Theatre of Emotions (7)
A large empty throne room greeted them, the bloodthirsty aura covering the carpeted floor and stuck to their feet, stopping them from moving any further. From a pillar a tall caped man announced himself. 'I am Dracula!' Laughing before finally taking a seat on the throne, his eyes glowed red, ready to move if necessary.
A pair of rubies flew through the air, the nimble vampire choking Mika against a stone pillar. The impact kicked up the red mist, choking Priscilla a little before plunging a nearby stake into the vampire's chest.
'You have to be careful. It seems that the blood moon is amplifying their speed and power!' Priscilla raised her voice at Mika who nodded her head.
In the blink of an eye, a fireball shot forward, blocked by a second vampire before it could Dracula. Priscilla wanted to ask about the spell's name and how it worked, but there was no time for any messing around. Her hands touched the floor, taking the stance of a runner, and for a split second, she disappeared from both of their visions. The dagger strikes just above Dracula's head. A quick jab launched her back several feet/
'Shit. This guy punches hard..'
Mika launched a ray of ice, covering the surrounding area in perma frost, Dracula barely dodging its effect landed into the shadows. Slow claps filled the echoing chamber, a quiet laugh taunted them before pouncing on Priscilla. His claws dug into her shoulder, drawing the bitter crimson syrup he craved so much.
'Priscilla! Duck!'
A barrage of wooden stakes flew through the air, the sharp tips leaving splinters through Priscilla's skin before striking the walls. 'Crap.'
Mika rolled up her sleeve revealing several pieces of paper strapped to her tanned skin. The first came off like butter followed by an explosion of magical aura. Dracula's eyes grew wide, the mist that had been amplifying his power had vanished and the holy light burning at his skin.
Dashing several feet back, he ordered twenty vampires to strike, each being turned to ash by the Mika's holy light. Priscilla who had been on the floor, disappeared, however, Dracula was still concentrating on Mika's spiking aura. The bottom of Priscilla's foot smashed against the back of his head, and blood and tissue flew through the air staining the walls a rotten brown.
On the empty throne was the last glowing red key, its smooth cold surface sent shivers down Priscilla's spine. It was filled with the same bloody mist that had slowed their movements before, in her mind it was a good idea to inspect it, but first she would have to get out of there.
'Alright then, thank you for your help! I will be heading back now.'
A portal opened just behind Priscilla, the magical particles dragging her through forcefully.
'Oh no you don't!' Mika dashed through the portal after Priscilla leaving the throne room empty once more.
In the cinema lounge, a large shadowy figure had been awaiting Priscilla to exit the final poster. The popcorn bar had been thoroughly emptied despite it being restocked mysteriously every thirty minutes.
'Woah! That was crazy-' Her eyes were met with the large entity's.
His giant frame stood to his feet, a punch being cocked in the chamber before Priscilla broke through his newfound battle concentration.
'Give me a second, I promise to fight you but let's even the game a little!' He seemed to ponder her words in his empty dome before sitting back down. She breathes a sigh of relief before inspecting the key.
'Witch Inspect!'
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─⋅⋆⁺ ME (Magical Efficiency) ???
─⋅⋆⁺ DB (Durability) 1/1
─⋅⋆⁺ MA (Magic Amplification) 0/0
─⋅⋆⁺ Modifier One: The exit key of the veil.
─⋅⋆⁺ Modifier Two: Blood Mist - Corrupts the user's psyche, turning them into a ravenous weapon for fifteen minutes. Mist covers the floor, slowing the opponent's movements by 15%.
─⋅⋆⁺ Rarity: Rare
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'Woah this thing is overpowered! I wonder if it's possible to infuse the modifier into the scissors.' A small slash against her wrist allowed the burgundy snippers to form in her hands. This time however it managed to speak.
'You bitch! Why do you have to be so powerless that I can't even speak in this veil? At least you unlocked another 10% of your power.'
Priscilla was eager to check her stats but got interrupted by Sors.
'And before you even dare put such a useless modifier on me I should let you know that it's possible to learn it as a spell-'
'How?!'
'Cut me off again and your head is gone.'
'Sorry.'
'Just tap your wand against the key and then onto your head. It will copy it and paste it into your grimoire too.'
Priscilla did just as instructed, a surge of power crawled through her veins before a red mist began forming on the carpeted floor. She could feel the madness coming on.
A piece of parchment paper appeared in the air.
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─⋅⋆⁺ Allow the auto-immunity skill to remove the negative status effect?
─⋅⋆⁺ Yes/No
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'Seems like a no-brainer.' She pressed the yes and the curse instantly vanished.
'And since you know everything, what do the coins do?'
'You can upgrade your stats with it, duh!' Sors pulled out his sassy voice, the constant questioning starting to get on his nerves despite wanting Priscilla to grow stronger.
'Witch Status!'
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─⋅⋆⁺ MP (Magical Power) 800/1000 (Level Up: 10 Coins)
─⋅⋆⁺ BP (Battle Prowess) 500/600 (Level Up: 10 Coins)
─⋅⋆⁺ GL (Grimoire Limit) 6/10000 (Level Up: 10 Coins)
─⋅⋆⁺ HP (Health Points) 450/500 (Level Up: 10 Coins)
─⋅⋆⁺ MF (Mental Fortitude) 45/50 (Level Up: 10 Coins)
─⋅⋆⁺ SD (Star Divination) N/A
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Current Balance: 50 Coins
Priscilla ran her finger across the stat sheet, levelling up everything once and dropping her coin balance to zero.
On one hand, she readied the scissors which had grown much sharper since the battle in scenario one. On the second hand, she prepared to use the pearly wand from Dracula's castle.
'Let's fucking do this you oversized shadowy marshmallow!'