The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"I-Imposible..." Dominus' legs trembled, falling to his knees, disbelief painted on his visage.

"For a child like you, everything is."

"Do-Don't come any closer!" He tried to use his remaining demonic reserves and throw more of his destructive magic against this opponent, but he swatted them away like some annoying fly. Dominus was on to collapse from sheer exhaustion.

"[STOP! I COMMAND YOU!]!" Even the use of his voice proved ineffective.

"[Silence...]" His mouth moved, yet no sound came out. Why can't he speak?! What just happened!?

"The [Black Flames of Abyss,] it is said it is demonkind's own. Inherited from the infernals of old..." Standing over Dominus and his barrier, the servant snapped his finger, igniting some black flames at the end of his fingertips.

"Ho-How!?" Finally, he could speak but was too scared to try dominating him again. No... rather, he knows well it is worth nothing!

"Of course, these flames are but a mere copy. An inferior mirror of the real deal. It cannot be compared to someone like my Lady's dark brilliance. But, oh well... we are but mere servants of her will. We are not meant to reach up to her dark glory. Don't you agree?"

Only a mere ember flicked on his shield, and it was all dispersed like it was never there. Heat unbearable washing through his whole body! Scorching and painful, burning his very soul.

"Ugh!" He was even blown away by a few meters, laying on the ground, pathetic and weak, barely able to raise his head. "A-Are you a demon?! Just what are you?! Th-The dark lord?!"

"Dark lord? Pff! Me?" He laughed sourly. "I told you already, I am but a mere servant, boy."

It was like his face twisted, losing all integrity for a moment to form an ear-to-ear grin. Only three holes, without a nose, eyes or any characteristics! A blank face twisted into a terrible grin!

"Pl-Please, spare my servants. It was my idea... IT WAS MY FAULT!" For the first time since the battle started, Dominus felt true despair, even going that far to strike a dogeza pose before this being.

"Killing you? Oh, dear child, for those who harboured the sanctity of my dear, death is too kind. Fortunately for you, I have many questions. Now, [Sleep]."

His eyes widened before an unbearable dream descended on his body. He couldn't fight it, it was impossible.

"The goddess of hope is such a cruel host, don't you think, young master?"

"Dammit..."

Dominus felt his consciousness slowly leaving him, pushing him into the dark.

Will he and his servants survive, left to the mercy of this terrible monster? Or is this the end of their journey? Only the future can tell.

Scene Change: Abandoned Church: Next Night:

"Xenovia, are you sure you are all right?"

"I am fine; please don't worry yourself."

The exorcist tried to hiss her worry away, but seeing her hand still shaking doing so was hard. She just can't make a bad feeling go away.

"What did Cesare-san say about it?"

"He said, it will heal, in time. The after-effect of the rejection damaged the nerves. Not irreversibly, fortunately." She allowed herself to be convinced to let that "traitor" examine her. Ever since she feels like someone who betrayed God and her cause. Accepting help from someone close to being excommunicated was blasphemy in her eyes.