Chapter 252: Nephilim, Part 3

A gaping wound towards the Witch Hour. Gabriel would land himself onto the destroyed ground, watching one of the holes begin to appear from the floor, letting the Boss get up and prepare himself again. "You dodged it. You should've stayed put and took the attack in full..." the King demanded his energy spiking up once more. The Boss was slowly getting winded, having to keep up with his relentless onslaught, his body beginning to wear down as it happened. He'd be deep in thought in what to do against the situation, forced to face off against an impenetrable wall, trying to see what he can do to dismantle it. He'd use his contract to create more Staff Members and scatter such holes around the vicinity, doubling up such holes in order to make sure it isn't a straight dash towards the Boss.

A Guaranteed defense, so long as the man held some amount of sanity.

KRACC!!

Alas, The one thing the Boss would never anticipate, is how much a man is willing to go to honor what he loved most. The King would position himself as if he was going to do a sprint, lunging himself through the halls and shifting his body so that he can land a dropkick right at his rotund stomach, causing immense damage throughout his body. Blood was spat out from his mouth, yet the Boss can see such viscous fluids being burned away by the energy. Gabriel continued his assault, pulling his legs back so he can land another dropkick with the same momentum and potency, before doing it again, and again, and again, holding onto the Boss' arms to keep him from losing such consistency. He would be forced to tank through such pain, attempting to reverse the situation by grabbing at Gabriel's arms and hoping to rip it clean off from its sockets, yet Gabriel kept pushing further with his attacks, not caring what happened to his body, his only mind wandering towards wanting the beast responsible to pay his toll.

The King continued his onslaught, his energy spiking and coating his legs in such a luminescent glow, acting as a battering ram and shifting positions once more to strike at his chin, attempting to break his neck and blast him straight into the sky. Before the attack connected, however, the Boss would create a Staff Member to soften the blow, still flinging him upwards, but at least preserving his life. He'd make that staff member make a hole from above to warp away, appearing right behind Gabriel and striking him down with a shoulder bash across the King's Back. Just as he did this, he would once again be flushed by such boundless energy, watching it erupt and blaze through the Boss, yet he kept his attack firm, slowly understanding how he was able to accomplish so much. He can see the essence of such energy materializing into something beyond his comprehension, warping around his body like a set of armor, slowly adapting to whatever is coming next, allowing Gabriel to persevere even further. "....So that's what your magic is...I never thought I would see something like this again." He'd mumble, using a Contract to make a staff member, having them make a hole and warp the King far away, as well as pulling such holes to surround the demon's body, shielding himself as he tries to understand what to do next. "A Style of magic ancient enough to rival even the most primitive of beings. A style of magic that doesn't try to be flashy in offense, defense, or utility. A Style of magic only weaved by the imaginative...A style that is raw energy itself. I never thought I'd see this again..."

"Imaginary Magic."

He could see off of the cracks from his prison the man was preparing, his fist balled and his body hunched, his stare aiming for the very cracks the Boss was seeing through. The Boss let out a deep breath as he'd seal them, tapping himself and creating his own contract. "...Had I known those brats would've survived their judgement, I wouldn't have burned their contracts. I'm such a fool. It would've made my job so much easier... But that's just the consequences of not having hindsight. I at least still have one more person to deliver judgement. Demon...If you're watching this, hearing this, or both... Let it be known this. You put me here for a reason." He'd finish his speech as he'd create a contract from his own body, watching the words be inscribed out of it. His personal limitation, as well as his permanent gift: In exchange for his magic, as well as his very soul, He would be given a solution to at least defeat his new enemy, a new style of magic that he hopes would be enough to prevent an untimely death. It was a risk, but a risk is what he's willing to take, especially in the face of death itself.

Gabriel would charge straight through, his arm leaking such energy, preparing to throw a punch with this absurd amount, aiming for the sealed part of the defense, assuming it is the weakest part due to being recently constructed. No words were uttered, yet he knew that this was a move only to be saved when he's at his limit. His Final Gambit.

He simply wishes to use it so that he can see how it functions.

KRACC!!!

The Barrier broke in half upon striking the small part, watching it crack like glass, before witnessing the Boss attain a new form. No longer did it held a round shape, rather the demon achieved a different state, a slender build accompanied by a scorpion's claws and tail, a bottomless jaw that stretches from head to stomach, with large rows of teeth being made, and a single eye that glowed a golden color. There were also spider-like legs that erupted from its back, being retractable and letting his speed go absurdly further than his usual state once he was on all fours, darting away from the King and pulling them back once he attained a good enough distance, standing up and staring down at the new menace. "Hmm.....This is not a form I wanted to take. Looks ugly, isn't it?" The beast bellowed, much to the frustration of the king.

"Repulsive." He replied.

"As expected. It's a sad state. Yet, the Contract has been set in stone. Can't take back what I signed up for, after all. At the very least, it's a form that will let me survive against your newfound magic. I would say that you have breached it, but knowing you, you don't care about such schematics, correct?" The King simply gave a Nod to the Boss' question, having him speak once more. "I thought so. Let's end this then...Whether I die or not, I will make sure you suffer a hell unimaginable..."