♡ a e r i t h ♡ a g a r i c ♡
♡ Drifting alongside the subtle pink colors of the wind that found themselves drifting amongst Merazúr, the trio of crimson would begin their descent upon the top of an abandoned factory of a dark rust hue, casting their shadows upon the dim skyline- it was almost 3:33 in the morning within the domain of Minstrel, where Aerith and a new friend of hers would be tasked with the ending of the operations of a slave ring in the name of Dies Irae. It was something that the unholy elf would wish to take care of as soon as possible; it was to be corrupted men that she would be dealing with, which wished to take advantage of the weakness of helpless girls. Hopping off of their flying broomsticks, one in the form of a giant mushroom and the other in the form of a big red rose, the gentle clacks of their heeled boots would reverberate slightly around the two and no further, allowing for their sly arrival on top of the ghost building. It was as if the street that this building found itself residing upon was extremely unlucky- despite the bustling atmosphere of the largest city of this nation, it was as if the factory was surrounded by other architecture of similar dilapidation, making this the perfect spot for a hideout for terrible, inhumane individuals. Handing her giant mushroom stuffed animal to Delphi, her companion of the Demon Rose, the pink-haired elf would look toward what appeared to be a roof entrance, which seemed to house a door which, conveniently enough, would be cracked open. ♡
♡ "We will be picking them off from the outside inward, royal highness," the demon of the mushrooms would remark softly toward her company of violet hair, "by doing this, we will be allowing the fates of hundreds of little girls to shine outward, like our magic." It would seem as though the proctor of this mission were to be just as confident as Lady Delphi, which was to smile brightly as she would begin to make her way toward the door. Being that of a demon heart as well, the girl of violet hair and dark skin would hold onto the depiction of plush fungi as she would begin to sneak into the corridor, following the blade dancer of the maiden; she had joined the ranks of Dies Irae a few weeks prior to this journey but had known the princess of the Demon Agaric for years. They had assisted one another prior in another graceful feat to eradicate a grotto full of vile beasts, it was apparent that the style of magic granted to the girl was that of demonic rose-make magic, and the ability to fortify lost, ruined planets and biomes in the name of her red rose. This would begin to show itself as they would advance down a spiral staircase with rust, as it would begin to be consumed in soft red rose-petals and unholy matter, which would replace the rust with new, smooth material. It was similar to that of a demon's touch of greatness, following behind the trio with the fluttering of a bright red and white uniform. Approaching that of a longer, flat corridor at the bottom of the staircase, it was apparent that voices were coming from the next turn in the massive factory, which was dimly lit in orange lights. ♡
♡ Slowly advancing down the corridor, it would appear as if the voices were to be speaking of the plans to take the young women from their homes over the upcoming weeks; it made unholy goosebumps spread across the mushroom demon's pale skin like wildfire, which would cause her to begin to sprint vivaciously toward the voices, cutlass secured within her hands. This would make her companions gasp as they would follow along her footsteps- it was apparent that Aerith would seek justice on the evil individuals as quickly as she could, bursting into their vision as their verbiage would quickly cease to exist further. "You have committed crimes against the natural, pure order of Earthland and its people, have you no shame?!" Aerith would scream at the two as her eyes would begin to glisten like a ruby crystal, soon being met by the exceed and the other demonic force behind her. This appearance would cause the group of four men to sigh as one would seemingly push a button on their belt-buckle, which would make the lights in the factory change into that of an ultraviolet red color. Mayhaps a signal that intruders were inside of the gang's territory, a few would raise what appeared to be weapons of heavy machinery, while others would seemingly bear just their fists. "In the name of Dies Irae, I will pronounce Arsène Baillieu decimated with the luster of my blade- but in the name of justice, I will take all of your lives!" the elf would scream as she would lunge forward and slice what appeared to be a rift of glistening unholy shadows and mushrooms, which would fly toward the vile group of four and knock them back into a massive wall coated in rust, slamming them against it ruthlessly+1. ♡
