sevenvices | week 8 - execution & aftermath

[Her spears are made of magic, not metal, so...they're pretty much impossible to melt. Sorry Satan. On the other hand, Undyne's pretty much given up on dodging at this point, taking all the hits Satan's sending her way so she can concentrate entirely on sending her spears out as fast as she can.

If she dies here, so be it. But she's not going down alone.]

[ WELL THEN. SHE....HOPES IT SLOWS THEM DOWN SOME.

A few spears graze by her head, cutting off some locks of hair and grazing her cheek, but she pays it no mind. Evidently "don't dodge and just fire everything you've got" is the tactic both parties are using, because she keeps throwing lava balls, over and over and over.

But for a second, she stops. There's no more lava, just a few rock shields to block the incoming spears.

And the ground between them rips open, spawning an absolutely massive tidal wave of lava. Anyone even remotely near the two of them might want to evacuate, stat. ]

[WELL THEN.

Undyne doesn't even have time to take in a sharp breath, let alone even begin to run, before the tidal wave of lava engulfs here. There's a white hot searing pain, then a flash of cold as her nerve endings are burned off, and then even that disappears.

The spears vanish. The circle under Satan's feet fades. When the lava finally recedes, it reveals Undyne's crumpled body on the ground, her flesh literally starting to melt off the bones. She is very clearly on the brink of death, if not dead already.]

Hah....ahahahahahaha!

[ Satan stumbles over, her triumphant laughter overlapping with painful coughing. She lifts the hair out of her eyes, straining to see Undyne (or what's left of her). ]

That's not the end of you, yet, right? There's still some fight...right, Undying?

[If she hears Satan's words - if she's even capable of hearing anything at this point - she doesn't show any reaction. Her breath comes in pained gasps, rattling in her chest, but she still manages to squeeze out a few words.]

Sans...Papyrus...Clover...I'm sorry.

[She's exhausted, she's in more pain than she's ever been in her entire life - more pain than she ever thought a single body would be capable of bearing - and she's failed. Even with all her powers back, she failed to take down her enemy just like she failed to keep Clover safe. At this point, death sounds like a pretty fair deal.]

...no.

[But if she died now...nothing would change. The game would just keep on going. This woman and all of her cruel and evil companions would just keep killing people, keep hurting them, keep letting them suffer for their own twisted purposes.]

Not...yet. I can't die yet. I won't!

[Muscles she didn't even know still existed, let alone worked, somehow manage to push her up onto her knees. She grasps blindly for her spear - her last spear, the one she'd kept in her hands all this time - using it to push herself back up to her feet even as her melted and warped flesh drips slowly onto the ground.]

I won't let you hurt any more innocent people! Before I die, I'm going to strike you down!

[Light flashes and Undyne's entire body seems to shimmer. When it settles, Undyne appears once more, somehow now in full armor. Her remaining eye has gone fully black, with only a pinprick of light as its pupil. With her eyepatch burned off in the lava, her socket has now been revealed for the first time, a spear of light emitting from it. Somehow, it looks like all of her wounds have been completely healed.

Undyne the Undying has joined the battle.]

[ Likewise, the Wrath seal reappears underneath Satan, although all of her attention is focused on Undyne. Satan's wounds start to flicker into white vapor and disappear, healing her.

Slowly, she rises back to her feet, holding her arms out as if to embrace someone. ]

If you can catch me.

[ Her wounds healed, the barrier flickers back down. ]

[No boasting this time, no exchanges of threats and shounen lines. All of Undyne's DETERMINATION is focused on one thing - killing the woman standing in front of her.

The entire area fills with spears, far more than she's ever summoned at once before. They fly at Satan much, much faster than before - if she teleports, they'll even track her down without Undyne making a move.]

[ She teleports not once, but twice, three times, hoping the multiple instances will shake the spears off. One catches on her skirt, tearing it a bit but otherwise avoiding striking her.

Satan holds up her hands, hurling a large, lava-covered rock in Undyne's direction. Two at once?? ]

[Undyne takes both rocks without moving an inch or flinching. Unlike her super shitty suit of armor, it looks like this one's actually doing some good - or she's just so determined that she doesn't even notice the hits.

She watches the spears chase Satan for a few moments. One...two...three...there. As soon as Satan reappears for the third time, she strikes out with her green magic again, trying to keep her still.]

Hmm. Now's not the time for my arsenal to be lacking...what a shame.

[ But teleporting, rocks, and lava are all she has at the moment, so she makes do. This time around, she's watching more closely for the green magic and manages to narrowly sidestep it.

Satan hops on the spikes still sticking up from the ground, almost gracefully. Despite their sharpness, they do nothing to her feet except provide an excellent jumping point. With every step she takes closer to Undyne, she fires off more rocky lava patches, hoping a barrage might turn things in her favor. ]

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You're going to have to try harder than THAT.

[There's an odd, almost hollow echo to her voice. She shrugs off the barrage - if getting constantly hit is affecting her at all, she doesn't show it. Undyne's alternating between attacks now - as Satan teleports around, circles of spears surround at her and trail after her wherever she goes, flying nearly fast enough to leave afterimages behind. If she seems like she's about to stay in one place for even more than a second, Undyne will strike out with her green magic.]

