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Dreams of an Absolution	By : DeusExProcella Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 9670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"We took him three and three
In a stretcher made from trees
That had passed in the storm
Leave the hearse behind
To leave the curse behind
Oh be here now..."
Dam at Otter Creek (Live "Throwing Copper")

Dreams of an Absolution
Chapter 33
"Who betrayed him?"
She kept asking that question, Chamberlain thought, avoiding the little girl's gaze once again. They two had traveled miles and miles across the blazing wasteland, making their way to the edge of the world, and the beginning of the Sea of Wrath, where the Prince of Pain's castle lay in wait. Every few minutes, Blossom would break the silence with that same question. Each time, he'd kept his mouth shut; he would pretend he didn't hear her, then he wouldn't have to face those memories. More importantly, he could avoid facing the answer to her question.
He didn't know.
Their path was littered with the corpses of monsters and creatures unmentionable. The further they got from the ruined city, the more terrible and powerful the demons they encountered became. While Chamberlain found his skills tested and strained—years of sleep had robbed him of his true power—he noticed with a growing uneasiness that his Lady was unmoved by even the mightiest creatures.
Blossom lashed out, tearing away from his grip on her mitt, taking out the legs of a massive ogre with a single swing of her arm. It wasn't always a sword, though that seemed to be her favored weapon. At times, her arms became massive axes; other times, they were serrated whips. Whatever weapon she chose to turn her arms into, the end result was the same: her foes were crushed or torn completely asunder.
The ogre's strangled cry of pain stopped abruptly and a geyser of blood shot into the air. Blossom returned to Chamberlain's side drenched in new bloodstains. Though her dress was long ruined, there was a look in her eyes after every kill, a look that grew more intense with every kill. She relished the feel of blood dripping from her mitts. Without hesitation, she licked the acidic blood from her lips with a smile. She held her hand out and Chamberlain took it. He held her hand tight and closed his eyes, sending a brief prayer to his Sovereign.
Suddenly, Blossom asked, "You're never going to answer me, are you?" The Grandmaster of War froze where he stood. He slowly turned to face her, making eye contact for the first time in hours. The glimmer in her eyes startled him, but her expression told another story: she was merely disappointed, not angry with him. Chamberlain sighed, and motioned for them to continue on. The Sea of Wrath was nearby.
"It is not that I do not wish to say, my Lady. It is...a more complicated matter," he tried to explain.
Blossom cut him off, "You don't know, do you?" Chamberlain lowered his head in defeat.
"I do not..." he confessed. Blossom took a deep breath. The massive amount of energy radiating from her intensified and whipped around like a small tornado. It glowed brighter and hotter, and then faded away entirely. When she opened her eyes again, the glimmer was still there, albeit brighter now. It was familiar and frightening. Chamberlain winced when she turned to him and smiled. The corner of her mouth twitched.
"That's alright...you never mentioned anyone in your journal, I shouldn't have expected you to know," Blossom pointed out. She pulled her hand away from him and crossed her arms, staring at the ground while they trudged onward. The rest of their trip was in silence, save for the sounds of slaughter whenever a creature confronted them. Blossom looked out across the Sea of Wrath when they finally reached the shore and licked some of the blood from her hand.
True to its name, the Sea of Wrath was a churning ocean of storms and crashing waves. Lightning erupted from the black clouds of smoke that rose up overhead, while the sea, a chaotic lake of fire, roared. Chamberlain gestured to the sky; Blossom peered upward and noticed a great black landmass, high above the Sea of Wrath. Blossom noticed, glancing over her shoulder at the whipping, maddening sky, that the screams seemed softer here than they had back in the city.
"The Sea of Wrath sits at the edge of the Realm of Hatred. The sky song is quietest here, far from the Heart of Hatred," Chamberlain explained. Blossom returned her gaze to the palace. She hadn't mentioned it to Chamberlain—his overprotective behavior had grown on her nerves—but she'd been nursing a headache for the past several hours. It would do her some good to be away from the, what had he called it? The sky song?
"So what are we waiting for?" Blossom asked.