♡ While one of the individual's souls would immediately begin to linger upon the wall of the factory and its crushed corpse, their trio would pull themselves together quite quickly and begin to fire assault guns at the group of mages; though it was difficult for them to aim through the smoke produced in the factory, a few shots would push through the princess' shoulderblade and soak her uniform with blood. However, it would appear as if she would advance forward in a sprint as the glistening cutlass would begin to glow a faint aura of rose and ruby- upon nearing the rapid-firing gang members, she would hop upwards into the sky and begin to spin the sword around her, slicing deep into the limbs of the wretched and severing their heads clean off the bone with a gentle sweep+3. Bodies hitting the ground in gentle thuds, their souls would become small mushroom charms and fall onto the ground, which would quickly be collected by the black exceed of the mushroom well's origin- these were to be utilized later by the pair and would be thrown down the wishing well of her castle for all of eternity. But for now, she would quickly advance down the long corridors of the factory in wish to find the leader of this gang and cut his head off just as she did his lackeys. ♡
♡ However, as the group of Dies Irae soldiers would advance quickly through the factory, what appeared to be a giant silhouette of about seven individuals would begin to span across a giant wall toward the end of the factory- it was as if the band of individuals was waiting for the challenge of the demonic girls within the massive corridor of darkness. The lights would begin to flicker and would turn on within the depths of the night to reveal the rest of the gang on the other side of the room; they all appeared to be heavily armed aside from a man inside a fancy black and red suit, which looked to bear glasses and a curly ponytail. "It seems as though we have our first two girls to put on the market, don't we, boys?," the man would laugh as he would seemingly put on a pair of black gloves, "or will you make Sir. Baillieu do some bad things?" Raising their swords toward the individual of wretched morals, the two girls of the demon hearts would glare in disgust as the other lackeys would appear to laugh alongside their commander. This made the duo of kind spirits feel a faint ache in their stomachs; it was disgusting, and as the sun would begin to rise upon the shattered glass panes of the corridor, Aerith's crimson optics would appear as angrier and angrier. ♡
♡ "In the name of the mushroom throne, I call out to you, The Chariot, The Strength, The Wheel, show yourselves!" the lockbox upon the elvish girl's belt would begin to unclasp as she would shout, raising three cards into the air above her as she would advance toward the group of men, "Arsène Baillieu, die!" Rumbling the abandoned factory, the men would appear as confused while they would look around to see just what was to occur- their first thought was an earthquake or the factory's units turning back on due to the power, but it was anything but. Manifesting into that of three bursts of ultraviolet black and pink, three grotesque beasts which looked to be of monstrous origin would advance toward the group of men as they would resume fire- but it appeared to be of no use, as their bullets would barrel into the giant creatures as they would run toward them with their sharp teeth glistening in the sunlight, seemingly not feeling the pain. The chariot, which appeared to resemble that of a mushroom-ridden Demogorgon, bore its sharp teeth and pinned two of the lackeys onto the ground, tearing deep into their flesh with each incision caused by its mouth- it was as if it were to be a wretched meal of demon materializations, as the other two beasts would begin to pummel the other four lackeys against the wall over the course of a mere ten minutes, leaving a single defenseless commander of sick, twisted individuals at his knees upon the corpses of his fallen, shred apart soldiers+6. The corridor would seem to begin to finally be coated in rose petals, almost complete; it was now an abandoned garden of demons, which would signal the three summons that their job had been complete. ♡
