. This time however the tip of the tail was sharpened like a sword, and that tip was headed straight for Drisnen’s neck. Drisnen’s eyes widened, but it was too late to dodge, and he couldn’t block it with his claws.

He tried nevertheless. He raised his claws forward, but Raorka watched horrified as the tip of the Demon’s tail broke through his claws like it was cheese, heading for his neck.

Bam!

An explosion! An explosion of light occured just before the tip pierced Drisnen’s neck. It was a blinding explosion, more of light than of any actual explosive.

As the light slowly cleared, Raorka blinked his eyes, and looked up to see Drisnen safe and sound on the ground, albeit a little shaken. He looked up gratefully at the figure who had saved him.

"Elf!" The Demon of Lust hissed venomously.

"Demon." Artemis agreed, her voice calm.

.XX.

"What is an Elf doing aiding Anasuril?" The Demon of Lust had recovered some of her sneer.

"Oh, nothing really. Thought I would slay some Demons in my free time."

"Ha! That’s a good one. None of your kind has ever managed to kill even a single named Demon, and now you, who can’t even kill a dragon, will kill me?"

"Maybe not alone. But one of my kind was certainly present when a Demon was felled."

A dark look came over the Demon of Lust’s eyes. Artemis had touched a nerve seemingly.

"Don’t speak of that. You know nothing of that." The Demon of Lust spat on the ground.

"Oh but I do. The Night of Lisa is probably the most well documented instance of alliance between all the three kingdoms."

The Demon of Lust had a furious look on her face now. She raised both of her hands and in an instant two purple whips materialized in them. She twisted her hands, and the whips struck the ground with tremendous force, leaving behind visible lashes.

"I’ll whip you to shape, Elf."

"Inito. [[Golden Protector]]."

A spear of light shone in Artemis’ hands. There wasn’t much further change in her physical appearance, no armor or shield. But it seemed to Raorka as if there was an almost invisible halo of light surrounding her and her weapon.

"You fight under my Faux Eternalis, Demon. You may be near immortal, you may be stronger than any being in this country. But you’d do well to remember the Night of Lisa, and remember that you can still be beaten, still be killed in an environment not your own."

There was a visible change of mood with Artemis’ arrival. Jareth stood up, his face determined once more, and his hands outstretched to resume his assault. Drisnen, having escaped near death, stood up with renewed confidence.

Raorka himself felt a surge of energy, of hope as he raised his sword. It was as if the halo of light from Artemis’ Inito was acting as a morale booster.

"Now, Demon. The lambs will slaughter the wolf."