>>5808470“How in the-? Who the hell are you, and how did you get here?!” he exclaims, but you pay him no mind. Lunging immediately as that damned clown reaches through the screen, grabbing Chaya by her left arm and pulling her into the screen.
“No you don't!” you exclaim, lunging forward and tearing your sister free from his grip, getting pulled into the screen in her place. The last thing you hear before everything goes weird is Caulifla calling your name, seemingly the only one who recognized you. But then you're pulled through a distortion in space and time, your senses being assaulted from all angles a moment before the sensation ends. Leaving you standing before that nightmare once again, the form you most remember it in: Carnival Forever Requiem.
“What's this? I wasn't trying to pull YOU in.” the clown says, looking you up and down once in confusion. But before he can say anything else you simply snap your left fingers, conjuring your Death Tome. Then, letting it float in the air beside you, unleash a small fraction of your power.
“Death Crystal Magic: Dual Blades.” you say, creating the twin crystal swords. The same style you'd used to cut down a god, radiating with chilling Death magic. The clown smiles at this, then breaks into a laugh.
“Ohohoho, hehehe I see.” he says, spreading his arms wide. “You wish to fight. But I will-”
Before he can finish his sentence you lunge forward, blades flashing as you unleash a couple dozen slashes in a second, sliding to a stop just past the clown's avatar. In an instant you've carved him to bits, the clown letting out a small “Huh?” before falling to pieces behind you. You look over your shoulder, seeing the pieces all wiggling but unable to really move, the clown's still-intact head looking over to you.
“Wh-What is this?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused. “What did you do to me? Why can't I pull myself back together?”
“Death Magic.” you reply, turning fully towards him. “Anything severed by Death magic cannot be reattached, living or not.”
“I see, I see. You clearly have experience fighting me.” the clown says, his head inflating and rising as if filled with air, a new body expanding out from his head until he stands back on a pair of feet again. “You've come for revenge, or perhaps to avenge? Do praytell, on what sorts of fun in your past did I binge?”
“Death Magic: Soul Reap.” you say, not engaging his nonsense as you channel your magic into your right blade, thrusting it straight into the clown's oversized head. The blade pierces through it easily, his entire body rapidly deflating like a balloon as his body goes limp. But then, after a few moments, his head speaks.
“So, was this your big finale? Or just the first of a wider magical gallery?” the clown asks, his damned rhyming getting on your nerves. However, this attack failing proved one important fact: this being has no soul.
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