♡ Slowly wandering through the rose-ridden corridor with Lilith, the cutlass of the maiden in hand, the pink-haired elf would eventually meet the tip of her blade with the throat of the man, holding up her other hand to the wounds that she had received by the rapid-fire. "Damn you to hell, you wretched imbecile," Aerith would softly speak upon the rain of the crimson petals, thrusting the unholy blade of silver into his neck, sucking the life force out of his body slowly with the spattering of his crimson energy. While he would begin to try to speak, it would be of no use once more; he would faint on the ground and seize before seemingly passing, allowing his wretched soul to be collected alongside the rest of his twisted followers+1. Consuming his corpse in rose petals as it slowly sunk into the river of red, the mission of the two princesses was complete- the sick individual leading the ring of slavery was dead. Bearing their swords and turning them back into broomsticks, the trio would fly through the glass panes of the ceiling and toward the forest that lay outside of the massive metropolis; they would slowly begin to treat their wounds with the wonders of the demon's rose and mushrooms before they would fly back to greet Helga about the news. ♡
♡ "We will be picking them off from the outside inward, royal highness," the demon of the mushrooms would remark softly toward her company of violet hair, "by doing this, we will be allowing the fates of hundreds of little girls to shine outward, like our magic." It would seem as though the proctor of this mission were to be just as confident as Lady Delphi, which was to smile brightly as she would begin to make her way toward the door. Being that of a demon heart as well, the girl of violet hair and dark skin would hold onto the depiction of plush fungi as she would begin to sneak into the corridor, following the blade dancer of the maiden; she had joined the ranks of Dies Irae a few weeks prior to this journey but had known the princess of the Demon Agaric for years. They had assisted one another prior in another graceful feat to eradicate a grotto full of vile beasts, it was apparent that the style of magic granted to the girl was that of demonic rose-make magic, and the ability to fortify lost, ruined planets and biomes in the name of her red rose. This would begin to show itself as they would advance down a spiral staircase with rust, as it would begin to be consumed in soft red rose-petals and unholy matter, which would replace the rust with new, smooth material. It was similar to that of a demon's touch of greatness, following behind the trio with the fluttering of a bright red and white uniform. Approaching that of a longer, flat corridor at the bottom of the staircase, it was apparent that voices were coming from the next turn in the massive factory, which was dimly lit in orange lights. ♡
♡ Slowly advancing down the corridor, it would appear as if the voices were to be speaking of the plans to take the young women from their homes over the upcoming weeks; it made unholy goosebumps spread across the mushroom demon's pale skin like wildfire, which would cause her to begin to sprint vivaciously toward the voices, cutlass secured within her hands. This would make her companions gasp as they would follow along her footsteps- it was apparent that Aerith would seek justice on the evil individuals as quickly as she could, bursting into their vision as their verbiage would quickly cease to exist further. "You have committed crimes against the natural, pure order of Earthland and its people, have you no shame?!" Aerith would scream at the two as her eyes would begin to glisten like a ruby crystal, soon being met by the exceed and the other demonic force behind her. This appearance would cause the group of four men to sigh as one would seemingly push a button on their belt-buckle, which would make the lights in the factory change into that of an ultraviolet red color. Mayhaps a signal that intruders were inside of the gang's territory, a few would raise what appeared to be weapons of heavy machinery, while others would seemingly bear just their fists. "In the name of Dies Irae, I will pronounce Arsène Baillieu decimated with the luster of my blade- but in the name of justice, I will take all of your lives!" the elf would scream as she would lunge forward and slice what appeared to be a rift of glistening unholy shadows and mushrooms, which would fly toward the vile group of four and knock them back into a massive wall coated in rust, slamming them against it ruthlessly+1. ♡
♡ While one of the individual's souls would immediately begin to linger upon the wall of the factory and its crushed corpse, their trio would pull themselves together quite quickly and begin to fire assault guns at the group of mages; though it was difficult for them to aim through the smoke produced in the factory, a few shots would push through the princess' shoulderblade and soak her uniform with blood. However, it would appear as if she would advance forward in a sprint as the glistening cutlass would begin to glow a faint aura of rose and ruby- upon nearing the rapid-firing gang members, she would hop upwards into the sky and begin to spin the sword around her, slicing deep into the limbs of the wretched and severing their heads clean off the bone with a gentle sweep+3. Bodies hitting the ground in gentle thuds, their souls would become small mushroom charms and fall onto the ground, which would quickly be collected by the black exceed of the mushroom well's origin- these were to be utilized later by the pair and would be thrown down the wishing well of her castle for all of eternity. But for now, she would quickly advance down the long corridors of the factory in wish to find the leader of this gang and cut his head off just as she did his lackeys. ♡
