A Darkened Destiny

[Ada Wong]

The world around him became weepy and grey, like an acrylic painting freshly doused by a bucket of water. Thoroughly startled by this development, Crowley gulped in a breath he didn’t need, the soft radio static panic steadily building into a roar.
 
What had been done to him? And would he be able to tear himself free of it?
 
Crowley struggled against the stifling darkness that engulfed his mind, but it was harder to break away from than he expected. He still could not move after several long seconds of agitatedly willing his body to do so. The magic was almost sticky, thick in a way that clung to him the more he tried to wrench himself free. It felt like being smothered in bubblegum, more or less, the spell fulfilling its primary purpose in keeping his feet firmly rooted to the ground.
 
And yet the demon knew where his attacker was, if only vaguely— he had seen the unicorn standing a few paces away before being struck, neighing something or other in his weird Elizabethan speech. It was almost as if the pony had been transformed into a babbling brook, a long stream of insults battering at Crowley’s already damaged pride.
 
So Crowley eagerly drank in another unnecessary breath, his yellow eyes brightening as he willed himself into alertness. Everything lurched back into place with the force of a full-speed car wreck, the ground itself shivering under his feet. Or maybe that was just him, Crowley couldn’t be sure.
 
There was a sickening thunk as Crowley rushed forward and tackled the dark horse, sending them both spinning across the floor of the Nexus and further away from the gate behind them.
 
A series of loud thumps accompanied the ensuing struggle. Crowley discovered just why it was a bad idea to body slam a horse (albeit a small one), whereas Sombra was clearly dazed by the direct assault. Even as his hip popped after being dislocated, Crowley remained unaffected and took a quick swipe at the pony’s head with the blunt end of the First Blade, successfully popping him one across the snout. Using his opponent’s confusion to his advantage, the demon just barely managed to evade that dangerously sharp horn and reeled backwards onto his feet.
 
“That was a bad idea,” the demon mumbled as he attempted to regain feeling in one of his legs by shaking it out. When that didn’t work, he was a bit disappointed when he glanced down to find a jagged crystal embedded in it, oozing lifeblood. “Okay, ow.”
 
“So, thee want to play with magic?” Sombra snarled wrathfully as he rose to a standing position, red-green eyes burning bright. “Boy, thee shouldst knoweth what thou art falling for ….”
 
Crowley yelped more out of surprise than pain as the crystal shard burst, the projectile fizzling out and taking a fair chunk out of his leg with it in death. Once he had regained some semblance of composure, he gritted his teeth in a sneer at the pony, who seemed rather smug about having dealt the serpent harm.
 
In an instant there was a second bullet-quick projectile whistling his way, this one just barely managing to nick him on the cheek as it hurtled past.
 
“Ha!” Crowley said, barking out a laugh and touching one finger to the paper thin cut. “You missed me, motherfu—“
 
He didn’t get the chance to finish the thought. By some no doubt magical means, the crystal shard had circled back around and nailed him right at the center of his back.
 
Tripping forward, the demon gasped as the spike detonated and undoubtedly dealt heavy damage to his spine. “A-at least I won’t have to pay a visit to a chiropractor anytime soon,” Crowley joked, fumbling distractedly at the bloodstain blooming across the back of his jacket. “Ugh.”
 
With snake-like quickness, the fallen angel narrowly escaped the path of yet another crystal shard. His eyes widened as he twisted his head to watch it turn and approach again, only this time Crowley was prepared.
 
“Art thee ready for a perfect storm?” King Sombra cackled, another crystalline barb screeching through the air towards the demon just two seconds later.
 
There wasn’t anything for Crowley to do but snort in reply, whisking around the Nexus floor and taking minor cuts from the two crystals as he dodged. He knew he couldn’t keep up the evasion game for much longer, the white ground already slick with his blood. His dust-laced shoes slipped once or twice, nearly pitching him over into bends worthy of a professional gymnast.
 
Ducking away from one sharp crystal as it nearly took his eye out, Crowley jerked in surprise when it exploded just as it was about to loop around again. It hadn’t been wedged into him like the others; was there perhaps a time limit on how long they could maneuver on their own without lodging into flesh?
 
Whatever. It didn’t matter, at least not enough to garner much of his precious attention. He was tiring fast, his movements less spirited than before, and for the first time Crowley considered that he might meet his fate at the hands— er, hooves— of a talking horse.
 
Crowley couldn’t let that happen. He hadn’t tested out the full capabilities of the ever mysterious ‘Omnilium’ yet. He hadn’t even been able to see how much ice cream he could summon without hitting a block.
 
The arm holding the jawbone blade swung it sharply, the remaining crystal shard shattering upon contact. As the sparkling remnants drifted down to the ground, Crowley lowered his weapon, his forked tongue slithering out in an open-mouthed grin.
 
“Is that really all you’ve got, Seabiscuit?”

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I figured that since it only takes about 2 seconds to make the Crystal Spikes that Sombra could make a few more.