Chamberlain cleared his throat, "Unfortunately, my levitation spells are inert this close to the Sea of Wrath. To get inside we'd need-MY LADY!" Chamberlain shouted as Blossom grabbed him by the back of his gi and straight into the sky, over the Sea of Wrath. In seconds they were at the front of the palace, though she couldn't find anything resembling an entrance. Blossom set Chamberlain, who tried to brush aside his embarrassment, down and stalked the perimeter of the palace.
'I want to get out of this air!' She thought, her mouth twitching again. Chamberlain was hot on her heels. Blossom grimaced and licked the blood from her other, still dripping, mitt. Despite the distance, at this height, the sky song was infuriating. Her head was pounding and her vision was getting blurry. With a low growl, Blossom stopped and sucked on her mitt.
"My Lady, if you'll wait for but a moment, I can explain," Chamberlain prattled on, explaining the construction and architecture of the Black Palace. He rambled about the location, how being built over the Sea of Wrath not only protected the Prince of Pain from harassment by the local creatures, but also provided an inexhaustible amount of power. He went on to explain just how the Black Palace could remain afloat but...
"Chamberlain!" Blossom screamed. Chamberlain stopped abruptly, taking a nervous step away from the Powerpuff girl. Her eyes were on fire, her hands had morphed into twin wicked blades. She barely managed to force down a pain-stricken snarl of anger.
"How..." she asked through gritted teeth, "do we get inside?"
Chamberlain cleared his throat, "I was getting to that, my Lady. The palace has no entrance, the Prince of Pain sealed himself inside and leaves only through astral projection," Chamberlain screamed and jumped as Blossom's fist crashed into the side of the palace, leaving behind a gaping hole. The fire in her eyes fizzled out and her arms returned to normal.
"Now there is, problem solved," she chirped with a forced giggle. Blossom slipped inside, with Chamberlain close on her heels. He stopped to observe the damage in the wall.
"Oh my..." he muttered.
"Chamberlain!"
"Coming!" The Grandmaster of War hurried after his mistress. Behind them, the black diamond rose into the air and repaired the hole in minutes, sealing them inside with the Prince of Pain.
XxXxX
Blossom breathed a sigh of relief once the two managed to find their way into the halls of the palace. The sky song was all but gone now and, though her headache was still persisting, Blossom was starting to feel a bit better. There was one small problem, though, she noted with a frown. She'd licked both hands clean already.
'I never noticed before...' she thought, wandering down a random direction, Chamberlain chasing after her, 'the taste of blood is so...different. I never thought I would enjoy it...' she sighed, pausing in a large dark room, staring at her mitts. She looked up, hearing a snap, and noticed a trail of torches lighting up. Blossom was startled from her thoughts enough to notice something odd about the palace. There walls were all reflective. Every which way she looked she could see her own reflection.
"Chamberlain," she asked, hearing him approach.
"Yes, my lady?" he responded, with a bow.
"Why was it built this way? To confuse anyone who gets inside?" Blossom asked. Without waiting for his response, she headed down the hall lit by the torches. More torches lit up along her path, taking her deeper into the palace, seemingly down random halls.
Struggling to keep up, Chamberlain wracked his foggy memory, "The mirrors...that's it! The Prince of Pain is notoriously paranoid. The...ahem..." Chamberlain cleared his throat, unsure of how to explain, "Beings like the Sovereign and the Prince of Pain possess the skill to hide their true selves behind masks. However, their true face is revealed in their reflection. That must be why the palace is made of reflective surfaces," he explained.
Blossom stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening. Was that true? She'd never paid much attention before but...it was true! She recalled a time when she and Baku were 'studying' and she noticed Aku's reflection in the mirror. She'd chastised him about being more careful. Uka-sensei always kept the windows in the classroom covered during class, not to keep the students from getting distracted, but so that they wouldn't see his reflection on the windows!
"Why is he paranoid?" Blossom pondered, surprising even herself. Chamberlain shrugged, summoning four swords to his hands as the two stepped into a massive antechamber. Every torch was lit, but the room was kept in the dark.
"Perhaps he fears the one who betrayed the Sovereign?" Chamberlain mused. Blossom nodded, that had been her guess as well. "This room is alive, my Lady, be careful. We are surely not alone," The flames in the torches lit up in bright, vivid shades of blue, green and purple. A dark voice filled the air, bouncing off the crystalline walls.
No you are not...very astute, Grandmaster of War.
