The End.

Greater definition means a loss of chaos and an infliction of order, the theoretical antithesis of the Demon. If it is sense, it is not be pleased.



It swings with its newly defined arms. It is quick, but your blade embeded in its stomach gives you control over the situation. You duck.



Twist the blade.



And cut outwards, spinning.



Out of the corner of your eye, you see it gain



legs.



It chases your follow-through motion, stepping into your blindspot.



You turn to block with your arm, thanking Gabriel, who turned you onto heavier armor.



Still, it is a heavy blow. You are momentarily impressed with the Demon's form.



The Demon's tendrils snap out of the ground into its arm.

Suddenly, the blow becomes much heavier.



You fly, with your entire left side in shattering pain.







An agonizing landing.



You bleed, badly. Death creeps to your door.



Temporarily overstepping the pain, you active the semi-final treasure you gained, pined to your cloak- the Forum of Souls.



Waves of energies surround you. You think how good it is to feel Hera's Operating Room envelop you, just as you remember how much this will hurt.



"Dear god, pull yourself together. I can't keep doing it for you."

You try to respond, but your entire body locks up to prevent convulsions as Hera's soul bends time and space to undo your damage.

"Disgusting. You're everywhere."

Your lost blood finds its way back to you. It slips into your body- always a bizarre experience.

"Amazing, this is a new record of broken...things in you, for you."

The broken arm, and even the armor, take proper shape again. White flashes of pain. Your nerves have re-nit.



"Good enough. I'd screen you with a Spatial Barrier, but you got hurt too badly. I can't even hold myself together right now...either. Anyway, I didn't fix everything. Your insides are a liiiittle jumbled, but it's probably alright given that organs don't really feel pain."

"....than-k yo-ck-uuu.." You choke out. Leaving Hera's operating room always made you feel like a newborn, with things not working properly.

"You're welcome. Now do your job, I need to recharge. It'll take a while this time."

And she was gone again.



You rise, everything important seeming to work properly.

A short reminisce.
Hera, Balthazar and Gabriel were your greatest allies, who followed you to the ends of the earth, and further. They lost their lives during their meeting with the Demon, but you managed to hold their existences in the Forum of Souls. They don't (truly) complain, but you know they can't be satisfied like this. You'll be able to release them soon. For now, they will aid you once again.

"And I see that you, too, are haunted by ghosts."
A even paced, slow-inflection voice.



You look up, focused but surprised.



You did not think the Demon could speak.

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