He should have thought about that before hurting Minato. Not that she doesn't feel the same--the piano was lovely, listening to it making it feel as if she were in the Velvet Room once more, home--but she's the only one of their family to step out on her own journey for a reason.
She's made of raw willpower, but even that begins to lag as she chooses to dodge the whip and steps into the magic circle behind her with a slight grimace. Thanatos, behind Lucifer, drives his sword into the center of the other's back--or would have if not for the sigil, sending him back with an explosion that makes Elizabeth's heart cry out. Her one remnant of her guest...
She wishes she could summon more, but the rest of his Persona stay quiet in her hands. They aren't technically hers to command, hers to summon; she's a being of power able to call for their aid, but these are parts of her guest. Elizabeth tightens her grip on her book, sees Thanatos struggle to standing, and closes her eyes. )
Megidolaon.
( It's barely a whisper, but Thanatos drags his sword up and at the tip of it a small ball of blue light glows and grows, bigger and bigger until the edge of it almost touches the edges of the hallway, and he throws it at Lucifer.
Megidolaon is a big spell, though, sure to catch her as well... and she thinks, she thinks, she'll be able to withstand it, and she only needs to survive a little longer than Lucifer to try and heal Minato again, and herself, too. )
[Not even his flimsy attempt at a shield will be able to deflect that. And even if it did, the blowback from the explosion would likely do more than just damage the hallways. Can he possibly use Elizabeth as a shield?
Well, no time to think: He'll have to find out.
Lucifer wraps his whip around the woman's neck to hold her in place — as if the binds aren't doing enough — and, dropping his prior explosive pseudo-shield, he tucks what remains of his wings tight behind him and ducks behind her. She's smaller than him — human shields work a lot better when the person in question is larger, sadly.
A split second before the ball of light obliterates the both of them, he barely manages to create several wide magic circles for a stasis hex, hoping — praying, really — that they at least soften the blow on his part. As for Elizabeth, well... she doesn't get the honour of such an action, but Lucifer will let her watch while the circles pop up everywhere else around her.
It... does little, truth be told; going against something that's ostensibly inhuman in strength means that his magic can be brushed aside as easily as one would swat a fly. The circles shatter like glass around the two of them, and he's not quite sure what state Elizabeth is in, but he knows from where he's currently hiding from the blast that he can feel it searing against his legs and arms and his hands near where her neck is — injured as he is, if he took that directly, it might have spelled the end of the Avatar of Pride.
Everything fucking burns. The longer this goes on, the more he can see those shadow students moving toward them, grouping up like they're eagerly awaiting to see who goes down first. At this point, Lucifer may as well be wearing rags, too; one of the burns on his side is deep enough to where he can see the smallest spec of bone and scorched muscle.]
( The magic fades slowly, heat and light dissipating bit by bit at first--and then faster as shadow students take notice of their state, beginning to swarm, darkness over taking the fading light. Thanatos is nowhere to be seen; Elizabeth is... lighter than he remembers, probably, which is primarily thanks to most of her being obliterated. Maybe if their positions had been reversed, she would have survived a little better.
Her book, somehow, remains without injury, though it's been dropped to their feet. The shadow students pause to consider it but ultimately want Elizabeth and Lucifer more,
Elizabeth moreso given her condition, and they scramble to grab what's left of her hanging in front of Lucifer.)
It would be safe to assume that she's dead, but this is also Elizabeth, so he'll play it a bit cautiously for now. Regardless, Lucifer slumps forward a bit, looking disdainfully at what's left of his whip — the spell had obliterated the part of it that he'd quite nearly strangled Elizabeth with.
All things considered, though, Lucifer is a prideful man. She was his kill, and at the same time she was someone he once considered a friend; to let the void swallow her would be unjust. No, she'll be put on display when they exit, just like everyone else — so, gripping the mirror shard he'd kept on him just in case, he uses what's left of her hand (or the ends of her limbs, should she not have any left) to get her out of there, before he follows after with the remaining pieces.
He considers himself lucky that the worst of the injuries didn't stick; four powerful wings flex at his back as a reminder that he's alive and whole, though he can still feel the damage to the formerly-severed one, and by the Demon King his entire body feels like it's ablaze, not to mention the still-prevalent pain from the injury that sent them both to the void in the first place. In the time they were gone, Lucifer's glad that the time-stop held his stasis magic in place for the remaining students and blood splatters.
The demon glances at Elizabeth, who looks otherwise fine, uninjured, no longer just pieces and mangled limbs. A shame, really, that she had to go.
Five bodies to send one message. For those he loved and lost — for Narumi still in stasis and soulless back at the dorms and for Clamor, his dearly departed.
Do not cross the Avatar of Pride.
