After waiting for many long years, the Incubus King has launched a renewed assault on the continent of Arclent. Marauding orcs backed up by greedy succubi subvert and smash all the armies of the civilized nations, led from the front by the Incubus King himself and his fast, unstoppable dark power, unchallenged and overwhelming all defense wherever he goes-
-Until now.
And then he has a critical realization. "We don't need to win yet! Just buy time for Alicia to work! Buffs and heals! Don't be afraid to use potions!"
"Qum thinks this is very scary and friends might be in trouble if it doesn't get better very soon!"
And then back to dashing and jumping around, kissing people to revive and heal them.
It's becoming weaker, as time goes on, and the mass of recovered spirits/souls gets larger.
And while there's not all that much focus she has to spare, and less so as she has more soulstuff to hold, she does manage to occasionally freeze it in place.
Also, you can dodge. That is an option. This thing is pretty predictable, her algorithms think.
Look, re dodging: Some of us have AGI stats of 1, after the penalty for heavy armor. It just sucks that her MDF is lower than her DEF and this thing is going for magic damage.
...She has to stop casting Lance spells and start casting heals to keep things from spiraling out of control. A tense, tight expression. Get the job done.
She can't heal people and she can't damage this thing, it's immune to sex magic. Ugh, she hates niche fights that she's useless in. She can't even sling buffs. All she can do is blap at it ineffectually with her whip. Ughhhhhh. Die already.
No problem!
...Hey person blapping at it ineffectually with a whip, does this wand work?
Speaking of those, she gives a small smile as she continues thumping lightning bolt after lightning bolt through the air.
Wands: For When Your Best Option Is Swinging A Stick At Someone From Range!
This one goes vwhmm!
She thinks she's starting to see a...
"I think it's about to break up!"
That might mean phase 2, that might mean it's just dead, she hasn't figured that out yet!
Thankfully, this fight was not developed by Blizzard - there's not some second, Worse, phase lurking behind the silver mist torn out of the cracks. It's just dead. Consumed. Well, not really consumed, consumed, but nonetheless, gone.
The next part is going to be the tricky bit.
These pieces of soul remember their bodies. They can be directed appropriately. But actually mending the damage...
That requires one of the two forces that created Creation, and not the one she's most comfortable with. She's no priest. She's not a paladin either. But the Light does respond to conviction, and in this matter, she has plenty. And the theoretical grounding to actually realize it.
"Healers, if there's anything you can contribute to this part, please do, this is going to take a lot out of me to come back from and every little bit could make a difference in just how much. If it gets really bad, if I'm not responding at all, anything that encourages my body to remind me it exists, in a pleasant way, is likely to help. ...Please note that I am a nearly obligate lesbian if it comes to that."
"I don't expect it will be that bad but, best overprepare rather than be caught out."
She stands in the center of her circle, as a bunch of intangible purple lines trace from the centerpoint of the mass of unaligned Spirit to each and every 'Unsuccubus'.
She centers herself. This is abomination. This is positively blasphemy. This she will not bear. The correct state of the universe is one in which these pieces of spirit/soul are brought together with themselves.
"Everyone ready?"
"Cumdump thinks these sparklies are very pretty and sees how to add her sparklies to them to make it easier! Also will hug you!"
...That is certainly a name for someone to have, but right now she doesn't have time for surprise, or offense (on her behalf), or curiosity - she has a spell to cast.
Now. This situation is not, actually, exactly the same thing as a proper resurrection, which is why she believes she can make this work at all. But it is reuniting spirits with bodies, and that matters - not to the universe, but to her. So she calls it thus, and hopes her will will be enough, even as she flies far too close to oneness with the fundamental reality of her Creation for the sake of ill-done-by strangers.
These sparklies are not something she can touch right now but they are really pretty and she can kind of move them around with her sparklies and and and you do it thiiis way to make everyone feel all better and oh gosh this is hard-
"Simon, Simonette, Cute Elf, help! You need to help hold everything still so the wrongness can flip inside out again to rightness..."
The succubus victims, slowly, warp and shift from horrible twisted grey monsters back into - mostly - their natural forms.
They all carry scars. Patches of flesh that remain stubbornly grey and cracked and scarred. Permanent marks, often quite large, that will never really go away.
Lots of them are crying. Others are rushing in to provide extra healing and consolation.
She's very much dazed by the moment of transcendent harmony with the universe that she just experienced, as well as from trying to keep up with, either Qum or Cumdump...?'s introduction of an entirely new force into the dance, but she manages to smile and stumble into the nearest wall for support because she's currently a bit disconnected from limbs.
"I'm so glad that that worked. I'm not actually a priest. But then that wasn't actually a resurrection either, so it all cancels out into being totally fine, right? I think that sounds about right."
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