#phighting x reader

[bun-che]

Phighting Masterlist

( ☁️ = nonsmut , 🦴 = noncon)

Headcanons

Skateboard NSFW Alphabet

Banhammer NSFW Alphabet

Coil NSFW Alphabet

Slingshot NSFW Alphabet

Subspace NSFW Alphabet

Medkit NSFW Alphabet

Skateboard Yandere Alphabet

Vinestaff NSFW Alphabet

Sword NSFW Alphabet

Boombox NSFW Alphabet

One-Shots

Stoner! Skateboard x Reader

Slingshot x Reader

[purpleamethystsblog]

😈Demon and Demon⁉️

PHIGHTING! x Demon!Y/n (Crossover fanfic : [Roblox] PHIGHTING! x Demon Slayer)

Warning : OOC!Character / Violence / Blood / Gore / Demon!Y/N / Female!Y/N (Sorry, but I comfortable with this) / Major character dead and reincarnated later / Gun / Drug Dealer / Swearing 🤬

Pairing : Various Yandere!Phighting character x Demon!Y/N

Note:

Okay… I know, I know. Yandere!Medkit x Human!Reader isn’t completely finished yet, but it's really, really close! I just have a little more content to adjust and add, and I’m currently studying the PHIGHTING! Wiki to make sure the characters’ personalities are as accurate as possible. The same goes for Houseki no Kuni x PHIGHTING!

I also want to apologize for making the main character female. The simple reason I chose a female reader is because it’s more convenient for me, and it’s what I personally prefer. I’m sorry to readers who would have preferred He/Him or They/Them.

(Although, I do get a little frustrated when some readers complain about the main character’s gender. I think this should simply be a matter of the author’s preference and convenience. I’m the one writing the story, and this is how I want to write it. If you don’t like it, you can simply scroll past it, it’s really not that difficult. I’ve also seen plenty of stories where authors make the main character a gender other than female, especially on AO3. There are tons of them.)

And here are the headcanons before you start reading:

Every Inphernal has Marechi Blood because their physically is stronger than humans.

Demon!Y/N is an ordinary demon with the basic abilities that normal demon possess. However, Y/N will become stronger over time. (Y/N is already quite powerful from the beginning, and strong enough to fight an Inphernal one-on-one. However, if she gets ganged up, she will inevitably lose. But she can't die. Only play dead just to regenerate her body back.)

Demon!Y/N can be killed in four ways: being executed by a Nichirin Sword, being burned by sunlight (although Y/N will overcome this weakness later), wisteria flower poison, and Muzan’s curse.

However, because Demon!Y/N is transported into PHIGHTING! universe, sunlight will be the only way to kill her. Y/N will eventually overcome this weakness later.

Some characters from PHIGHTING! may eventually become Yanderes… but not every character will become a Yandere. (Or maybe they might? Just… at a relatively safe level, I guess?)

At the beginning of the story, the characters will have some communication difficulties because they speak different languages. However, Y/N will eventually learn their language and will definitely be able to communicate with the Inphernals.

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Prologue

You were pretty sure you were doing your absolute best to look like a peaceful visitor. Someone who had absolutely no intention of picking a fight with anyone.

Or was it because of your blood-red eyes, their pupils narrowed into thin slits like those of a beast, combined with your long fangs that became impossible to miss whenever you opened your mouth or flashed a wide grin?

Or perhaps it was because you weren't exactly a creature that was supposed to exist on this planet in the first place?

Maybe that's why he just wouldn't stop following you.

The creature was tall and massive, with thick muscles undercover by his clothes, a pretty clear indication that he was probably quite strong. He had no hair, with a pair of horns in its place, one orange and the other light blue.

And then there was that scent.

A scent so intoxicating that it made you want to lunge forward, tear into his flesh, and ravenously drink his blood.

Marechi Blood.

The distance between him and you never exceeded five meters. Not by much, either. That meant the scent of his blood remained unbearably strong and consistent, until you finally couldn't take it anymore. You raised a hand and pinched your nose shut.

It wasn't because you were disgusted.

You were just afraid you might lose control and go berserk.

“@+##-฿&฿-#&#_#&#”

And thanks to the abilities that came with being a Demon, your hearing was pretty damn good... Or, to put it simply, your sense of hearing was several times better than an ordinary human. (Assuming there were even humans on this planet, anyway.)

