Strena Animéga Part Fifteen

 The Oni Guard Pt 5

Chashathrophogh’s Oni 

“Cerph’, I want you to get your violin out in the battle against Kitsuné Ryu. So try not to extend yourself.”

“Okay!”

Yet they came to another set of stairs and walked down them. They all looked up at the final one. 

His skin was like a void of darkness that no light could escape with eyes as scarlet as a solar eclipse. His five snow white horns were covered in dried blood. He was surrounded in rusted old crooked tools of ancient torture. He was covered in human skin of all the walls of all walls of life all stitched together with their faces looking at him as tears fell from their eyes. Some were screaming but no sound came out of their mouths. Yet there were three of these that were covering his pelvis like a horrific lion cloth with the weeping heads hanging from the side had their eyes long since plucked out. One was black, one was white and the last was Anuméganese. His tusk-like teeth and fangs were covered in blood. 

He looked at them all in a wicked malice that could only come from someone who willingly left all goodness behind for all evil, carnal passion of his reprobate mind and loved every depraved millisecond of his own evil. He licked his lips like a starving predator that was desperately wanting something to sink his teeth in.

“I see there are more foolish children. I am Waru Nokagé the demon even when human!”

Chashathrophogh looked at him with wide horrified eyes. His face was deathly pale. His smile raised up. Strena looked up at him suddenly, very afraid.

“Who are you, child?” He asked, looking at Chashathrophogh.

“Chashathrophogh Dragoncursefree.”

Waru’s eyes widened.

“Ahhh, my supposed spiritual successor!”

“What?”

“Oh please, I am not your spiritual successor! After all, even though I am a bastard killer, at least I went for those that would have the potential to become like me!”

He let out a chuckle.

“Tell me, did you have your way with any of them?”

“No.” He spoke as he felt a nauseous disgust. 

“Have you had your way with any woman?”

“No.”

He bellowed out a laugh that sounded like a lion’s roar.

“You know, you’re right! You’re not my spiritual successor. Time for me to put that foolishness to rest!”

From his mouth erupted fire. He looked back then Cerpheres let out his hand and the flames dispersed. Chashathrophogh looked at them with shock.

“Don’t worry dearie! I’ll protect my dear beauties. You just enjoy your fight now!”

“Master Cerpheres. Who is Waru?”

“A nasty, nasty bastard child of the early Emperor Yoichi Totsuo who was said to have been the grandson of Susanu.”

She nodded.

“Why does he think that Master Chashathrophogh is his spiritual successor?”

“Because he was the worst child ever born out of wedlock, even by my standards!”

She nodded as he looked at him.

Chashathrophogh used the fire to launch an attack at him. He outstretched his hand and the fire moved out of the way. He launched wave after wave at him and he was able to deflect each and every one of them. Then he saw his foot. He ducked and he had to dive out of the way before he stomped on him. He threw out a wave of ice at the foot but it shattered. He looked at it as he ran to the foot. He jumped and pulled out a bow and willed the arrow to become strong and fired at the tiny toe. It hit.

He looked up as he saw the hand and flung fire at him. Then, as he deflected it, he pulled out a small dagger and pressed it in and it shattered.

Right.

He dived back and pulled out several tiny daggers and willed the metal to become strong then threw them at his ankle in a row. He let out a roar.

Soon he was picked up and was raised to the eye length. Then he was inside the mouth. He then saw the fire at the back of the throat. He threw out a stream of ice and ran on. He looked down at the fire at the base of the throat. He whipped out his staff to make a wall of ice. After he looked up as he landed at the throat until he felt the fire melt the ice. He jumped up and, taking note of what Strena did, willed himself up and back on the tongue. He saw the wall of fire coming at him. He dived back as he blocked the fire with the staff until it cracked. He ran on and looked up. He let out a stream of ice beneath him and a blast of fire there the brain was.

The next thing he was slit out of the mouth. He flew out and the staff smashed to bits then he outstretched his hand and willed himself to shoot to his face. He summoned a cone of ice and willed it to become strong and dug it into his eye. Then he slammed against the eyeball. Knowing that going through the hand was not a good idea, he dug in further to the eye.

Then pain shot from his back. He looked back to see that he had been scratched. He looked back as he pulled himself in further. He dug and dug. Then he felt his fingers at his hips. He pulled the root of the eye as he was pulled out. This yanked both him and the eye out.

He dropped the eye as he looked at the hole and he threw out a blast of blue fire into the eye hole. He kept it up until it lit the whole head. Then, with the other hand, he let a jet stream of ice. He made it as cold as he could. He felt his ribs crack as he kept up the pressure. 

Then he let go. He pushed himself on and willed his fist to become as hard as he could and thrust his fist into the eye, smashed it apart.

He fell and landed. Cerpheres soon healed him.

“Now the final boss!”