123 - A bad plan.

The Eldritch was furious.

How dare they simply insignificant lifeforms harm its now improved host. It was maddened. Looking from one divine to the other with the sickly dark green glow emitting from the holes in its helmet it decided.

Since these things deigned to ruin its beautiful craft then it would take their bodies and make even better crafts.

But first, it had to feed. The divinity within this god it possessed had been meager. Powering it just enough to reshape the vessel into a perfect numen hunter.

It needed more. Or at least a lick. A lick was always enough.

It pulled the spear out of its chest the blade covered in dark greenish sludge. Flinging the despicable weapon aside he glanced at the attacking divines.

The black-haired one who looked less divine and more of a nightly creature was upon him once more. His long blade sang with friction as its dark and tenebrous steel coated with the thickness of the night veil sung tales on its body that made the Eldritch screech in pain and annoyance.

His claws and roots struck out one to trap and the other to strike. Yet once again he was eluded. It couldn't understand how this being kept popping up and away. But it knew what to do.

The next of them came. This one was long and huge. He remembered it. It had scorched his back right as its brother the seven-headed vermin had tried to cook him. Him. The great @&@##@.

He'd have none of it. Their insolence would be paid. The first could run all it wanted. But not this fat juicy one. No.

His roots shot out yet again aimed at the reptilian duo. He watched as both weaved their way through the various roots and avoided his attempts to grab them. The dragon even dared to spew its flames on its beautiful roots.

It refused to spare them.

The dragon was first to arrive, its middle head ready to spot fire. But the Eldritch was ready.

Not again. Its roots shot up once more and as expected the dragon weaved, the serpent was closer, his claws struck out and the dragon's other heads lashed out to grab at its arms.

Then it struck. Fumes of greenish fire lashed out in an arc from the Eldritch wings seizing the dragon and scorching it. Its roars of pain like joy to its ears.

The serpent was enraged he could tell. It came in faster arriving by its brother's side and spilling some white substance onto him that quenched the green flame.

The Eldritch frowned. If it had even been smiling that is. Its lips stretched in what should have been a grin but became a grotesque enlargement of its maws.

Maws that revealed bony and wooden fangs, yet down its severely enlarging gullet dark yet greenish energy rose before flying out like a beam.

The serpent barely noted what hit it as the deadly energy shook its senses. Yet the Eldritch itself jumped as its maws closed letting it see the enraged face of a female one.

She yelled a language it couldn't understand not that it cared. Food was not meant to be spoken to. Ignoring the initial jump it attacked. Both beings entangling in a furious exchange of sickly green energy and golden green divinity.

The short sword cit a root and the shield bashed its face yet the Eldritch was not losing. The female barely avoiding a bite hovered away before conjuring a piece of an earthen slab that its jaws shattered with a bite. The bite that had been meant for her.

It moved in, its senses telling it to capitalize on the divines' disbalance. Yet a shaft of brimming hot metal poked the spot in front of it.

Another annoyance.

Couldn't these things stay in line? It would surely eat them all. No need to rush him. Facing the winged divine he hissed. He hadn't seen who tossed the long weapon that hurt him. But now he saw the winged divine holding onto the same thing.

And it dared show itself to the great him. Angered he charged forward. His jaws snapped at the divine as she strangely twirled the long thing before it flashed and then it felt pain. Tremendous pain.

Its screech shook the space around him so much yet the being was not interested in letting him breathe. None of them were. The night one was already back. His black weapon sliced mercilessly into its wings.

The Eldritch cursed them. The pain was too much. Yet it was unending. Another pain right where its armored blood was hit it severely as something entered there. The woman with the shield. Her green eyes, annoying to look at glared at it.

The serpent was back its eyes still dazed but angry. So was the dragon. Both made a beeline for him. Stuck he shot a beam of its energy at them. But the beam became nothing but glass that shattered on impact.

How?. Its eyes searched finding yet another of the divines hiding away to the back. Its eyes filled with fear. Yes. Fear. That was the prey it wanted. One who feared him.

The female with her sword in its chest twisted making it screech. Yet it refused to buckle. This was its hunt. And hunt it shall. It would feed on one of them. Strengthen itself and then slay them all.

Yes. It just had to get the girl. The one who feared him out of them all.

So it did it.

Unlike before the energy rose from its chest. The deathly dark green beam amplified until it was reflected in all their eyes.

The divines kept screaming things at each other. But it didn't matter. It knew this was too much for the meager energy it had but it was enough to get them all away and grab the prey.

Around it the divines moved, the night one lurching forward its blade descending for its neck, the two reptiles' maws open with light rising in eight throats. The woman pulled her blade out giving pain but unable to stop its plan.

BOOM.

The light ripped in all directions just as the black blade touched its throat. It scorched and took all with its sending them flying in different directions.

It had done it. Now it had its prey.

The little divine was terrified. It could smell it. It floated its wings flapping harshly and disturbingly in a manner wings should not flap as it approached.

Finally. It was there. It towered over her. Its greenish eyes that spoke of deep cruelty gazing on her. Its mouth that stretched savagely ready to consume her succulent flesh.

Yet as its roots entangled her up and brought her closer to its maws it noted the supposed fear vanish from the eyes of the divine. Instead, she spoke and it understood.

And frighteningly. It felt. Fear. But fear for what?.

Its head spun with speed. But still, it didn't stop the sickle that slashed through its neck. Its eyes only locked on the sadistic smile of the white and black-haired divine that it had forgotten about since the fight started.

It couldn't help but wonder even as its head kept rotating. Was this a bad plan?

Then it saw. It was barely anything. But it saw. A root with a thorn. Pierced into the little divine, with a drop of blue specked golden ichor rolling out of it and absorbed into its body.

As the feeling of boiling euphoria rose within its body a stretch of a greenish thread shot up from its severed neck to reattach its head it returned the sadistic smile in an even more frightening way. After all. The endgame had just begun.