You could hear him talking... saying something behind you. And judging by the volume, it was obvious that he was deliberately speaking loud enough for you to hear.

The problem was...

You couldn't understand a damn thing he was saying. You didn't even know what language he was speaking! All you could do was guess that he might be telling you to stop, or perhaps trying to ask what the hell you were.

And honestly, you wanted to ask him the exact same thing. But you figured that he wouldn't understand a word you said, either...

So how the hell did everything end up like this?

Why did it feel as though you weren't even on your original world anymore?

Well...

That was because, just a few hours ago, you had died after finding out something you were never supposed to know. And the people who wanted you dead had followed you all the way to your apartment.

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Today had been just another day of working a part-time job to earn enough money to put yourself through school.

It wasn't because your family was poor. Your parents hadn't divorced, and you certainly hadn't grown up in some kind of messed-up household.

Quite the opposite.

Your parents simply believed that you needed to learn how to live on your own. They wanted you to earn your own money, figure out how to take care of yourself, and learn how to survive in a world full of competition.

It wasn't because they didn't love you.

They wanted you to grow up and become capable of living in this harsh, competitive world on your own. And if things ever became too much, you could always talk to them or ask them for advice.

After finishing your shift, you headed home by taxi.

Unfortunately, the taxi couldn't take you all the way to your apartment, so you had to continue the rest of the journey on foot.

And that's when you happened to see something you absolutely should not have seen.

A drug deal.

A major dealer was in the middle of exchanging drugs along the route back to your apartment. And, of course, they happened to notice you just as you finished paying the taxi fare.

You noticed them, too. All you could do was keep your head down and walk. You didn't reach for your phone or any other communication device. You made it painfully obvious that you weren't interested, weren't involved, and had absolutely no intention of sticking your nose into their business.

You simply chose to walk as far away from them as possible. At that point, you were practically walking into the woods along the roadside.

You could feel their eyes on you. The pressure. The murderous intent.

The unmistakable feeling that a bullet could be put through your skull at any moment if you try something funny.

So you started walking faster. Or, hell, you might as well have been running.

Anything to get back to your apartment as quickly as possible.

Once you got inside, you shut the windows, closed the doors, and locked every single thing you could. And the very next thing you did was immediately message your parents and tell them everything you'd seen.

[If anything happens to me... please help me. Or at least try to find my body.]

You typed that final sentence with tears streaming down your face, terrified beyond words.

You had no idea that those would be your final words.

Your last message.

Your final goodbye.

Before the executioner came knocking at your door.

“I didn't wanna do this either... but the boss gave me the order. Forgive me, kid...”

The bullet pierced straight through your forehead in the dead of night. It ended your life quietly, without even giving you time to feel the pain.

Your body collapsed in front of the door. Your eyes remained wide open in shock.

And after that...

You knew nothing.

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Or so you thought.

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You jolted awake.

There was no vision of some divine temple waiting for you. Or no dramatic awakening in Hell, either. It was more like you'd simply fallen into a dreamless sleep for a while... And then woken up somewhere completely unfamiliar.

You looked around.

From what you could tell, you were in a city. And you were lying beneath a tree, which appeared to be some kind of public tree planted.

You slowly scanned your surroundings. The darkness wasn't an obstacle to your vision at all. In fact, you could see far better than you should have been able to.

That alone was enough to make you slightly suspicious. Your vision was unnaturally sharp. If you stared at or focused on something for a few seconds, your eyes would automatically magnify the target and sharpen the image on their own.

And then there was something else.

A faint scent.

A strangely enticing scent that made you feel something warm and wet gathering at the corners of your mouth. You quickly wiped away your drool with both hands.

And that's when you noticed them.

Your hands.

Your skin looked paler than usual.

Your fingernails had grown noticeably longer.

And they were sharp enough to be called claws.

“What the fuck is this?”

The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them. The shock of seeing what had happened to your body immediately changed your priorities.

Forget exploring the area. You needed to find a mirror. Or anything that could reflect your appearance.

You needed to know exactly what the hell you'd become.

“Is there... a puddle around here or something?”

You looked left. Then right.

Nothing but concrete walls and a chaotic mess of air-conditioning exhaust fans. You figured you'd probably woken up behind some building.