"Prince of Pain! We seek your council! In the name of my master and ruler of this realm, the Sovereign of Hatred, show yourself!" Chamberlain shouted. Blossom started to wander toward the center of the room, but Chamberlain, his instinct taking over, forced her back and stood in front of her. The corner of her mouth twitched and Blossom narrowed her eyes. The sinister, scratchy voice chuckled.
The Sovereign of Hate? Is that your story? Unlikely...that fool will never return here...no, you're with the other one, aren't you? What was...Peepers! Are you with Peepers? Did you finally come to finish what we started? I assure you, it will end differently this time, Peepers!
"Peepers?" Chamberlain muttered in confusion, "We seek the Soul Collector, do you know where he is held captive?" The voice's ranting stopped. The flames of the torches grew darker; the voice chuckled once more.
So that's your game is it? Why bring a child then, Grandmaster? Surely she has better things to do...like sitting in an empty-headed daze, imagining damnable dogs and Koosfolk!
Blossom's cheeks turned red and flames began rising from her eyes. A loud whistling echoed in her head and the throbbing pain from before returned. With all of her willpower, she forced back a scream of anger and steadied her voice, "My name is Blossom. I'm here on behalf of Aku to retrieve his minion," The dark fires rose out of their torches and flew around the room, growing hotter, but darker still. One by one they collided with the far wall, causing the crystal to morph and change, becoming a twelve foot tall ornate mirror.
It can speak of more than tea parties and butterflies? What a special specimen you have, Grandmaster. So you want to know about the Soul Collector? I may know a thing or two...come into my realm, bring your girl if you wish. Once I see what you're hiding...we'll decide if I'm in a generous mood.
The voice faded with a laugh, taking the third presence in the room with it. Blossom stared at the mirror, nearly blind with fury. How dare he talk down to her like that? She was not just a child! She was a goddess! And she wasn't about to let this...this stupid Prince of Pain get in her way!
"My Lady, please, control your emotions. Beings such as the Prince of Pain prey on the feelings and minds of lesser creatures. If you don't-" Before Chamberlain could finish, Blossom had him by his collar, lifting him off the ground. Her flaming eyes were burning furiously, and the power around her was rushing like a storm, tearing at the crystal floor and walls around them.
"I AM NOT A LESSER CREATURE!" She roared. Chamberlain, barely able to breathe, tried to find the words to apologize. Blossom threw him to the ground and approached the mirror. She paused when she saw her reflection. She hadn't paid much attention to it before, but seeing it now...her eyes were lit up, burning like Aku's, but pink. Her teeth had become sharper, like fangs. She caught the last glimpse of her skin returning peachy pink once again.
"He really is paranoid," she muttered, "He thinks we're trying to hide our true selves," Blossom crossed her arms and took a deep breath.
"My...Lady, my apologies, I never meant to," Chamberlain watched Blossom walk through the mirror and sighed. Standing up straight and squaring his shoulders, Chamberlain joined her through the mirror.
XxXxX
Blossom stepped through the mirror, into a swirling vacuum of twisting blue and purple star lights The platform she was standing on was made of silvery-blue metal, reminding her of duranium, and it stretched out becoming a bridge leading to a much taller platform with a colossal purple throne. The stars around her were all shades of blue and purple, all winking and sparkling, but giving off a hideous dark light. Something felt eerie and different, but she couldn't tell what until she took a few steps forward and nearly tripped over her own feet.
Blossom stared at her hands. Not mitts anymore, but now real hands with real fingers. She flexed her fingers; a small moan escaped from her lips. She touched her face, and felt that it too had changed. She turned around, shoving Chamberlain out of her way so she could look into the mirror again. She was taller, quite a bit taller. Four and a half...maybe five feet tall now? Taller and older. Blossom ran her hands across her body. She wasn't a little freak anymore. She wasn't a little girl anymore either, she realized with a gasp. She had breasts, even if they were small. She had hands, she had feet. She was...Blossom touched her reflection, unable to control her own smile.
"I'm beautiful..." she whispered.
Chamberlain cleared his throat and spoke up, "The mirror transforms your outward appearance to reflect your true self," he explained, "While...your body was behind the curve, with the mirror's help, it now matches your mind," Blossom looked up, finally noticing that Chamberlain, too, had changed. His uniform was gone, leaving him naked. He stood just as tall, but with two horns growing from his head and tiny blue fires rising from his eyes. His mouth was filled with oversized fangs and his face was green. He looked like...
