Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161113032925

Like a tidal wave, the Puppeteer breaks into a thousand strands and dives at me, too many for me to fight. In a flash and a bolt, I am behind and above it. I thrust my hand and rake the thing with arcanum, illuminating the cloud roiling around us. We fly ever upwards, me above, it below. It reaches, a thoisand black hands thrusting, each one met with a bolt. I thrust, again, and again, the shock of the raw magic booming in the dull roar of the vortex. My body wavers as I struggle to maintain my sense of self.

I look up. A tiny, helpless shape flies past me, up into the void...

"NO!"

I start to pursue Emelia, but a coil grabs my ankle and pulls me downward. I struggle, and look down towards the vile Demon. Its face forms again in the center of the mass of tentacled hands as I am pulled towards it.

i will destroy you i will find you and - 

I bolt towards the mass, the concussion of the lightning freeing me. I am in front of the Puppeteer's face.

Raw rage takes over.

I grab the Demon by the neck, pouring arcanum into its shadowed body. It screeches and reels, thrashing, grabbing me and trying to crush me. I choke it. My fingers dig into the ephemeral flesh, my will tearing the beast apart as it screams...

We thrash as we tumble upwards, rolling in the air as we struggle. I charge my arcanum for one last time.

I will only get one try...

I thrash downwards. I am between it and the void.

I let go. I open my palms. I shout.

My hands release the burst and the Demon is blasted from me, its tendrils shredded by the momentum. Screeching, it flies up, and up, gaining speed into the vortex, writhing as the mouth of madness shreds the Demon into nothingness....

The abomination Emelia crashes into me, losing consciousness and smashing to the ground. I bounce off and tumble, and tumble again, rolling to a stop. Slowly,  we both begin to stand. I gasp with pain.

The face on the hologram is a visage of anger and fear.

"It took me YEARS to summon that Demon from the past...YEARS, DO YOU HEAR ME??"

The tortured form of Emelia stands. A low, guttural gurgle emits from her throat, saliva pouring from the corners  of her mouth, as she is no longer able to control her faculties. Her eyes burn with life, but not a life filled with rational thought. The restraints on her tortured mind have been lifted. Only one thing remains within.

Immediately, plasma courses through her body from her internal generator and she screams, falling to her kees. She trembles as she remains on all fours, drooling, choking with pain as the plasma arcs through her.

"You may have done away with my ability to control her through possession directly, Doctor, but I can still control her through pain."  The Little Man's voice is low and sinister. ''"She is still immune to magic, but not that which is inside her.  And I can control that with the flip of a switch." ''

Holding my shoulder, I shout at the top of my voice. "You're a pedophile, a kidnapper, a rapist, and a murderer, you son of a bitch!"

"A NECESSARY THING TO KEEP MYSELF ALIVE!  AND NOW YOU'VE DESTROYED DECADES OF MY RESEARCH!  YOU'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!"  His image shakes with rage.

I look up. Extending my hand, I close my fist. Far above me the plasma generator, its droning hum deep, begins to whine. Its polished dome exterior crunches inwards, releasing arcs of plasma all at once.

There is a tremor, then an explosion, an enormous green fireball lighting the tower as the machine erupts, spitting mechanical pieces everywhere. I raise my ward as bits of machinery rain down around us both.

The little man panics as he looks around.  "Wh...what have you done??"  He almost whispers.

"You spoke too soon," I point. "NOW I've ruined everything."

Emelia stands up slowly. The arcs of plasma no longer torture her body. With heavy footfalls, she slowly turns away from me, to the control tower. Her eyes blaze.

The hologram of the Little Man looks terrified...

(One more post, then done)