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.
At last, there was only one left, the leader. This time was different, Elizabeth received a cordial invitation from Shiori, giving away her location and ready to welcome her with open arms. This could have been a trap, but Elizabeth didn’t care as long as she was there. She arrived at the place; a gothic castle lost in the middle of nowhere. She opened the door to the throne room and there she was, a pair of glowing yellow eyes reading a book. “There you are, took you long enough, huh? I guess you have been… busy”. She acted as her regular oddball self, as if she didn’t have the assassin of the rest of her group in front of her, or rather, as if she didn’t care. “Weren’t they your friends?” Elizabeth responded. “They were, but you didn’t come to bond over or similar circumstances, did you?” Shiori pointed. “No.” Elizabeth drew her sword. During the fight, a dance of blades and scissors, of fire and ink, Shiori kept taunting Elizebth over her deceased companions. “Cecilia’s head made a wonderful sound when I crushed it under my boot”, “Gigi’s innards were a nice meal for Yorick”, “Raora’s fur made for a warm, comfy coat”. “Beautiful memories you have with them; it’s a shame how they ended up”. If she wanted to make her angrier it was working. Finally, Elizabeth managed to knock off the giant scissors from Shiori’s hand as she fell backwards. Elizabeth dropped her weapon and got on top of Shiori; with all her rage she punched her face again and again. Shiori never stopped smiling and laughing even as blow after blow turned her face into an unrecognizable blob. Shiori stopped moving, Elizabeth stopped to catch her breath. “I accomplished my purpose, the rest is up to you”, after those cryptic words, Elizbeth enraged and punched Shiori with all her might, her head exploded in a gore of blood and flesh and bones and brains