"You look like Aku," she pointed out, approaching him. Though he was still much taller, it was only by about two feet. She could actually touch his chest without flying. Chamberlain blushed and pushed her hands away.
"I...have tried to live my life in the Sovereign's image. It is no surprise my inner self takes his form," he flinched when she touched his chest again, then ran her hands along his horns, standing on her tip toes to reach. His cheeks lit up rosy red, making Blossom giggle as she finally pulled away.
"My real self," She whispered, walking across the bridge to the throne. She clasped and clenched her fists and wiggled and clenched her toes. She touched her chest again and found herself blushing, imagining what it would be like if Aku were the one touching her...
"So, this is who you are? Not a small child, but a promiscuous young girl...how boring," it was the voice from before. Chamberlain was instantly at Blossom's side, swords brandished. The figure sitting in the throne was only a foot or so taller than Blossom. He was very thin, with pale blue skin and long, darker blue hair. His outfit was...the only word Blossom could think of was simply, why?
Like an old foe of hers, he wore thigh high stilettos. He covered his upper chest in golden armor with a long red cape but...left his midriff and legs bare, covering his genitals with a golden...plate. Blossom raised an eyebrow, though noticed out of the corner of her eye that Chamberlain was blushing once again.
"You're...the Prince of Pain?" she asked, incredulous. The demon smirked and nodded, lacing his long, thin fingers together.
"Correct, you may call me Hookocho...now tell me," He sat back and crossed his legs. A glass of red wine appeared in his hand, which he proceeded to swirl and sip while addressing them, "What do you dears want with the Soul Collector?"
Blossom glanced at Chamberlain, expecting the protective demon to speak up. He still seemed frozen, staring at the High Lord. Blossom rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "I've come here for the Soul Collector. Aku and I need his help to take over the Earth," Blossom's cheeks turned soft pink. She couldn't resist rubbing her arms against her chest.
Hookocho smirked and winked at Chamberlain, snapping the demon out of his revere, but leaving him sputtering and blushing worse than ever, "Big words...Aku, is that what he calls himself now? A pity, the Sovereign would have been best to stay dead," Hookocho took another sip of his wine, "And you, honey? What are you supposed to be? How did a mortal get roped into Our business?"
Blossom narrowed her eyes, "I'm not a mortal! I told you, my name is Blossom. I...was the leader of the Powerpuff Girls. You must have heard of us, we're Earth's greatest heroines," Hookocho yawned and tapped a black fingernail on the arm of his throne.
"No, I haven't heard of you. You mortals are all the same...you think the universe revolves around you, you think you matter at all. Ha! The universe hardly even knows you're there! And it certainly won't miss you when you're gone...you, Grandmaster of War. Why did you bring this mortal with you?" Hookocho snapped his fingers, snapping Chamberlain out of his daze.
"It was my Lady, Blossom, who set me free. She has conquered the greatest of Hatred's children, and is the beloved of our Sovereign, himself. It is she who sought you, not I," Chamberlain explained, resting one hand on Blossom's shoulder. She gasped—the touch was like electricity—and looked up at Chamberlain. He must have noticed it as well, he swallowed and cleared his throat, slipping his hand away from her. Hookocho merely laughed, waving his hand. The stars around them started to blink out one by one.
"Pathetic! And to think you were the general of the Sovereign's armies. It's no wonder he failed on his pointless invasion of the mortal realm. And its no wonder he turned to this mortal...for all his power, the Sovereign always was a fool," he laughed again, this one piercing through Blossom's new-found happiness and renewing her headache from before. She growled and narrowed her now burning eyes.
"I am not a mortal! I am a goddess!" She shot back. If possible, Hookocho laughed harder. Before his laughter had been condescending. This time, though, he seemed genuinely amused by her assertion.
"A goddess? Is that so? There are no such things girl!" Hookocho laughed once more. Blossom was taken aback. She'd heard that before, moments before she blew up the planet of the little aliens laughing at her. But here was a being who was...for all intents and purposes, like Aku. And he was laughing at her just like they did. Just like her peers would, even now. Blossom blushed and felt her eyes watering. She tightened her hold on herself and glared at him.