“Paler skin... claws... fuck... can I even retract these?”

You spent some time trying to retract your claws back into your fingers. And, surprisingly enough, it worked.

Meanwhile, your brain was finally starting to piece things together.

You had a pretty good idea of what you'd become. But you still needed a mirror. Or anything that could show you your own reflection.

You needed proof.

Because if you couldn't see it for yourself, you didn't want to accept it. Even if, deep down, you already knew.

You decided to wander around and explore, while doing your best to stay out of sight of the bald, horned creatures.

You suspected that you'd died... And been reincarnated into an anime world name Demon Slayer… But after taking a closer look at the city around you, you weren't so sure anymore.

The city was fairly modern, not quite on the level of the 2020s, but definitely far too advanced to be the world of Demon Slayer.

And the biggest reason you were convinced this probably wasn't the Demon Slayer world?

You kept seeing strange creatures wandering around the city. They looked vaguely human, except they had no hair and had horns growing from their heads instead and they were also ridiculously tall and muscular.

There was no way ordinary humans could be built that big, right?

You kept wandering until you finally decided to dig through a trash bin, it was humiliating as hell. But at least you had a better chance of finding a piece of glass to use as a mirror than wandering around looking for a puddle.

And before long... You found one.

A cracked mirror, that's enough.

Normal human eyes couldn't naturally be red, unless you had albinism. And even then, the eyes weren't actually red. The red appearance came from light reflecting off the blood vessels in the retina because of the lack of melanin in the iris.

But your eyes were Blood-red. They even seemed to glow faintly in the darkness. And your pupils had become narrow, vertical slits, resembling those of predators such as tigers or cats.

Your skin was noticeably paler, too.

And then there were those large, elongated fangs that became especially prominent whenever you smiled or opened your mouth.

You stared at your reflection for a moment.

“Okay... I've figured it out.” You paused.

“I'm a fucking Demon from that famous anime, Demon Slayer!!!”

And now came the next question. Where the hell were you?

Because you doubted the Hashira would be particularly thrilled to see some strange creature casually wandering around during both day and night. That was why you continued exploring while keeping yourself hidden from all strange creature's eyes.

Thankfully, it was nighttime… If you'd woken up during the day, there was a very good chance you'd have been discovered within the first few minutes.

You were still stuck beneath the shade of a tree, after all. And if you tried to leave that shade...

The sunlight would probably burn you alive.

The lives of these mysterious two-legged creatures with demonic horns were surprisingly similar to humans. They went to night club… they hung out and laughed together at restaurants… they walked along the sidewalks… they carried work bags home… or even went on walks with their friends.

In almost every way that mattered, they lived their lives and went about their daily activities almost exactly like humans.

And with physical strength several times that greater than humans, you could easily jump onto the roof of a building.

From there, you surveyed the city from above, curiosity getting the better of you as you tried to gather as much information as possible. From this height, the city looked like it was some kind of central hub. There was one major road branching out in four different directions. Each road had a large sign marking it.

Unfortunately...

You couldn't understand a single word written on any of them.

Right now, you were basically no different from a foreigner dropped into a country where they didn't speak the language.

“Where the hell am I even supposed to start?”

You cursed under your breath. You'd probably sighed for the hundredth time by now. The language was the only real obstacle standing between you and figuring out how to survive here.

But the scent of the creatures living on this planet?

All of them smelled like Marechi Blood.

This place was practically paradise for Demons like you. Except, you don't have intention to eat them, hell no. You want to be like Nezuko… friendly Demon won't eat living creatures. you'd probably need to find muzzle for their sake.

* Thud! *

A footstep sounds behind you.

Someone trying to sneak up on you. But unfortunately for him, your enhanced hearing picked up the shift in his weight with ease. You immediately turned toward the sound. And there he was……

A tall, muscular creature standing perfectly still behind you. He had two differently colored horns, one light blue and the other orange. His eyes were fixed on you, his expression impossible to read. You had no idea what was going through his mind.

But one thing was certain. You probably should have realized something was wrong the moment the scent of Marechi Blood started getting stronger.

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Back to the Present:

And that was exactly why you were trying to get away from this mysterious creature with one hand clamped firmly over your nose.

Your next objective is lose this guy.… NOW!