♡ However, as the group of Dies Irae soldiers would advance quickly through the factory, what appeared to be a giant silhouette of about seven individuals would begin to span across a giant wall toward the end of the factory- it was as if the band of individuals was waiting for the challenge of the demonic girls within the massive corridor of darkness. The lights would begin to flicker and would turn on within the depths of the night to reveal the rest of the gang on the other side of the room; they all appeared to be heavily armed aside from a man inside a fancy black and red suit, which looked to bear glasses and a curly ponytail. "It seems as though we have our first two girls to put on the market, don't we, boys?," the man would laugh as he would seemingly put on a pair of black gloves, "or will you make Sir. Baillieu do some bad things?" Raising their swords toward the individual of wretched morals, the two girls of the demon hearts would glare in disgust as the other lackeys would appear to laugh alongside their commander. This made the duo of kind spirits feel a faint ache in their stomachs; it was disgusting, and as the sun would begin to rise upon the shattered glass panes of the corridor, Aerith's crimson optics would appear as angrier and angrier. ♡
♡ "In the name of the mushroom throne, I call out to you, The Chariot, The Strength, The Wheel, show yourselves!" the lockbox upon the elvish girl's belt would begin to unclasp as she would shout, raising three cards into the air above her as she would advance toward the group of men, "Arsène Baillieu, die!" Rumbling the abandoned factory, the men would appear as confused while they would look around to see just what was to occur- their first thought was an earthquake or the factory's units turning back on due to the power, but it was anything but. Manifesting into that of three bursts of ultraviolet black and pink, three grotesque beasts which looked to be of monstrous origin would advance toward the group of men as they would resume fire- but it appeared to be of no use, as their bullets would barrel into the giant creatures as they would run toward them with their sharp teeth glistening in the sunlight, seemingly not feeling the pain. The chariot, which appeared to resemble that of a mushroom-ridden Demogorgon, bore its sharp teeth and pinned two of the lackeys onto the ground, tearing deep into their flesh with each incision caused by its mouth- it was as if it were to be a wretched meal of demon materializations, as the other two beasts would begin to pummel the other four lackeys against the wall over the course of a mere ten minutes, leaving a single defenseless commander of sick, twisted individuals at his knees upon the corpses of his fallen, shred apart soldiers+6. The corridor would seem to begin to finally be coated in rose petals, almost complete; it was now an abandoned garden of demons, which would signal the three summons that their job had been complete. ♡
♡ Slowly wandering through the rose-ridden corridor with Lilith, the cutlass of the maiden in hand, the pink-haired elf would eventually meet the tip of her blade with the throat of the man, holding up her other hand to the wounds that she had received by the rapid-fire. "Damn you to hell, you wretched imbecile," Aerith would softly speak upon the rain of the crimson petals, thrusting the unholy blade of silver into his neck, sucking the life force out of his body slowly with the spattering of his crimson energy. While he would begin to try to speak, it would be of no use once more; he would faint on the ground and seize before seemingly passing, allowing his wretched soul to be collected alongside the rest of his twisted followers+1. Consuming his corpse in rose petals as it slowly sunk into the river of red, the mission of the two princesses was complete- the sick individual leading the ring of slavery was dead. Bearing their swords and turning them back into broomsticks, the trio would fly through the glass panes of the ceiling and toward the forest that lay outside of the massive metropolis; they would slowly begin to treat their wounds with the wonders of the demon's rose and mushrooms before they would fly back to greet Helga about the news. ♡