Lucifer sighs a touch sadly, setting to work. He has decorating to finish, after all. When the elevator doors open in the morning, Elizabeth and Minato will be found within, Elizabeth poised like a doll in that chair she normally sits in and Minato leaning lifelessly against her side.]
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He should have thought about that before hurting Minato. Not that she doesn't feel the same--the piano was lovely, listening to it making it feel as if she were in the Velvet Room once more, home--but she's the only one of their family to step out on her own journey for a reason.
She's made of raw willpower, but even that begins to lag as she chooses to dodge the whip and steps into the magic circle behind her with a slight grimace. Thanatos, behind Lucifer, drives his sword into the center of the other's back--or would have if not for the sigil, sending him back with an explosion that makes Elizabeth's heart cry out. Her one remnant of her guest...
She wishes she could summon more, but the rest of his Persona stay quiet in her hands. They aren't technically hers to command, hers to summon; she's a being of power able to call for their aid, but these are parts of her guest. Elizabeth tightens her grip on her book, sees Thanatos struggle to standing, and closes her eyes. )
Megidolaon.
( It's barely a whisper, but Thanatos drags his sword up and at the tip of it a small ball of blue light glows and grows, bigger and bigger until the edge of it almost touches the edges of the hallway, and he throws it at Lucifer.
Megidolaon is a big spell, though, sure to catch her as well... and she thinks, she thinks, she'll be able to withstand it, and she only needs to survive a little longer than Lucifer to try and heal Minato again, and herself, too. )
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Well, no time to think: He'll have to find out.
Lucifer wraps his whip around the woman's neck to hold her in place — as if the binds aren't doing enough — and, dropping his prior explosive pseudo-shield, he tucks what remains of his wings tight behind him and ducks behind her. She's smaller than him — human shields work a lot better when the person in question is larger, sadly.
A split second before the ball of light obliterates the both of them, he barely manages to create several wide magic circles for a stasis hex, hoping — praying, really — that they at least soften the blow on his part. As for Elizabeth, well... she doesn't get the honour of such an action, but Lucifer will let her watch while the circles pop up everywhere else around her.
It... does little, truth be told; going against something that's ostensibly inhuman in strength means that his magic can be brushed aside as easily as one would swat a fly. The circles shatter like glass around the two of them, and he's not quite sure what state Elizabeth is in, but he knows from where he's currently hiding from the blast that he can feel it searing against his legs and arms and his hands near where her neck is — injured as he is, if he took that directly, it might have spelled the end of the Avatar of Pride.
Everything fucking burns. The longer this goes on, the more he can see those shadow students moving toward them, grouping up like they're eagerly awaiting to see who goes down first. At this point, Lucifer may as well be wearing rags, too; one of the burns on his side is deep enough to where he can see the smallest spec of bone and scorched muscle.]
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Her book, somehow, remains without injury, though it's been dropped to their feet. The shadow students pause to consider it but ultimately want Elizabeth and Lucifer more,
Elizabeth moreso given her condition, and they scramble to grab what's left of her hanging in front of Lucifer.)
:')
It would be safe to assume that she's dead, but this is also Elizabeth, so he'll play it a bit cautiously for now. Regardless, Lucifer slumps forward a bit, looking disdainfully at what's left of his whip — the spell had obliterated the part of it that he'd quite nearly strangled Elizabeth with.
All things considered, though, Lucifer is a prideful man. She was his kill, and at the same time she was someone he once considered a friend; to let the void swallow her would be unjust. No, she'll be put on display when they exit, just like everyone else — so, gripping the mirror shard he'd kept on him just in case, he uses what's left of her hand (or the ends of her limbs, should she not have any left) to get her out of there, before he follows after with the remaining pieces.
He considers himself lucky that the worst of the injuries didn't stick; four powerful wings flex at his back as a reminder that he's alive and whole, though he can still feel the damage to the formerly-severed one, and by the Demon King his entire body feels like it's ablaze, not to mention the still-prevalent pain from the injury that sent them both to the void in the first place. In the time they were gone, Lucifer's glad that the time-stop held his stasis magic in place for the remaining students and blood splatters.
The demon glances at Elizabeth, who looks otherwise fine, uninjured, no longer just pieces and mangled limbs. A shame, really, that she had to go.
Five bodies to send one message. For those he loved and lost — for Narumi still in stasis and soulless back at the dorms and for Clamor, his dearly departed.
Do not cross the Avatar of Pride.
Lucifer sighs a touch sadly, setting to work. He has decorating to finish, after all. When the elevator doors open in the morning, Elizabeth and Minato will be found within, Elizabeth poised like a doll in that chair she normally sits in and Minato leaning lifelessly against her side.]