[bun-che]

You talking about pervert 007n7 got me curious, any other characters you think have pervert tendencies/habits? :3<

yes actually! while i believe that all characters are secretly perverted, there’s a few i think would be extraaaa sleazy!

007n7 - a little deeper into him, since he’s a little antisocial, he sees most people as ‘characters’ rather than humans. plus he’s a total porn-addict.

builderman - the type to get a hugeee rush out of controlling you, especially if you aren’t in the position to stop him. even more if no one will believe you.

clockwork - sadomasochist. fucks up his wires for the fun of it and always makes you clean them up. whether you like it or not, you’re gonna pleasure him.

noli - the control freak EVER !!! lovess the fact that he can easily get into your mind and make you do his bidding. the type of guy to get turned on no matter what u do.

shedletsky/telamon - corrupted god, we know this. likes to use his power into pressuring you to obey him. really likes seeing you get flustered/frustrated.

i have a few ideas for phighting too !

skateboard - ofcofc the sleaze-bag everrr ! usually uses your addiction against you to keep you hooked to him . . and if you aren’t addicted yet he’ll make it happen.

scythe - she’s used to being in power, and she isn’t afraid of using it to get what she wants. even if she does do reprehensible shit, who’s gonna stop her? you?

subspace - don’t even get me started. he’s used to being seen as weak because of his illness. bc of this he’s a total sadist, gets off to you being scared of him.

again, EVERYONE is a pervert to me! its just that some have a bit more self-control then these ones 🪽🪽🪽

[bun-che]

partners who seemed so, so respectful of your wishes whenever you tell them to use a condom. of course, they understand the risks! and then see why you would want that . . but that doesn’t mean they agree.

they’ll play along at first, the rubber stretching over their cock as they prepare to fuck you.

it feels different than normal more . . detached. they hate it. they can feel the pulse of your walls, the clench of your pussy . . but its not enough. no matter how many times they fuck you, it doesn’t feel right.

their cum is wasted in those shitty little sacks, pointless. that’s why after about 2 rounds, they pull out, taking the already used condoms and placing them above your pussy, letting the cum drip out.

they wring the rubber for every last drop, making sure to finger it back inside your pussy.

you’re too blissed out to fight back, hardly even registering what they’re doing until they slide back inside of you, this time without the condom.

even if their cum is technically already inside of you, there’s nothing wrong with fucking you raw for good measure — maybe they can even prove to you how ‘useless’ those silly little condoms are.

Forsaken: Mafioso, iTrapped, Shedletsky, 007n7, Chance

Phighting: Banhammer, Subspace, Scythe, Coil, Darkheart

Blue Lock: Kaiser, Sae, Rin, Barou, Shidou + Your Faves!

[len-from-reallife]

haven’t checked up on the phighting x reader content in a while as a former boombox x reader writer, I wonder if anyone has done yansword x reader

slowly killing off members of your faction (maybe I think factions are friend groups in the AU) until it’s only you, and overwealmed by grief you are, you go to your friend rocket, and sword has to make a choice.

[catastrocasual]

Mischaracterization prolly but clingy neotana hasn't hurt anybody yeye

[sleepyrinister]

may i request..... medkit cuddles..... pretty please... yea.... have a nice day.... yea.... thank yuo..... looks at you with my bug bug eyes

Imagine self aware!Medkit somehow—yet finally—materializing in your world in front of your eyes while you both were talking. The cool air of the air conditioning brushes against his skin, making him shiver slightly.

The first thing he sees is the dark of your room, save for the light of your computer.

And you sitting on the floor in shock.

The first thing he does is rush to you in a worried manner, kneeling down to your side to see if you're okay. You're muttering about something that this is a hallucination, you're lacking sleep—

When suddenly a palm cups your cheek, pulling you back into reality.

"You're not dreaming. It's me."

Your eyes widens, his gaze that was usually filled with something heavy behind, was now warm. Your hand slowly reaches up to where his hand was, fingertips brushing against the heat of his skin—it felt real.

"Look at you... You've been skipping on sleep."

His other hand gently pulled you up—at the same time pulling you closer. Medkit's thumb swiped over the under of your eye, seeing the dark circles that's been forming. He knows how hard you've been working, how many nights you've sacrificed just to get work done.

He knows how it feels.

Without another word, he pulls you against him—guiding you both to your messy, yet cold bed. He pulls the sheets over the both of you, tucking you under his chin.

