Fictober, Prompt 21 – “Change is annoyingly difficult.”
Warnings: magical battle, slight creepy imagery.
It was large, amorphous, and colored with a sickening swirl of unpleasant greens and reds and oranges. It looked like something that should have oozed over the ground, but instead it was fast, and the discordance jarred my head worse than the colors.
The creature came straight for me, scarcely seeming to notice the kami.
She intercepted it before it could reach my shields, cutting off a reaching, gooey arm with a sword made out of light.
The thing screeched in pain and drew back, only now seeming to focus itself (did it even have eyes?) on the deity standing before it. Still, it did not move to strike her, but squirmed sideways, working towards me again.
I sent out a blast of my own power, dark and heavy, aiming for another multicolored arm.
The magical punch struck home, and did some damage, but this time the creature shrieked in rage rather than pain.
I was the target of its malice, clearly. Because I was human? What did that mean?
The kami went on the offensive now, darting forward with her shining blade, her sword strokes fluid and practiced as she hacked off piece after piece of the strange, magical flesh. Some of the pieces quickly reattached themselves, while others wisped away into nothing.
Now it did strike back against her, but either it was unable to touch a deity, or her own magical protections were strong enough to fend it off, for she sustained no apparent wounds. Slowly, she drove it back.
I followed as close as I dared, sending my own magic in whenever I could get a clear shot. I doubted that my strength would do much to touch a kami, but I did not wish to hit her, even by accident.
As we pressed closer to the river, the thing seemed to temporarily regain some strength, surging up larger again, as if drawing form and power from the area where it had originated. I could almost tell what the kami meant about its power having a weird taste; it wasn’t quite that, not for me, but the smell of the air was strange here, a swampy miasma where there should have been only forest and rock and river.
Still the kami pressed it, relentless.Continue reading