“If you really think I will spare your life because of your background,” Kent sneered, his voice cutting through the silence, “then you’re the most foolish man alive. All the luxury, the power, the endless years of dominance… and now you’re going to die like a third-rate villain, begging for mercy. I almost pity you.” Kent’s laugh echoed through the mountains, dark and final.
Philip’s mouth opened in a soundless scream, his eyes bulging as Kent’s grip tightened.
But just as Philip’s life hung by a thread, something strange began to happen. His skin darkened, and an eerie shadow twisted through his veins, turning his flesh a sickly black. His body contorted, transforming in wicked ways as an ancient spirit stirred from within him.
“Philip?” Kent’s brow furrowed, sensing a sinister shift in the air. Then a realisation dawned on him, cold and chilling. The forbidden goddess spirit began possessing the body of Phillip.
“No… Philip! Stop!” She stood frozen, her face pale, watching helplessly from afar as the transformation took hold.
But Philip was no longer present. The forbidden goddess, a spirit of death and destruction, had taken control, and her wrath surged forth. Black tendrils, like roots of shadow, burst from Philip’s scalp, twisting and thrashing toward Kent with blinding speed.
“Argh!” Kent yelled as the tendrils struck him, piercing his armour and sinking into his flesh like a thousand poisoned needles. For Kent, this is his first time to encounter black magic.
With a painful glare, Kent released Philip, clutching his wounded arm, but the forbidden goddess wasted no time. With a fierce, unholy gleam in his eyes, Philip’s body lifted into the sky, possessed entirely by the malevolent spirit.
Kent glared at the floating figure, his hand already reaching for his dragon-lion bow. Summoning every ounce of his power, he willed himself onto his golden throne, rising to meet the dark magic spells.
He summoned all his treasures in one breath. In an instant, he transformed, his body sheathed in the divine fire armor, his crown glistening, and his hands clutching the dragon-lion bow and the divine quiver full of Astras.
The goddess inside Philip laughed coldly, her voice reverberating like the rumble of a coming storm. “Do you think your divine trinkets can protect you? I am the ender of realms, the mistress of annihilation!”
As she spoke, Philip’s magical staff erupted in black flames, the air thickening with dark energy. The forbidden goddess conjured a massive comet of black energy, its surface boiling with malevolent power, and hurled it toward Kent with deadly precision.
“Let’s see how your toys fare against true destruction!”
Kent steadied himself, focusing his energy. He reached into his quiver and drew the Storm God’s inheritance Astra.
With a roar, he unleashed the Astra. A bolt of pure, crackling lightning erupted from the bow, striking the oncoming comet with explosive force. The impact sent shockwaves through the mountains, a booming echo that shook the very earth. Fire and lightning collided in midair, scattering sparks and energy in every direction.
But the forbidden goddess was relentless. As soon as one attack was blocked, she unleashed a barrage of dark spells, twisting her magic into blades, arrows, and spheres of pure shadow, each one pulsing with deadly intent. Kent dodged, parried, and countered, but the attacks were relentless, each one sharper and more insidious than the last.
Soon, the black magic began affecting the senses of Kent. A dizzying wave of nausea and he stumbled, his mind clouded. The black magic ate his resolve, eroding his will to fight, drawing him deeper into despair. He could feel the tendrils of the forbidden goddess’s power whispering in his mind, planting seeds of doubt and fear.
Just then, a fierce voice erupted from Kent soul. “How dare a forbidden spirit show her presence in the Nine Realms!”
The Lust Goddess, her radiant form emerging from Kent’s soul like a shield of light. She glared at the forbidden goddess, folding her hands into strange, ancient symbols.
A sweet fragrance filled the air, a soothing balm that dulled the sting of the black magic. Kent felt clarity return, his spirit rallying under the protective presence of the Lust Goddess. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
“Kent, we don’t have much time. This is the night of no moon. The power of a forbidden goddess is at its peak. She’s not an opponent to take lightly tonight. Find a way to escape. Now.” She said in an urgent voice.
Kent gritted his teeth, nodding. His eyes sharpened, scanning for any means of retreat, though he knew the danger of leaving Philip alive. But it is impossible to kill Phillip tonight.
The Lust Goddess sighed but continued blocking the torrent of black magic, weaving barriers and diverting attacks. “Let’s escape fast. He’ll need another No-moon day to gather strength. You have time, especially since you’ll be in the Spirit World by then. For now, let’s make our escape.”
Kent hesitated, weighing the options, but the logic was undeniable. He raised his hand, summoning a poisonous mist that spread like wildfire, cloaking the battlefield in a thick, toxic fog. The poison is for stoping the advancement of any forbidden army or his grandfather Drona.
Meanwhile, the goddess inside Philip grew frustrated, her attacks becoming more vicious and wild. She seemed to sense Kent’s plan and screeched in rage. “You think you can escape from me? I am death incarnate! You will not leave this place alive!”
But Kent only smirked, deflecting her fury with a volley of Astras that lit up the sky, keeping her at bay. Just as he prepared to retreat, the skies darkened further, an unnatural eclipse forming above them. Philip, or rather the goddess within him, let out a gleeful laugh.
“The Sun-Moon Eclipse Art!” she roared, her voice a chorus of triumph. “This Quinn family legacy will seal your fate. Prepare to die, Kent!”
Kent watched as the dark eclipse took shape, blotting out the sky in a swirling mix of shadows and light. Philip’s face twisted in a smug smile, taking control over his body just long enough to sneer down at Kent. “There’s no escape for you now. Not from this!”
Kent’s lips curled into a calm smile, and he shook his head.