"Aku is a god! And I'm a goddess! He said so himself!" She spat. Hookocho waved his hand, dropping his wine glass, which shattered and turned to dust on the ground.
"Oh, you poor sweet dear, you really believe that, don't you? He has you so fooled!" Hookocho rose from his throne and stalked toward her, cupping her chin in his long, bony hand. Blossom was shaking, her eyes were on fire, but she was on the verge of tears. She tore away from his grip and glowered at him. Her headache was screaming.
"Then what are you? I've seen Aku's power! What else could he be?" And why would he lie to me...she added silently. Hookocho stalked to the edge of the platform and spread his arms.
"The universe...is very large place, girl. But even it is not infinite. There are things beyond your universe. Your universe is what we, here, call the Mortal Realm. Time has meaning, death is rampant and unrelenting," Hookocho turned and held out his hands. Between his hands, Blossom could see the entire universe.
"Is...that really..." She asked. Hookocho laughed and shook his head.
"Of course not, it's simply a visual aid...but in the grand scheme of things, this is your universe," Hookocho spread his hands further and countless disconnected cylinders, similar to the universe, appeared around it, "And these are ours. We outnumber you, girl, but don't be afraid...we have no ill-will toward your world. In fact," Hookocho laughed, "We don't care about the Mortal Realm at all. You pitiful little mortals are the insects of creation. And we," He crushed the images between his hands and began to glow, giving off waves upon waves of purple and blue light, "We are the giants of creation,"
Blossom swallowed and narrowed her eyes, "If you're not gods, then what are you?"
"We call ourselves the Caelestis," Hookocho replied. Blossom frowned and tapped her chin.
"That's Latin, why are you using our words to name your species if we're so inferior?" she pointed out. Hookocho laughed and put his hands on his hips.
"My dear, do you not find it odd I even speak your language? Or the Sovereign for that matter? What of your dear friend, Chamberlain? Not a Caeleste...but useful for proving a point..." Hookocho shot back. Blossom stared at him wide-eyed. She hadn't even considered that. English wasn't even the most spoken language on Earth, but here she was speaking to an alien who was perfectly fluent in it.
"To simply be an Immortal does not make one a Caeleste, we have very distinct traits...much like the various types of mortals. Firstly, we have the power to know another language by merely hearing it once. A type of high level telepathic resonance, if you will," he explained. Blossom nodded. That's how Bubbles could speak Spanish and Squirrel, that part of her powers was active. It's why they, all three of them, somehow understood English fluently the moment they were born. It would explain how Aku learned Japanese, and how he suddenly knew English after being reborn in America.
"Secondly...we can transform. I'm sure you noticed the mirrors? Caelestis can change their bodies in various ways, it's a tremendous power. But...we cannot change who we are, and our reflection shows that. Disappointing really, but even after aeons, no one has found a way around it..." he trailed off, contemplating his own lecture.
"What else? Do you all talk so much?" Blossom asked, growing impatient. Something about the Prince of Pain rubbed her the wrong way. He reminded her of...she jumped back, barely avoiding an explosive laser blast from Hookocho's eyes.
"Various other powers...we are also known for our lack of tolerance for self-righteous mortals," Hookocho threw his cape back and returned to his throne, sitting gingerly and crossing his legs. Another glass of wine appeared in his hand.
"I didn't come here for a lecture! I came here to find the Soul Collector. Will you tell me where he is?" Blossom asked forcefully. She stored away what he had told her, though. She'd need to confront Aku about it, for sure.
"You need one, girl. Did you not listen to a word I said? Your world is an inconvenient speed bump to our conflicts, and you still want to get involved?" He and Blossom locked eyes; neither blinked or looked away. Hookocho sneered and sipped his wine, "Get out of here, girl, I've decided I don't want to play with that miserable, pathetic fool," Chamberlain had finally had enough of Hookocho's jabs at Aku and stepped forward, pointing a sword at the Prince of Pain's face.
"That is enough! You will submit to the Sovereign's demands!" Chamberlain barked. Hookocho pursed his lips and held up his hand. Chamberlain growled and dove at Hookocho, merging his blades into one massive attack. Hookocho snapped his fingers and the air in front of his lit up blue and hardened. The moment Chamberlain struck it, the air exploded and released a small concussive blast that sent him careening into Blossom. Blossom caught Chamberlain, who groaned and climbed out of her arms, embarrassed.
