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>>41297841
>he lacks information

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>>36550709

>>20843451

>>20666228
a lilem

>>20622623
>magic
The correct term is MAMONO MANA

>>20427393

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>>20074983

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>>19201474
>Then whiskey dick follows.
No it doesn't faggot.

>>19172265
Demon Realm silver is basically the Applied Phlebotinum of MGE.

>>19125699
>It'd be the only way to propose to a bunyip without being in the hospital for months.
Aren't you forgetting something?

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Castle Vanderbell had mastered the elements for 200 years, standing as an unimpeachable fortress within the confines of the southern demon realms. Yet now after only 4 hours since the silver swordsman's arrival, it had fallen to ruins. An ash covered maw had been blasted into place where the front doors once were. The master's tower, a stoney blade that scraped against the sky, had been sheared off and crashed through the roof of the rest of the castle below. To the east-most section of Lady Vermillion's bastion was the ballroom where a blade of light pierced the rear wall and stretched further onwards before disappearing into the horizon. Within the obliterated confines of the ballroom stood a single man in dark clothing, and in his hands was his name-sake:

The shimmering, silver claymore "Azazel."

The blade glowed with an intense white light that was only just fading. As the last of the residual magic left the sword, the silver-swordsman plunged it into the floor and attempted to steady himself. A sudden revulsion in his chest pierced through him like a bolt of lightening. Blood spurted from his lips and stained the tile below crimson red. No longer wielding the strength to manifest Azazel, the sword cracked and shattered into shards of light. Garrett fell to his hands and knees and retched as another lung full of blood escaped his lips. The shards of light hung in the air for a brief moment, deciding whether or not to stay, before it traveled up Garrett's sleeve and embedded itself back in the tattoo on his right arm.

His lungs felt like they were on fire, no suffice to say it, they HAD been on fire. The Lillim's last magical blast had been far beyond what Azazel could ever hope to absorb, so it went where it always did. It went straight into Garrett's body. Typically the magic would be used to strengthen him, granting him agility and power far beyond human capabilities. Such was the bravado of those chosen to be heroes. But her magic had been on a completely different level. It was too much, the immense magic had singed his internal organs, and caused a great deal of his bones to splinter. Were it not for the healing crystal he had swallowed beforehand, he would not be conscious.

Garrett recounted the most powerful of the monster's he had defeated on his journey but none could have hoped to hold a candle to the magical power of Lady Franziska Vermillion.

He raised his head, hoping to catch sight of his enemy before she came to finish him off. Yet, to his surprise, the white-haired succubus was embedded in the small section of wall to have survived the blast from Azazel. Her pure-white dressed had been incinerated, exposing one of her bountiful breasts completely and revealing other large spans of bruised and blackened flesh. He felt a smile creep onto his lips, but just as he felt the joy of victory leap out of his chest, as if spurred by his gaze, the lillim gasped to life and fell from her socket in the wall. Franziska shakily steadied herself to her hands and knees before rising to her feet.

She laughed gallantly at the sight of the famed silver-swordsman, the ex-hero and former dinner guest, on his hands and knees before her. She clutched her broken left arm with her right hand. Her white, spade-tail hanging limply behind her, she dragged herself to Garrett. Stumbling ever so slightly, once, twice,

>"So that's it?! That's all you have?"

Stumbling thrice, four times.

>"All those demands of fixing your friends or you'll kill me. Really, you thought you could kill ME?"

She stood at the head of the young man, laughing at the humiliated hero.

>"You're nothing, boy. You're a fool to have come here. I'm going to humiliate you for the rest of your life. From this day forward I'm making you my personal slave."

The lillim let out a triumphant laugh that scored against the ceiling, her bellows reverberating throughout the ballroom and reaching the ears of all who were present.

>"Ha, ha ha..ha.......ha ha....................................................ha........."

Franziska collapsed onto her back as the last of her strength left her. Garrett watched as her breasts rose in time with her breath, slowly getting weaker and weaker before going still completely.

His eyes went wide with fear.

>"Shit!"

He tried to force himself to move, his body screaming in protest. By force of will he dragged himself to the lillim' side and drew a dagger.

>"NO!"

A small girl ran to the both of them, her white hair and dress shimmering in the leaking sunlight. She reached for Garrett's dagger, trying desperately to protect her elder sister, but Garrett tugged away and put a finger to his lips sshing the child.

He brought the dagger to the fallen Franziska's lips and held it close. A small trickle of fog rolled it's way onto the dagger's surface. He then pressed and ear to her chest.

>"...................................................."
>"...................................................."