Note: From now on, I won't be putting as much sex into every chapter like I've done before, excluding the two without sex already. Besides, in such a heated situation, I doubt I can figure out a way to involve sex that easily, though I'll keep my mind open. Absolutely no rape (non consent/reluctance in this case) situations though, the way I see it, I just don't like condoning any sort of rape, even if in a fictional text. While I may allude to such action (it is war after all), I won't narrate a full scene like that.
Chapter 19: And into the fire.
"Guah!" Pain, that was all that coursed through the mind of the one known as Rainer, the Lord of Lust. It was not arrogance for Rainer to say that he was well versed in combat, at least the normal hand to hand fisticuffs type of combat. Yet no matter what Rainer tried, he could not make his magic work. Whatever spells he versed and released, after chanting the required incantation he remembered, the spell soon went out of control. It was just like the time with Linias, yet it seemed even worse now.
A lust demon had landed a small cut right next to Rainer's shoulder blades. "After I kill you, this thrice damned job will be over. We both may have lost comrades, friends, or whatever here... But I'm the one who'll win in the end and exact vengeance." The incubus known as Archibald said irately. It seemed that he was rather close to the greed demon Tozomat slew, and slew Tozomat in his rage. That rage perpetuated and the battle between Archibald and Rainer went on.
If you could call it a battle...
If one used a war as an example, let's say the One-Hundred Years War: Rainer would be the French, as he was limping around and desperately clinging on to life, fighting back with all his might; then Archibald would be the British, completely dominating the entire scene for the first half of the war. Yet if one used that war as an analogy, then one would expect the French to make a comeback, to ferociously make a side on the losing end for one hundred years suddenly show what is what and beat back the British. So far, for Rainer, it looked like it would be a complete loss for him.
Rainer told himself, (I'll try one more time, a simple spell this time, if I can't do it then...) summoning the resolve to cast more magic, or at least try, Rainer chanted:
"Cutting Wind -
Piercing northern winds
The slicing southern winds
Destructive central winds...
Congregate together in my worthy palms to be commanded!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past the faces of Rainer and Archibald, nearly knocking them down. It was as if a hurricane or a tornado decided to stop by for some tea and chatter.
Yet, just as suddenly as the winds appeared, the winds dispersed and spread in all directions. Yet another failure.
Rainer barely had time to back step a slash from Archibald's sword, retreating his way past a rock.
"Seriously! Let's get this over with! Where's that anger from before? You had the exact same eyes as I did when Veronica was slain! Yet now all I see are the eyes of an abandoned pup!" Taunted Archibald, in truth, Rainer wanted nothing more to face him and end the fight in an instant. Yet there would be no point to that if Rainer didn't have a chance to win.
All Rainer could rely on was his instincts for battle which he had honed back on Earth, facing numerous and expendable grunts of various gangs. He had nearly died several times back on Earth, and Rainer reveled in the adrenaline rush from those situations. Even his fight against Linias was one of pure joy for him. It was not a healthy addiction, quite the opposite, yet Rainer couldn't help but want to take part in these situations. And in order to succeed, he needed to learn magic in order to wield the power the consciousness known as Asmodeus that resided in his Grimoire.
Suddenly remembered that he was carrying it, Rainer looked at the book bundled under his left arm. Latent power emanated from the strange book. Asmodeus, who was also the previous and first Lord of Lust, said the he himself could not unlock the full secrets of the Grimoire. That it is a book of infinite secrets that one would never be able to decipher and find them all.
Rainer rolled to the side over the pointy rocks and rubble as Archibald chopped down again. He swung several times at Rainer, only one of which managed to slice some of Rainer's clothes.
Fine, you want to play that way? Screw magic, I'll get serious by myself...
Those words almost made their way out of his mouth, but the Lord of Lust interrupted himself as he kicked downwards, on the ground, at Archibald's heel. Rainer wasn't sure if it was the dormant demonic energy that resided in him, but all his life Rainer noticed that he was faster, stronger, more nimble, and quicker to the draw. His reflexes were second to none to everyone he knew before he met Asmodea. Just for fun and pocket change, Rainer even attended a "fight club" that was frequented by folks of all varying sorts. He stifled a laugh at how cliché that would sound, especially to Lauren, but thanks to that place, Rainer had acquired a peerless fighter's instinct and skills.
Archibald leapt back, only to find Rainer coming straight at him. As if the docile and timid squirrel had turned into an indomitable and intimidating bear. Rainer not hesitating one second jumped straight at Archibald with a battlefield's roar, kicking again diagonally up. Archibald fumbled his dodge and took the kick to the side of his jaw.
Archibald nearly felt himself go unconscious for a moment from the force of the kick nearly unhinged his jaw and rattled his brain. How in the world did such a young man have a kick of such caliber? This Lord of Lust, it was right for Elizabeth to say to not underestimate him in the slightest.
With the ferocity of a swarm of angry hornets, Rainer forced Archibald on the defensive. He punched straight at the enemy incubus' face, which was guarded by the back of Archibald's sword. Rainer whipped his other arm at his opponent, hitting Archibald with his arm. When an opponent just guarded their face from an attack, Rainer liked to attack with his other arm and move it like a whip. He arched his arm backwards and flung it at Archibald, letting the momentum do all the damage.
"Kuh... Where did you learn this?" Archibald grunted as Rainer's whip like arm connected, landed a stinging blow on Archibald, bypassing what armor he had on. The way this Lord of Lust fought with only his arms, it completely overwhelms, thought Archibald.
"You wanted me to fight, and that's what I'm damn doing! No complaining now, ok? Besides, I learned by watching and doing." In the aforementioned fight club that Rainer had frequented, there were many different types of people. Most of which were quite friendly with Rainer, as they liked to consider Rainer their mascot of the club due to his much younger age. He learned several extremely useful techniques from them and learned the rest by analyzing them when they fought. And when Rainer started getting in to fights with other delinquent types, he didn't play the honorable disciple and faithfully remember the techniques... No, Rainer, in layman's terms, took apart every technique he learned down to the smallest bit and only took out the useful bits and mixed them together to form the best mix between efficiency, speed, power, and style. As expected of the new Lord of Lust, this is what Asmodeus exactly expected from him in the past.