"My Lady, allow me to confront this wretch, in our Sovereign's name," Blossom grabbed Chamberlain's shoulder and pulled him back.
"You don't stand a chance against him, Chamberlain," Hookocho smirked; Blossom narrowed her eyes, "I'll get the answer from him, in my name," Hookocho frowned and laced his fingers. Blossom began to glow, a pink light rising from her skin. Her eyes caught on fire and her teeth sharpened. Hookocho flinched, his eyes widening. The girl was more powerful than he had expected. He frowned and got to his feet.
"What are you, girl?" He asked, barely dodging Blossom's first strike. She spun in mid air and unleashed a devastating punched that split the tower they were standing on. Hookocho growled and held out his hands. The star lights around him lit up and a rain of blue and purple dark light shot from the vacuum at Blossom. She weaved in and out of the blasts, closing in on Hookocho in seconds. He dodged her vicious attack, grimacing. She took another swing at him, the shock wave caused by the punch taking out the bridge leading to the mirror. Hookocho reappeared in his throne, still grimacing. Blossom took note that he was holding his side gingerly.
"What's wrong? Done already? We just started, Hookocho," She taunted. The Prince of Pain chuckled through his pain and stood up straight. He unhooked his armor and let it fall to the ground.
"An old wound acting up...damn you, Peepers, I had hoped I wouldn't need to do this. Fine, girl, let me show you the real face of pain!" Hookocho howled and his body became engulfed in dark light. His bones snapped and cracked, his fingers growing even longer and sharper. His back stretched and grew, the skin splitting as two more appendages rose out from his skin. His boots melted into his skin; he grew taller and his feet began to change, become wicked talons. His face stretched and spread, his teeth grew out becoming massive fangs, stretching passed his chin. With another howl, the dark light exploded and Hookocho sat, perched on his throne, cackling.
He was over twenty feet tall, with massive talons for feet, and hideous claws for hands, each one as big as Blossom herself. His lower jaw had grown out and his mouth was now big enough to eat a person whole, with foot long, razor sharp teeth. Toxic venom dripped from his mouth, melting into the floor as it fell. The strangest thing about his new form, though, where the massive wings, like a butterfly, growing from his back. His wings were vibrantly glowing with twisting shades of blue and purple dark light. He fixed his hundreds of eyes on Blossom and giggled, a quaking, yet high-pitched hissing laugh.
"You should consider yourself lucky, I haven't cast off my mask in millenia, little girl. You'll be the first devoured by the Prince of Pain in so long!" He howled, releasing a massive sonic wave at the two. Blossom shoved Chamberlain out of the way and took the full force of the attack. It struck her head like a thousand nails on a chalkboard, and tore into her skin like a million foot long needles. She screamed as it exploded and sent her careening into the vacuum of space. Hookocho appeared, suddenly, and snatched her in his claws. Cackling, he slammed her into a new platform, which seemed to appear from nowhere.
"Welcome to the big leagues, little girl! What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Hookocho laughed and coughed a stream of toxic venom at Blossom. She tore her way through the metal floor and pulled herself free, but not before the vomit hit her leg, tearing into her skin and melting through her shoe entirely. She screamed and stumbled back, gasping and holding her head. Hookocho screamed again, but, despite the pain in her leg, Blossom dove out of the way. He was already waiting for her, though, and caught her with his eye lasers, blasting her through the platform, and another, and another, until she crashed into the, now rebuilt, original platform. Chamberlain clambered to her side.
"My Lady! You can't fight him, allow me!" He begged. Blossom hissed and batted Chamberlain away. She grabbed her head and snarled. She pressed her hands against her eyes, firing pouring out between her fingers. Hookocho came out of the sky and slammed into her, driving her into the platform. He perched on the back of his throne and laughed again.
"I'd forgotten how fun you mortals could be! So pathetic, but so willful! We'll break that!" He stretched his arms and wings out. The stars overhead lit up with new dark light. Blossom, still clutching her head, couldn't see to avoid it. With a scream, Hookocho unleashed the dark lights, raining down a stream of blasts on Blossom. Blast after blast of atomic magic collided with her, their explosions only barely drowning out her screams of pain and Hookocho's sadistic laughter.
