Ping!
The second crimson band snapped, leaving only three remaining on Mephisto, "when I get out of these, I'll feed you to my dogs boy!"
"Ah guys, we have the devil himself right before us! Maybe we should hurry this along!" I cried out.
"This will take time," Strange replied, summoning a magical circle to analyse the flames, "a pure soul is a great accelerant for certain fields of magic! If someone as evil as Mephisto uses one, his own powers would be amplified immensely!"
Snap!
Two left.
"Argh! I hate this!" I summoned forth several whips of Vastha and covered Mephisto with them, over and over.
The devil raised an eyebrow, "you can't be serious."
I growled, "bite me!"
He snarled, "happily!" he rose to his feet and flexed his arms again.
SNAP!
He freed his right arm, the last band binding his left arm to his torso. "Come here boy! I'm not done with you! You will suffer for marking me!"
I looked at the mark, and suddenly, I felt hope. He wasn't a true immortal, he wasn't God. He could die. That mark, that was proof that he could be hurt, that he bleed.
His arm grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. "Peter! No!" Strange cried out.
"Keep on the flames Strange! I'll help your apprentice!" Mordo cried out as he summoned a green magical circle and launched at Mephisto, who barely even acknowledged the hits.
"Any last words?" Mephisto narrowed his eyes as he squeezed. Mordo grew panicked as he began to go into a long complex chant, reading a powerful magical spell.
"Yeah," I coughed, "tell me, do you bleed?"
Skit!
I jabbed both set of claws across his forearm, the spider scar he had glowed gold for a second, allowing my claws to sink in and through. It truly was a weakness in his armour. And I took full advantage of it.
SLICE!
I landed on the ground, the arm falling to my side, blood pouring out of the stump.
"ARGH!" Mephisto cried out in pain, holding the stump of his hand.
"I, Baron Mordo do call upon the power of the Tribunal! Banish his form away from my presence!" Mordor's spell grew to a climax. A green and gold blast of energy in the form of an arrow hit Mephisto in the back, vaporizing him in a bright flash of light.
I panted as I looked down, my claws covered in the devil's blood, I looked at Mordo, he looked even older now, if that was possible. He was panting, his hands on his knees, exhausted.
"Is he dead?" I asked.
"No, just transported somewhere else...how did you manage to hurt him?" Mordo asked looking at the stump before me. It was huge, at least three feet long, blood pouring out in the liters.
"I-I don't really know," I knew the spider scar aided me, but I don't know how, "I do have pretty sharp claws."
"Maybe," Mordo narrowed his eyes at my claws, "but I believe there are other forces at hand….ones that chose to remain hidden...for some reason."
"Mordo! Come quick!" Strange called.
"Right," Mordo nodded to me, "good job apprentice. Pick up that stump, it is your spoils of war, temperament!" he casted a status charm on the stop, preventing it from bleeding anymore.
I nodded as I got on my feet and opened my infinite storage pouch, putting the arm into that before zipping it up and rushing to Strange's side.
"It can't be drawn unless by someone of strength and virtue," Strange informed us as he dropped his magical scanners, "the flames are from the Brazier of Truth, constantly breaking up the soul, making it tender for consumption. Only the hands of someone good and pure may be allowed to pass through it to remove the soul from within."
"So? What are you waiting for Strange? Grab it and let us leave!" Mordo cried out.
"No," Strange stepped away, "I am not pure, or virtuous, I cannot-"
"-Oh for God's sake we don't have time for this! I just cut off the devil's arms and I'm pretty sure he's going to come back for revenge, so let's just skip this part yeah?!" I reached out, my hands reaching into the fire.
"Peter no-"
My fingers curled around the form of the soul and I pulled.
BOOM!
I was sent flying back, mid flight I gained my sense of balance and spun, landing on my feet like an acrobat and in my right hand was a small ball of warm energy. I looked down at it and for a moment I saw the face of a small child looking back at me.
"Amazing," Strange replied as he and Mordo got onto their feet, that explosion had sent me back flying, but even Strange and Mordo got some of the heat, being pushed onto their backs.
"Not a bad kid you have there Strange," Mordo spoke eyeing the soul, "the girl's soul still feels whole...for the most part."
"We'll discuss this later," Strange threw open his arms and spun them, immediately creating a portal made out of golden sparks and on the other side I could see the living room of the Sanctum Sanctorum, "come! Quickly!"
"BOY!" I heard Mephisto's roar off in the background.
"Move!" I cried out as Mordo ran through and followed my Strange. I leaped through as well, and just as I turned around I saw the doors to the throne room explode open as an army of imps came rushing in with Mephisto at the lead, his gaze looking bloodthirsty.
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