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[ Things long-range fighters really shouldn't do: get closer to their target. Even if they're an enthusiastic bloodhound. Trying to step out of the green magic's path, Satan missteps and accidentally takes a spear to the gut. She howls in pain, collapsing in the space between the spears.

So, she's definitely staying in one place, for now.

However, a few feet away, the pride symbol flashes on the ground... ]

[Undyne doesn't even notice the pride symbol, all of her attention focused on her enemy finally on the ground. The ground underneath Wrath's body starts glowing a familiar blue, while above her spears position themselves to rain down all over her.

In a few moments, she's about to become a satanic shish-kabob.]

[ Or she would, if Pridemom didn't step in in time. She jumps in front of Satan, brandishing a silver rapier and batting away the spears with it. ]

Honestly, you're the worst hypocrite. Chiding her...but going after one of mine, yourself?

[ She looks a bit frustrated, a strained smile on her face. ]

I'd hoped there wouldn't be any more irregularities, but so be it.

[ Satan chokes out a laugh, scrambling to get to her feet. It's understandably hard, though, what with a Tite Kubo-sized hole in her stomach. ]

I wasn't planning on killing her. But she egged me on. I can only withstand a little trash-talking, you know.

[Oh, you have got to be kidding, she was two seconds away from winning. Undyne slams the butt of her spear against the ground furiously.]

Two against one? [The odd reverb is still in her voice.] You don't even have enough Pride to not interfere? They should call you both Cowardice!

But fine! Bring it on! [And the sky fills with spears again, this time flying at them both.]

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On the contrary, this is the course of action I would have preferred to not take. But I can't have her dying, now.

[ She holds her rapier out in front of her, preparing to bat the spears away again. ]

On that note, Satan, don't you ever make me interfere in a fight again!

I said I was fighting with a handicap, didn't I?

[ A weak gurgle. The rock surrounding the two of them starts shaking, flying up as shields. ]

Be...

[ Without warning, Pridemom teleports behind Undyne, savagely swinging the rapier at her. ]

That!

[ Swing ]

As!

[ swing ]

It may!

[ Another swing, another, she aims for Undyne's neck and back, but avoids slashing too deep. If she's successful, it should severely incapacitate her, but not kill her quite yet. ]

This is a shameful action for one of Pride to be taking! Stop getting in fights!

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[Undyne whirls around when she realizes Pridemom's teleported behind her, but isn't quite fast enough to block all her attacks. She tries to tank the hits as usual, but Satan's hits have depleted her health bar enough that she wavers and nearly falls to her knees under the onslaught, only being able to remain standing thanks to her spear.]

You don't know anything about pride! Anyone with even a smidgen of pride wouldn't just stand back and let you people use us a pawn while you commit atrocity after atrocity!

Protecting the people we love! Fighting back! Never giving up and accepting the fate we've been dealt! That's what true pride is about! Someone like you could never understand!

Darling...you're speaking from a very mortal perspective. Have you wallowed in pride for seven millennia?

[ She swings down the blade again, again, again. Enough to reduce Undyne to a near-death state. It doesn't seem like her speech has made any effect on Pridemom, though.

She flips a lock of hair over her shoulder. ]

I am Lucifer of Pride...and for that reason, I won't be your executioner.

[ Another rapier materializes in the air, flying towards Satan. ]

[ Satan shakily catches it, teleporting directly in front of Undyne. ]

You didn't need to do my dirty work for me. Honestly...

[ The blade presses against Undyne's neck, a bit sloppily--swordfighting obviously isn't Satan's expertise, but she's making do. ]

Any last words, noble warrior?

[Undyne clenches her fingers, desperately trying to call one last spear to her hand - but Lucifer's done her work well and she has no more magic to use. Finally, she just closes her eyes and smiles.]

Just one thing. I did make you afraid for a moment there, didn't I?

[If there's any blessing she can take from this situation, it's that her executioner is wounded and clearly not an expert swordsman. As fast as a striking snake, her right hand shoots out and grabs the blade, pulling it down from her neck and plunging it deep into her chest...and Satan's body closer to her along with it. Her left hand instantly comes up and wraps around Satan's neck, choking her with all the strength she has left.]

And if you can feel fear...then you can be killed.

[Her breath comes in rasping gasps before it finally shudders to a halt and her hand slowly slides down from Satan's neck. Undyne collapses to the ground, this time finally dead.]

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[ Satan lets out a scream of both surprise and frustration when Undyne grabs her--she sincerely hadn't expected that. And the motion of stabbing herself rather than waiting for Satan to stab her really gets her.

She struggles for a few seconds from having been taken so off guard, but once Undyne collapses, she screams again, louder and with more rage behind it. Just to twist the knife even further, she kicks the poor woman's corpse a few times before it inevitably turns into a pile of dust. ]

[ Lucifer, on the other hand, has an expression of nothing but cold fury. ]

Don't. Try. Anything.

[ Both rapiers disappear into the night air, and she folds her arms. ]

We're leaving. Now.

[ Before Satan can react, the pride symbol on the ground envelopes them both.

Satan and Lucifer disappear in a flash of light, leaving behind a ruined town and a fallen guard. ]

week 8 - execution & aftermath

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