You were warm—just like how he imagined it.

For a long time, he wondered how you felt physically. How it would be nice to see, to feel you without a barrier of a digital screen.

Before he knew it, he heard soft snores. You were fast asleep. He tightened his hold on you, but not too tight that you'd jolt awake. His thumb was rubbing against your shoulder, an subconscious gesture.

Medkit was sure the others would be jealous when he comes back—but he didn't care.

He was savoring this moment. And so, he too, closes his eyes. The room wasn't that cold anymore.

[krystalkitdemi]

Lualight in the Inpherno part 11

Phighting x Fem! Child reader

CW: :) injured inphernals

It had been hours after Scythe had retrieved you. You had not roused yet. She kept holding you. Not letting you go for anything. Even as the thin and sharp crystals that covered you like armor tore at her skin, she refused to let you go. Your body was not as warm as it usually was. Your breathing and heartbeat was weak. You were weak. The Father himself came to see Scythe and you. She answered his questions the best she could, but she could not know what exactly was going through your mind during your outburst. The Father was at least pleased that you were no longer in any danger and settled down. However, his previous hopes of you coming back to your sense were dashed when Scythe mentioned that you were not waking up. Along with being seemingly poisoned by Venomshank. Father Overseer ordered for whatever able bodied scouts to go retrieve Medkit and see just how far the storm had reached. He reached out to touch your head, only to get a spark of lua to his clawed fingers. He retreated his arm back from the sudden surge of pain. He allowed Scythe to keep holding you as there was other things to do in the church. The repairs that needed to be done because of your power. Your mama nuzzled your cheek, hoping that you could still feel her.

Medkit was still curled on his floor. Even with the storm over, it was hard to move with the crystals that had grown around him. Grown out from the blood he spat. A knock at his door was followed by the rattle of the lock and opening. His landlady, Shotgun, had came in to check him after hearing about his screaming. She saw him surrounded by crystals and his own blood and bile. The landlady helped to break the crystals off of him and get him up before asking if he was hurt in any way. He responded that he was not injured, while still leaking crystals from his formerly empty eyesocket. She pointed it out to him and he used a small mirror in his desk to look at the odd growth. "Strange things have happened all over crossroads, Medkit.," Shotgun told him, "I've been getting calls asking if you are available for healing. I can tell them you are not if you do not want to." Medkit took some pliers and pulled the crystal clump out of his eyesocket, dripping his own blood as he did. He healed the wound using his own gear and stitched the eye back closed. "I... Want to.," He gasped, "I am needed." "I'm not one to stand in your way, but maybe you should take some time to get yourself healed first.," Shotgun said while chewing on her toothpick.

She did not stop Medkit as he summoned his gear and put his revolver in the holster on his hip. She could see that his single eye had a somewhat worried expression. Like he knew what caused everything that happened. Shotgun, however, did not ask. She did not care enough it. She just stopped him and pointed to the dirtied carpet. "I will get that cleaned.," Medkit said. She put a new toothpick in her mouth, "You better. This stress you put me under may make me start smoking again." She took a sideways glance at the crystals on the carpet, they had turned from an inky color to a clear and light blue. She thought It sort of resembled the crystals of that the newspawn Medkit had with him for a while. What was her name again? Shotgun left her tenent as he left to go look for those who needed assistance.

Medkit made his way through Crossroads, the cleanup effort had already started with inphernals trying to break the crystals. He stopped when he saw the crystal spark. "Get away from that!," He shouted. His warning was not too late as the inphernals backed away just as the crystal burst, throwing shrapnel like shards in many directions. He was able to heal the ones who were hit before moving on and telling them to spread the word to not mess with the crystals. As he continued on, he saw more and more damage and devistation. All caused by a tiny creature. If what the Father said was true, that you were a god and one of the creator race, then what other horrific power did you hide inside your tiny body? Medkit kept traveling on, stopping at those who needed him. He passed by an inphernal with four horns admiring the crystal. The hooded figure had an unusual smile on thier face as they looked at the crystals. Something about the smile was unsettling as Medkit passed. The figure was not acknowledged by anyone else, like they did not exist. As soon as Medkit turned, the inphernal disappeared. He did know that the strange inphernal had given him a glance, mostly to the crystal that he wore and the crystal suspended between his horns.

