The Divinity's Curse

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'How could she be so careless!'

Abiral jumped from his seat and went to attack the entity not knowing how to. 

Sophia's screams mixed with the sounds of her body being plunged through from the Unwanted [Divinity]'s hand that now was on the other side of her stomach. 

He distanced himself from the two to get a better look at the perpetrator. This was another realm, and those 'things' were definitely one of its unique traits. 

The woman Clyde showed him looked like a woman who was riddled with an illness that made her extremely irritable and a thundering sound for a voice. 

But this one had-

'No physical body, it's like a shadow?'

Black particles floated from the body, dissolving back into its form, leaving stains over Sophia and in her gash. It rotated its hand from her intestines to the bones that safeguarded her lungs and heart. 

Abiral inferred that if he were to take a knife to it, it would have no effect. That it would show a glimpse of itself being separated for a second and then back to how it was. Like a bacterium that multiples if it is separated from its first structure. 

Plus, there were no sharp objects within his grasp, he flew his head around looking around for something else that could do the job, 'Am I supposed to hit her with that hairbrush? Strangle her with the ribbon?'

Sophia screeched as it continued more violently this time. She wriggled under its grasp, the moment its hand pierced through her she should've been dead but the twitches in her veins proved the opposite. Her boots fell to the floor with loud stomps.

Abiral looked at himself in the mirror, his breathing became more ecstatic, and his eyes were glowing the same as the sky at Home.

Although his heartbeat was rattling his senses, and adrenaline started substituting his instinct. His palms mixed in sweat and clarity. The mirror acknowledged his questioning of having accepted his [Divinity].

He showed no signs of being battered by his teacher. 

One thing he knew for sure was that—

'I'm sure as hell not running away from this.'

The smile the Unwanted [Divinity] wore now exchanged to his face. 

A slower movement than a fish out of water, as if this was a normal passing. To have a tear in the abdomen and the sounds of crushing its life forms. It raised Sophia above ground.

'It was now or never.'

Her head dropped and he saw this as his chance to get back, Abiral launched himself at the figure. The same way an overweight cat would attack its owner in horror from being deprived of food. 

It ripped its hand from Sophia and now he was the center of attention. He rolled over to avoid its hands. 

'Does it only know how to fight with bare fists?'

It threw a hand towards his face, but he dropped to his knees and began to cling to its feet. He pushed his figure into its liquid state body trying to inflict some sort of pain. As his hands wrapped around its shin, it took dominance over it and began to solidify like cement. 

He took his other free hand and started to punch repeatedly at its other leg, but like melted cheese, it only held to his knuckles and sloppily fell to the ground or back to itself.

None of his tactics were working, and he remembered how Sophia was still twitching—he rationalized that she could speak to him, "Sophia how do you kill this thing!"

Some of his hair strands that stuck to the Unwanted [Divinity] were snatched from his scalp when it lifted its leg. Rising him from the hand and now the two were face to face. 

It had no human characteristics apart from the humanoid body it apprehended.

Abiral quickly tried to fill in the gaps with a fast-paced presumption, 'Could this have been the body of the person who once worshipped them? How did they become unwanted in the first place?' 

The canine teeth it once had when he first caught sight of it, exposed once more as it opened its mouth to him, "s...s..s...ah..."

His head jerked back, was it attempting to speak to him?

A nose took shape and for a second Abiral swore it had blinked its eyes at him, but could it even be called eyes?

"v...vee...oo.."

He murmured back to the entity, there was a chance he was making it up, "What are you saying?"

Abiral watched as its teeth clacked back shut—Sopia's groans became more coherent, and the ringing in his ears had turned into static frequencies. A fog in his brain replaced the blaring sounds his ears were recovering from. 

Its teeth turned conform back into a slit for a mouth and the leg that raised him from the floor now raised even higher. The unhuman version of an arabesque.

In mental preparation he readied himself for it to place its hand and rummage through his stomach as he lifted further up—it now had access to his gut better than his head. 

Instead, it took one swift movement of its leg. While shifting its body weight in rotation causing Abiral to fly across the room like a rag doll.

Without another notice Abiral slam into the stone wall and face planting back to the floor. He had the wind knocked out of him and short breaths followed after landing from his quick impact with the wall. 

Using his chin, he raised his head to keep an eye on the Unwanted [Divinity], it had turned its head like an owl to watch Sophia's next move. Taking advantage of it being distracted he stretched out his fingers to feel his senses once more.

Abiral quickly needed to recover before it took a more deadly proposition to him. 

Its liquid that stuck to him felt like hard candy as it made him feel as if it was epoxy that kept Abiral to the ground. 

Past his deflated body was Sophia.

From where he was, the only part of her he could make out was how she lay on the floor.

"...teacher?"

He watched as she began to writhe from the floor before turning over onto her back. Once her airway was clear, Sophia began to hack uncontrollably.

She coughed out the foreign part that was once in her body, black fluid sprayed out, covered her mouth, and discolored her once white teeth.

Her arms were pushed out from her sides for her fingers to dig into the hard stone pushing the strength of her bones into the force of an army. 

Causing it to push through the ground and leave a mark that was molded by her hands. 

She pushed herself up to her legs and wiped the remains of the Unwanted [Divinity] that was set for his head this time. 

Behold to Abiral, Sophia's wounds commenced their restoration, her intestines met one another and like a sewing needle, it stitched itself. As did the layers leading up to her skin.

Then it became apparent to him, that the blood on him from his teacher darkened quickly and as if acid sizzled whatever it landed on with time. 

"What-"

Vociferating pitches almost made him deaf. He raised his head to the Unwanted [Divinity], his eyes widening at the sight of it distorting. From the hands to everywhere else.

"How are you doing that, teacher?"

Abiral felt his joints snap back and the aches smooth out into the customary way of how he felt at the start. He pushed his left arm down and raised himself back right. Now he was near the entity watching as it screamed out in pain and stuck its hands to his throat but was unable to latch onto him as it was already melting to nothingness. 

Until it fell forward onto him but went through him like sunshine passing by the window gradually.

What used to make it one now covered him entirely. 

"Eww..." Abiral swatted his hands in an attempt to get it off, 'How did it disappear just like that?'

"Haa, boy, I said let me finish," Sophia's step reached towards him without any exhaustion, "We are one of the same when it comes to this." She moved her hand from where the wound once was and offered him a first account of her body healing the rest. Then it was left to exist as a faint scar that covered both her back and front side. 

All the scars that covered her now started to take account of how they became. 

He took a few steps back, "I thought you got them from war? It's from things like those?"

'Had Ludus taken more than one person under her wing and Sophia had conveniently been one of them?' For some reason, this left a bitter taste on his already metallic-covered tongue. 

His hands stayed to his sides, "Who are you, teacher?"

She stayed where she stood, "Better yet, who do I worship?"