A/N: Celebrating a little early but hey I never thought I'd get one like with my talent lol. On with the show!
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A gentle warm softness encompassed his body. He was afraid that this was just something the afterlife used to get you to open your eyes, but he wouldn't do it. He just watched the earth get pulled apart at the seams, right as the hottest demon he could imagine tried to bust his nut.
Ok, so that last part seems a little farfetched, but the only explanation available was the one provided. And he had no reason to believe death felt like 10 million thread count silk. He clutched the body in his arms tightly, if the after life wanted him, he wasn't going to let it take him alone.
Several moments passed, and nothing happened. No phantasmal hand jerked him away, no light shone from above, no voice called out to him. He dared to open his eyes...
Around him was an ornately adorned room. A desk, upon which sat vials of bubbling liquids. The corner was home to a large vanity, assorted female products littered it's surface. A large mirror stood beside the bed, large enough to showcase the entire opposite wall in its reflection. And dozens of demon sculptures and lustful imagery providing an enchanting theme to the room.
"Where am i?" He spoke, severely confused as to how he got there. He peered at the woman in his arms, she lay limp, lifeless in his embrace. Panic filled his eyes, he bolted to his feet and carried her bridal style. Kicking open the door to the room he began running down the hall. He didn't have time to notice the level of detail within the halls as he called out for anyone to help him. Most people would of been cautious in new surroundings like this, but the boy was chivalrous if nothing else.
Bounding around a corner he slammed hard into someone. An immediate cold chill went through his body as he rebounded off them. Apologizing profusely, it took him a moment to relies who he bumped into.
"I'm so sorry, I hope i didn't hurt you, i just was trying to find some...one..." He locked eyes with the striking blues of his company.
Standing before him was the very Yuki-Onna he drew from days past. Her full figure on even more display now that her Yukata had been abruptly knocked open. He could only choke on his tongue as he couldn't find the power to function properly in front of such perfect beauty.
"Oh? A human? Here?" She blinked a moment before continuing. "Are you a friend of Noxica's?" She smiled warmly as she appraised her friend in the man's arms. That smile quickly faded as she placed a hand on her friend's forehead. She couldn't feel a magical pulse within her, Her Mana had been completely drained and she was dying. Struck with fear she locked eyes with the man and looked deeply into them, seeing just what she had feared to, a faint tinge of a black and neon green swirl was present in his iris'. Thrusting a palm into his torso she locked him in a layer of ice and stole her friend from him, dashing away down the halls.
Bursting through a large ornate door, she quickly called for the attention of the woman inside.
Glossy red skin, Angry, stern, and soul piercing grey eyes, Hair the color of clean burning smoke, and the frame of the stereotypical bombshell. All these features combined showed both the deadly skill of this woman, and show off her intense maturity. Dressed in something one would expect a proud dominatrix to wear to an evening event made her cold charm all the more alluring.
With a long drag of her long slender pipe, the sounds of pained screams could be heard, as if hundreds of people were being roasted alive. She let out a long, slow, lazy breath as the smoke wrapped around her like it was alive, floating like a snake poised to constrict her. As she stood up the smoke dispersed and disappeared from view.
With eyes filled with disdain she approached the panicking girl and inquired about her frantic behavior. "What is it child? You should know better than to burst into my room for anything trivial..."
Holding Noxica's body forward to show the woman, she tripped over trying to get the right words out. "A Null mage ma'am! I-I-I don't know how but they are here! He killed Noxica! He's probably come for us next!"
The woman's eyes widened as she quickly looked over Noxica, Confirming the girls worries. "Lock yourself in here, and stabilize Noxica as quick as you can! I'll deal with the mage, where is he?!"
"I froze him in the corridor just outside my room." The Yuki-Onna replied as she set Noxica on the bed and began mixing herbs up into an ointment.
Back in the corridor, The man was just starting to crack the sheet of ice holding him prisoner.
Managing to get his one arm free and most of his torso, he started punching the stuff layering his face to get some much needed oxygen. He had just managed to get free and a few ragged breaths before he was met with a new demon.
"Jesus! Fuck that was cold. Do you people not know about hospitality?" He looked up to meet the eyes of the red skin demon woman, and the intensity of her stare brought a cold shake to his bones. He instinctively knew there was no use talking with this woman, but he had to clear up this misunderstanding, these people must of thought he was some kind of threat.
"Wait, please! You don't understand why I'm here!"