Medkit brushed off the strange encounter to make his way to Zuka's shop. If what happened to him was any indication of their health, he needed to get to Sword and Rocket. He was panting by the time he got to the shop. Surrounding buildings and shop owners were helping each other with rebuilding and repairs. Medkit saw zuka handing supplies to another shop owner when he walked up. "Zuka, Where is Sword and Rocket?," Medkit asked the Grey horned inphernal. The grey horned former soldier beckoned the doctor to follow and led him to the apartment. Both of the young inphernals inside looked terrible. Sword's horns were covered in crackling crystals and his dominant hand had crystals growing from his arm. He looked weakened from the flood of pain. Rocket was no better. His limbs were covered in those crystals too. Both looked like they were not able to rest at all. Sword saw his friend and reached towards him. "Medkit..," He said weakly, trying to speak. Medkit took his hand, "Dont talk right now sword. Your body is still being affected."

The teal horned doctor carefully used his tools to excise the crystals from the horns of his younger friend and heal whatever wounds he had. The crystals were not the same as the ones in the streets. These did not burst or shake violently. It was like they were docile. "Medkit. I can't hear her.," Sword said while clutching the crystal pendant, "She stopped crying, but she stopped everything else." The teal horned doctor tried not to react, to keep his Friend from reaching into dispair. Yet he was worried for you as well. He had felt when you went quiet too, when the storm stopped. He would be called back to the church to look at injuries more than likely. He would just have to quickly work for the inhabitants of Crossroads before he was summoned. He turned to Rocket after healing Sword. He was thankful that Rocket did not have any physical injuries. However, seeing what your power did to the crystal powered prosthetics, He realized you were not just able to affect the holders of your crystals. You affected anything that was an energy based crystal. Medkit remembered his inventions at Blackrock, The energy crystal that would power most of the machinery. A crystal he based on the stories of Lua and the energy of the spawn wells. If you were able to do this to Rocket's limbs... You may have shut down Blackrock itself for a week or so. Perhaps even longer If your energy was concentrated by the tundra and mountains surrounding the compound.

He worked silently as he removed the excess crystals, cleaning them to reveal the real one underneath. Medkit rewired the limb to how Rocket needed it. The explosive geared young inphernal watched him. He saw his older friend's expression. There was a lot on the mind of the doctor. "Medkit. Do you know what happened?," Rocket asked bluntly, "Does it have to do with Lualight?" Medkit sighed, "Yes. It was Lualight. I fear that it was not just Crossroads that was hit. Every region was affected by this event." "Is she okay?," The weakened voice of Sword asked. Medkit did not know what to tell him. He did not know if you were. The sudden appearance of the storm and the sheer power it had, along with the sheer pain that they all felt, something had to have happened.

The teal horned inphernal kept working on Rocket's limbs, finishing quickly and letting the younger inphernal test the movement out. Luckily, the crystal growth did not damage any of the internal mechanisms of the limbs. He got up to leave but stopped. "I'm going to help the other injured.," Medkit said, "Please rest." Th doctor left his younger friends to keep looking for injured to help. He was able to find many who were in need of assistance. From some inphernals caught in a diner to the ones in the library. Some had minor scratches, others had severe injury. It was tiring and difficult to get them all. But, he found himself regaining the energy he used quickly. He then understood. Your crystals that were still embedded in his body, on the areas he could not get to, they were healing him.

Even through your own pain, you still had kindness. The crystals in the streets were slowly disappearing. Like cotton candy in water. It was still not fast enough for some who tried to forcefully remove them and get struck with the shrapnel as a result. Medkit felt someone following him after he healed most in the business district. A heavy hand was placed on his shoulder. "The Father requests your presence.," He heard the familiar voice of Chainsaw speak. He turned to see the inphernal behind him. The crystalline brooch he wore had grown out of control, stabbing into his shoulder and chest. His broken horn had shards of sharp crystals peeking from the holes and the missing portion. Medkit could not help but wonder how he was not going mad with pain. Did he also have something wrong with him like Broker, or were the crystals keeping his nerves dulled enough to not feel the damage that was done to him.