He ceased the barrage and sauntered over to her. He dug around in the crater, grinning when he found her and pulled her loose. Blossom was a mess, covered in blood and burns. She grit her teeth and grabbed his hand, only managing to escape by tearing her dress in half. She lay on her hands and knees, gasping for air. She screamed and fell forward, clutching her head.
"The sky song got to you, didn't it, girl?" Hookocho taunted, fluttering closer, "Has that affect on all weaklings, don't feel bad. And don't worry, I promise I won't kill you right away...I haven't had this much fun in a long time!" He lashed out at her again, claws gleaming in the dark light.
"My Lady!" Chamberlain cried. He and Hookocho gasped, when Blossom's hand shot out and caught Hookocho's massive claw, holding it back. Blossom slowly climbed to her feet, snarling and shaking. Fire poured from her eyes and power poured from her body. Her arm had turned solid black, her fingers had become powerful claws. She looked down at her other hand, just the same as the first. She ground her fangs and closed her eyes tight. With a scream, she threw a punch at Hookocho, her arm transforming into a wicked blade just as it hit, piercing his middle. He screamed and fell back, clutching his chest with one arm. The other, remained trapped in Blossom's grip.
"You can change?! But...the mirror!" Hookocho screamed. Blossom only screamed and threw him across the platform, crashing through his throne. She thrust both arms out, transforming them into twin swords. Still sputtering and growling, she charged at Hookocho.
Hookocho stood up, albeit slowly. He took a deep breath, only to lose it when the Powerpuff girl collided with him. She lashed out at him with absolute ferocity. The blades sliced through his skin easily, too easily. Every blow hit harder and fiercer than the last, smashing Hookocho's bones and bruising his nigh invincible hide. He managed to dodge a massive swing from Blossom and hit her with another sonic scream. To his horror, she was undeterred. No, if anything, she only seemed angrier.
"This isn't possible..." he muttered. He screamed again; this time, Blossom screamed back. Her own sonic scream overwhelmed his and threw him off the platform. Like a pink streaming meteor, she collided with Hookocho and drove him into the next platform. He tore away, gasping hysterically. It was worse than Peepers. The dog had just crushed his astral projection. No, this girl was here, fighting him. And she was determined to kill him.
"Le-Let's talk about this...just a moment," he sputtered. Blossom lowered her arms, her swords shifting back into hands. With a grin, Hookocho released his dark light blast once more. Blossom snarled and screamed, blasting him with her heat rays. The rays of light were so great, so bright, Chamberlain could feel the heat from the throne tower. The nuclear, explosive blasts drove Hookocho deeper and deeper into the void of his own realm, tearing apart his hide. Mustering the last of his strength, he managed the strength to teleport himself back to the throne tower. Just as he appeared, he was slammed into the throne, with Blossom's sword arm at his throat.
"I am done playing your games. Tell me where the Soul Collector is!" she barked. Hookocho nodded, struggling to pry her away from him. She shoved him against his throne once more and stood up straight, allowing her arms to return to normal. Hookocho, too weak to maintain his true form, reverted to his more human form. He clutched his chest wound, made worse by her damned heat rays.
"First...tell me...what are you?" he asked. He winced when Blossom looked down at her hands.
She took a deep breath, "My name is Blossom Utonium, I'm a Powerpuff girl. And maybe I'm not a goddess, but you, oh mighty Caeleste, you're the insect here. Now answer me!"
Hookocho nodded and choked down a weak breath, "The Heart of Hatred. From what I could see...when he was cast into the Realm of Hatred, he was sealed at the Heart of Hatred...but, there's something else. Something horrible followed him. I...I wouldn't even dare to go there," he finally confessed. Blossom snorted and started back to the mirror.
"Let's go Chamberlain," she called. The demon nodded, throwing one last look at Hookocho. The Caeleste watched them approach the mirror and coughed.
"You like that form, don't you? You're beautiful," he called. Blossom froze and looked down at her hands. She touched her breasts once more and thought of Aku. Hookocho grinned, his fangs gleaming in the dark light, "I'm glad,"
Blossom glared at him, then, dragging Chamberlain with her, stepped through the mirror.
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