Chapter 253: Nephilim, Part 4

The Scorpion lunged forward, his claws ready to snatch at the King without a second's notice. Gabriel braced himself as he'd funnel his energy, pouring out more and more, his mind wandering to go further than what he could, his body struggling to stand after such pain. As the claws came to grab, The King unleashed such energy onto his arms, a miniature explosion to blast them away, hoping to damage such pincers if they were close enough.

Sure enough, the explosion would veer away the Scorpion, but it wouldn't be enough to make a mere budge. It lunged forward once more, having one of its rows of teeth scratch and bite into the King, forcing him to jump back, allowing the Scorpion to keep going with its assault: Stingers jabbing into his chest and neck, claws that tried to nip and hack at his arms and stomach, constantly trying to bite, pierce, and cut him into mere pieces. The King defiantly kept standing, fending off the new form and even grabbing at its arms to lock it into place, attempting to rip it clean off from the stump. The Scorpion, however, retorted by getting on all fours and grasping at his arm, charging across the barren land and busting a hole back into the stone confines that was once a Hotel, ramming the King at wall after wall in an attempt to prevent him from holding his arm any further. No other sounds were made, but screams and cries of anger, of power, of vigilance, even. Once enough was applied and launched the King away, forcing him to barrel through the halls, as soon as he would get up, even, he would feel it. A striking, stinging sensation that coursed across his veins. He'd struggle to get up, trying to understand how he was impaired in such a way, before seeing his wounds leak a yellow, pulp-like substance. A Toxin. A Venom. "You're seeing the plan, aren't you, Prince?" The Scorpion asked, mocking the royal man's title. 

The King merely continued to try and stand, losing himself somewhat to the venom further, his energy being infected in the same way, watching it turn from a brilliant show of colors into a pus-like yellow. "It's infecting my energy as well....?" The King grunted, slanting himself against the wall.

"Of course. We need to put a cap at that endless well, after all. A Chamber to contain that raw power. We wouldn't want to have it run amok and break everything in half, now would we?" The Scorpion taunted, approaching the King and preparing to barrage him in a flurry of stings, hoping to spread the venom more. "One graze with my venom is enough to corrode and corrupt such energy flowing through your body. A priceless benefit worth every penny. Consider it like a lynchpin towards magic users. Toxins, Venoms, Poisons, all serve the same purpose after all. I just happen to be lucky in getting one that can also tank your strikes if you managed to push past it all. Scorpion Magic. What a lovely day to become such a creature."

SHIKK! SHIKK!! SHIKK!!!

The amount of pain that Gabriel suffered was impossible to describe, being jabbed by the stinger in so many ways, slowly eroding his spirit through the venom. Once his body was nothing short but a yellowish hue, the Scorpion ceased. He marveled at the mess and would keep his eye on the energy, watching it dwindle lower and lower. "There we are. All is just in this crooked world. I can now at least forgive myself for the blunder I have caused...Have a good stay, Mr. Makarin..." The Scorpion would state, walking across the hall, his legs clacking like keys on a typewriter, content with the result that he has made. He'd look out towards the windows, seeing the sun still shining, the sky still blue, pondering how much time went as they entered. Previously it was barely visible, just its cheery face peeking over the horizon, yet now, it's fully seen, a wide grin on its face. The Scorpion wondered as to how much time passed, and yet, how much time was spent in ensuring such foundation remained intact, if it even lived long enough to stand on its own. Just as when he shifted his focus and attention..

KA-BOOM!!!

An explosion. A Sudden surge of energy blasted upwards, ripping a hole once more. The Scorpion's eye widened as he realized he somehow not only withstood the flurry, but overpowered the venom that ruined him in body and spirit. "HOW!? LITERALLY, HOW!? THAT WAS SUPPOSE TO INCAPACITATE YOU!! THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY LOGICAL SENSE!! THE BRATS I UNDERSTAND, THEY MASTERED SOME TRICKS AND LEFT OUT INFORMATION FOR THEIR CONTRACTS, BUT YOURS IS AS CLEAR AS DAY! YOU SHOULDN'T BE LIVING, MUCH LESS BREATHE ANYMORE! HOW DO YOU STILL BREATHE!?!" He would scream, watching as the King tried to lunge forward, not wanting to waste his voice anymore than it should. The Scorpion would prepare to dodge and make a counterattack by getting on all fours once more, scaling up the walls and weaving its body in such a way that he can strike in a pincer formation, his claw aiming to hack at his chest, and by extension, his heart, and his stinger in a perfect position to hit at his neck, ready to inject it into his brain stem if need be. There was no way to dodge such an attack, and even if he chose to block one, Gabriel would be forced to face the other as a direct blow.

Thus, he'd turn to the third option. As he'd ran forward and see the creature skitter around, he'd plant his foot on one end and swung his other leg in a roundhouse kick, pumping as much energy as he can towards the appendage, aiming for the Boss' eye. The Beast would raise its claws as a way to block the attack, but it proved little use.

KRACC!!!

A Direct hit, followed up by Gabriel lunging himself forward, directing his energy once more onto his arm, aiming for a punch. Even when blinded, the Boss recognized his death was near. As a last resort, he'd try to bite into the Man, hoping to take the King with him to the infernal realm. "THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO HOLD DREAMS! TO BEAR ONE'S WISHES!! THE POWER TO BRING THAT DESIRE TO REALITY!! THAT IS WHAT THIS IS! NOT BY ME, BUT BY EVERYONE!!!"

"IMAGINARY MAGIC!! UTOPIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

His punch would be met in a solid beam of white light, the pus-like venom purged out of his system through sheer will alone, screams of the damned being heard as the Scorpion was split in half by the light, being disintegrated into nothingness, watching it disappear, another hole made within the Witch Hour. The King simply stood firm at the ashy remains, a deep breath being let out as he'd break a window to let in the fresh air.

They're avenged. At long last...