Medkit was about to heal him when Chainsaw stopped him. "Not yet," Chainsaw said, "someone else needs you first." The inphernal led the doctor to where he landed his Vulture. The bird was covered in small scratches and scars. It looked at Medkit curiously before bowing to allow the two on its back. After lifting off, Medkit could see the true scale of the damage from the storm. Broken structures and large pillars of crystal littered crossroads. The tower itself was covered in crystals, like a rock with coral. The sun glinted off the crystals, making the scenery sparkle below. If there had not been a storm, this phenomenon of growth would have been seen as wondrous or even beautiful. The two rode on the bird, the expanse of sands and wastes below them stretched. The landscape itself changed because of the storm. Lower areas had accumulated rainwater and turned into many shimmering oasis. The plants around the waters seemed to respond to the power of the crystals and had grown quickly.

Healing plants and edible foliage had spring up in a previously deserted area. It was beautiful. "She still has kindness, even when she is in pain.," Medkit said aloud. He didn't realize he did until Chainsaw laughed. "She's better than us in many ways, other than combat.," The Scout said and urged his vulture to catch a wind current to glide on. Lost Temple had been changed by your hand. The new beauty stretched before Medkit. He leaned over to get a better look, prompting Chainsaw to grab his collar. "Don't fall doc.," The scout huffed, "She still needs you." Something from that mere sentence made him go cold. What could have happened for you to need him? The church appeared in the distance. The structure was covered in large crystals that shone with many colors.

He was allowed to dismount when the bird landed, he hurriedly entered and followed the directions to Scythe's room. He stopped in the doorway as soon as he got there. Scythe was holding you with a tenderness he had never seen from her before. At that moment, she was not the enforcer of the church or the most wanted, she was a mother. Even with her prosthetic arm out of order, she was still holding you close to herself and nuzzling your scalp. As Medkit got closer, he saw some tears had fallen onto your face from her crying at not being able to wake you. "She's not waking up, 'kit.," Scythe's voice was the softest he has ever heard it. "I will not be able to examine her if you are holding her," Medkit said as he tried to take you from your Mama's arms. She pulled back immediately and let out a low growl, "I ain't letting her go again." Medkit didn't argue, he was being paid just to be a doctor for them. But he did feel concern about you. You had not moved or made a sound. Your pulse was weak and breathing was slow and gasping.

Medkit checked your eyes, your pupils did not respond to light. You didn't respond to anything, yet you were still alive. "What is it, 'kit?," Scythe asked. Medkit made an annoyed sigh. He was already counting up everything he needed to treat you. "Coma. Her own system collapsed under the weight of her power.," Medkit explained, "But it is treatable. She will have to be cared for daily, letting her recover slowly." Scythe pulled you back close to her after Medkit was finished with the examination. He started to work on her arm. He noted that she had shed most of her usual equipment and attire, letting your face rest on her bare chest. Her single real eye kept looking down at you with a mix of worry and affection. If Medkit could describe Scythe at that moment, it would be a broody bird. Like how her vulture becomes in the spring.

Medkit worked on the prosthetic arm before he started to heal Scythe. The amount of injuries she had was extensive. She had fought through the storm to get to you and it showed. "How long?," Scythe asked. Medkit hummed questioningly as he looked up at his superior. "How long will it take to wake 'er up?, Scythe repeated. The teal horned doctor didn't know the answer. You could be out for days, months or even years. They would just have to wait and see. But he could still feel the trickle of Lua coming from your body. He saw it slowly healing scythe as she held you. He wondered how it would act now that you were not consciously using it. He heard a sound and looked back to see some members looking in. Newspawn and older inphernals both checking in on Lualight. They must have heard that she was not conscious and came to see for themselves. That or were waiting for their turn to be healed by Medkit. After he finished healing her, Medkit looked at you and Scythe once more. "How did you even break through the storm?," He asked.

Scythe paused, not even wanting to answer. She glared at the others who were peeking in, making them scatter like bugs. Only after did they leave she replied, "It wasn't me. It was Venomshank." Medkit saw the faint toxic green saliva that stained your dress. You'd need to be changed and that dress burned. Medkit wiped your skin of the green residue, disinfecting the area as well. You were resisting the saliva, he wondered if you would be immune to the rot. You looked peaceful. Medkit was a little unnerved by you not being awake and smiling at him as you usually did. He sort of missed how you were previously. Medkit would not admit it, but he liked when he was watching you and teaching you. You were curious and seemed to enjoy being taught by him. Even if you were a bit troublesome to watch.

