Hell Hath Come. [Demonica/Monsuta]

”She seems to be stronger this time~”


Some might think that she was normally just a war-hungry being whose brain cells were few and far between. However in the midst of battle her mind was a steel trap. Yes as the bout drug on and the attacks swung about continued to increase in power up to the point that the aftershocks had begun to throw up windstorms in their wake it was beginning to get to the point that the demoness was at a constant state of high. Oh yes! A plethora of emotions sifted through her psyche in nanoseconds, many of them emotions tied with elation, excitement, joy, pleasure, glee~ Then there was the more docile emotions of uncertainty and hesitation. She was holding a very vast amount of her power back for the sake of not harming this being, going off pure energy alone she had more than enough power to bring this bout to an end in mere moments, but that wasn’t the point of it at all! No no no ~ That wasn’t what this demonic wench wanted from this fight at all! Which was why as her fist made solid contact her smile widened even further at the first sign of progress!


Many might think that she simply wished to destroy and destroy and destroy~ But that was a misnomer in itself! What she sought was to cause destruction through combat. Simply ending the world was a wasteful incident that she could gain nothing from! And because of this thought as her eyes perceived that instead of being thrown back like a ragdoll her opponent had only stumbled it was a sign that things undoubtedly were about to get a hell of alot more interesting. It was probably for this reason that the demoness as she saw the fist coming forward didn’t move to block it, didn’t move to stop it. Instead as her legs spread apart to get a better base of balance, she had taken it straight upon her cranium.







That was the thunderous sound that echoed practically everywhere as the ground shattered, the air was blown back picking up all the dust, the random bits of broken earth that had been dislodged by the attack that had just transpired. Infact the demoness had moved back maybe half a step from its ferocity. But that wasn’t the interesting part. That would be that despite the force that had transpired and the fact that the demoness had stepped back half a step, there was also the steaming fist that was in contact with the steam rising off of demonica’s demonic barrier! The immense amount of force that had transpired had been enough that it had put a crack in that demonic shell of hers! It had also been enough that when the demon’s lips parted and she had let out a booming laugh. And in her mind she only thought


THATS how it should be! A true fist!


However, there would be something fun transpiring in that point in contact. You see all demons have the potential to transfer their power to other individuals, mainly other demons. However if the likes of Mirja Eola didn’t reject the chaotic energy it would find itself currently flowing into her very veins! Yes! It would seek to enhance, to heal and to otherwise mend the injuries that she had been given oh so lovingly up until the point. To the Wolven shinigami this most likely would help her see the limits of her powers, and to light up another one of her lovely little gem-stones that seemed to hover on her wings. Although it wouldn’t come a moment two soon, since Demonica’s left fist would blurr.


Blurr actually probably wouldn’t be an apt way to explain it. No in slow motion, as in millionths of a second, one might be able to see her fist as it smashed through the tons of air-pressure that weighted against it, As her deceptively powerful, yet not visibly obvious muscles rippled underneath her skin, and as this near-instantaneous hammerblow collided with the likes of mirja eola’s abdominal area, directly in the solar plexus. From there tiny ripples would more likely than not spread across the mad-wolfs body simply from the sheer power of this blow. It would be enough that even a ridiculously durable vizard like the wolf herself would find her lunch probably spewing forth from her mouth. The ground wouldn’t even be ground anymore as what happened first with this immense hit would be interesting.


The ground would bow down as if there was an immense weight below it, rippling away from them with their two bodies as the epicenter. Lagging in the seconds in which nothing at all could be heard would be a time that the demon was able to look the wolf in the eyes and regard her. Then after the initial 4 seconds after the hit? A sound that eclipsed everything else thundered out, the ground flew away and the air pressure alone flying away from them was enough to shatter earth. The ground itself in upwards of a mile was completely decimated in the impending wake of this singular blow. What would be beyond this blow of incomprehensible force that slammed into mirja eola? It would be simple, as her muscles glowed as her body vibrated. She honestly threw the hatred of the world, the thirst for power, the love for the fight and the ire of her being into the punch.


This punch was more than a blow that would most likely send mirja flying like a rocket through the landscape into buildings,through buildings, until she stopped herself due to the fact that this blow had the potential to shatter mountains behind it, and it was a true punch thrown. Even as the blood leaked from the injury that had occurred from mirja’s own fist when it had contacted her face somehow breaking the armor to harm her. The demoness was making a Statement With her fist, just like she had been amused when mirja had answered the call to a fight, now she was interested that Mirja had handled herself well up until this point, which was why as her own body ripple from the force that she was forcing into the point that her fist continued to contact mirja.


It wouldn’t just be a single punch, it was a punch in which multiple moments of musclar contraction had occured. Meaning after one wave of force hit there was a second, then there was a third. Each wave made the ground shatter even more and more, it drove her fist further and further. She was going to break mirja, but that wasn’t it. Even now her own demonic energy was seeking to be accepted by the vizard more, to help her injuries heal as they had been made in her being, In short, Demonica was helping the likes of the mad wolf even as she was damaging the mad wolf. yet, the likes of demonica eventually let her mouth part as she roared.


HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!


The roar from her mouth was combined with her finally coming to the crescendo, the final shockwave that blew everything to smithereens , albeit the base which was certainly strong enough to withstand such battering held. However mirja? It was hard to really comprehend how much force was behind that singular blow Given even now all of demonica’s arm muscles continued to bulge as mirja would finally be released as the force propelling her away from the demoness exceeded the amount of force that was pressing to mirja’s back. In short i would be interesting how mirja picked herself back up, but demonica who wasn’t a talker merely said as she cracked her knuckles

”Stand up, you are stronger than this.”