Advent left, leaving Elizabeth alone on a field of corpses. Seeing the death around her made her mind shatter, anguished howls came from her throat as tears dropped from her eyes as a waterfall. After an eternity of mourning and self-loathing only one thought remained on her mind: Revenge. The flame on her chest turned a bloodish red and she picked up Thorn. The mission didn’t matter anymore, now her sole objective was to make Advent pay for what they did to her friends.
Bijou was careless, she was too confident due to their previous victory, but she would soon learn that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer. Her crystal Yamato wasn’t a match for Thorn and broke under Elizabeth powerful strikes, then, with a swift motion, the world spun as she fell to the floor. Her legs were shattered by the giant sword. Bijou’s eyes widened in panic as fear of death consumed her. She crawled away from Elizabeth, “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die” she shouted while tears streamed down her cheeks. Elizabeth faltered, maybe she didn’t need to do this, maybe she should spare her… but they didn’t have the same consideration with her friends. Decided, Elizbeth walked towards Bijou, she grabbed her by the hair and started slamming her head against the ground repeatedly with brutal force. Bijou’s face cracked more and more with each impact; she begged desperately for Elizabeth to stop. Whit a final shove, half of Bijou’s head exploded, a cloud of crystal shards floating around them as she stopped struggling.
FuwaMoco, trusting their sisterly bond, thought that they could beat Elizabeth together. However, their synchronized assault proved to be not enough. Elizabeth deflected all their claw attacks as they grew tired from the exertion. Then, a clean cut, Mococo’s dexterous arm was severed from her as she fell wounded. Preoccupied by her dear sister, Fuwawa turned around and yelled her name, a fatal mistake on the battlefield. Before she could even run towards her twin, a giant blade pierced through her chest, with a yank, the sword exited from her left shoulder, leaving her body almost bisected. Mococo went in shock, she dragged toward the corpse of her sister. She shook the body as if trying to wake her up while she talked to “her”. “Fuwa-nee? Fuwa-nee, you have to get up. Please get up, Fuwa-nee. FUWA-NEE!”. Elizabeth averted the gaze from the pitiful display, at this point finishing Mococo was an act of compassion. A fast, painless cut to the neck did the job.
Nerissa acted as if she was playing with her pray, she talked about how she will turn Elizabeth into a devilish servant and how she planed to “use” her when she was done with her. Nerissa did ranged attacks while flying out of Elizabeth’s reach, a smug expression never leaving her face. Suddenly, Elizabeth launched fiery projections from her sword, slashing through her wings. Nerissa plummeted to the ground, when she raised her gaze she met Elizabeth rage-filled expression face to face. She kneeled in front of her, begged for forgiveness, she declared her love and offered to serve her in any way she saw fit. Every word just made Elizabeth more disgusted, she had heard enough. She plunged her bare hand into her neck, tearing the flesh with her nails until she grabbed her vocal cords and pulled them out of the slit in her neck. She watched as the horrified demon drowned in her own blood.