After he finished healing and talking to Scythe, he was pulled away to the others in the church. He listened to the gossip of the members, each telling about what they experienced during the storm. Each was a familiar story. Sharp pains in the horns. Those with prosthetics had crystals grow out of them. Those with pendants and brooches made from your crystals could hear your screams and crying. All of them felt your sorrow and pain. Some members were annoyed by your outburst. Others, like the scouts who found you originally and had dedicated a lot of time to play with you, felt empathetic to your sorrow and wanted you to be happy again. The most devoted wanted to hunt down whoever had set you off. Medkit had to sit those down and treat them so they didn't hurt themselves. During all of this, he remembered what Scythe said. Venomshank had broken through the storm to save you. Why would one of the swords go out of his way to do that? He remembered also what you had told him before, that Darkheart had helped you. The idea that the swords knew about you and your power scratched at his mind.

Venomshank gasped as he was healed by Darkheart, using one of the crystals you had left in his home. The healing felt great, but the sharp pain of his ribs reconnecting was still there. Darkheart hummed as he set the crystal down. "So then. How was the storm?," He asked with his head resting on his palm. Venomshank felt his chest for any more injuries before answering, "Almost as strong as what He could do." Darkheart's grin moved a little as he laughed, "We're still surprised they are the same species. They look nothing alike!" The cackling god leaned back and let himself float over the floor. Venomshank understood his brother's sentiments. Lualight and Telamon were quite different from each other. You were small and kind, having an utterly beautiful innocent heart and mind. Telamon was intimidating and powerful, a man who could wipe out half of a city with a swipe of his sword if he wanted to. Someone who would shift the layout of a region from his own whims if something was annoying him.

You were small and different. Completely innocent and unaware of what power you held. You could shift anything to your liking, but you want to find out about the Inpherno instead. You sought connection and understanding, not battle and conquest. "That inphernal who took her...," Venomshank said, catching his brother's attention, "She's dangerous, I worry for Lua." Darkheart tilted his head as he saw his brother fading into rest. The ramblings of Venomshank kept going as he tried to fight off resting. "You can rest 'Shank, we're not going anywhere.," the wizard hat wearing sword said and sat beside his sibling. His smile was a kinder one instead of his usual mischievous one. He was telling the truth. Venom couldn't fight it anyway. "We'll just wait until she calls us for help, okay?"

The entirety of the inpherno was rebuilding and repairing after the storm. Places with plant and animal life were revitalized by the crystals dissolving into the water and ground, healing the nature there. The splintered skies were rebuilding damaged buildings. Windforce had to be healed by some of the best healers in the skies before finding that the same crystals that injured her so badly could be used to heal her and cure others of their afflictions. Crystals were gathered carefully, making sure not to make them burst.

In the far north, the facility was on emergency power. They were quickly rebuilding and fixing what was damaged. The higher ups called their head scientist to them to demand answers while also looking at the data that had been gathered. The scientist had to clean himself up and put on his containment suit before standing before the higher ups. "Do you have any answers for what has happened?," one asked, "this storm. It wiped out the entirety of Blackrock's systems in a matter of minutes." "We need to know so that this will not happen again.," another said. The scientist listened to the complaints before clearing his throat. "The origin of the storm is the Lost Temple.," the scientist said, "More importantly, the storm has traces of the same energy as the spawn wells. It was powered by pure Lua energy." Ripples of talk circulated through the panel of higher ups. The scientist reviewed his readings he was able to get from the rebooted computers. It was Lua energy. Lua in it's purest state. He had felt it too, but he also had personally felt the feeling of sorrow, of rage, of pain. Something that only energy should not be able to do. He had a theory.

The heads of Blackrock talked amongst themselves for a bit before turned back to their scientist. "Send Biograft scouts into other regions, we need to see how this phenomenon affected other regions.," the lead of the Blackrock facility ordered. The scientist saluted to his leader while also internally cursing. "I'm sending scouts into Lost Temple first as the storm originally came from there.," the scientist said. The leaders let him go after giving him orders and he telling them his findings. He stalked back to his labs while chewing on his clawed thumb, "This will be the finding of the century, I'll be in the history books."

"If I can harness the power of Lua, then I, Subspace T. Mine, will be the most important on the history books!"