The God of Earth pissed himself with fear. This wasn't like the game anymore. He wouldn't just respawn and have to go regrind levels. A fact that has been proven to be true in abundance extremely recently. His eyes transfixed on the still, lifeless body of his friend… The god of life. Crippled with a paralyzing fear he could no longer feel anything… Including the blood soaked hand appearing from the center of his torso. His voice left him… Slowly drooping his head as if to count the drops of blood. Proving to be a fruitless effort once each drop fell, absorbed by the pool of blood and piss underneath him.
Night Silver had zero mercy for them now. They had masqueraded as her friends, and used this to kill those she couldn't help but see through the eyes of a loving mother. There were a few exceptions among the elven adults where she felt a desire to play with them in a different manner. However, it didn't matter which of these two feelings she had for the deceased elves… The need to obtain justice was overwhelming, even amping her stats to a degree she never had with the job classes she had once lost in the game.
The last of the four gods that remained upright watched on feeling an intense anger come over him. His blood boiled with a fiery rage over his friends being killed one after the other, like dominoes. Even with this intense anger, his fear went with hardly any easement as his knees clanged against each other in his shaky motions.
"With this, there are less of you monsters remaining." Night Silver said, pulling her arm out of the god of earth's dying body, his body collapsing to the floor to bathe in his own fluids. "You could have avoided this situation had you just been responsible and kind. Instead you thought yourselves better than others, and even poisoned many minds with your fascist superiority complex…" She grumbled angrily as tears fell from eyes. I really wanted them to be friends. But now… I've cut them down…
"I've had enough of your shit! You think we're bad? What about you? You just killed three of us and so many humans. YOU'RE NO SAINT YOURSELF!" The god of fire shouted, then the look in his eyes weakened as he realized what he just said… I'm the last one remaining, I can't kill a freak like her! Why did things end up this way?! DAMN IT!... "DAMN IT ALL! FUCK ALL THE ELVES! THEY DESERVE TO BE SLAVES BENEATH US… INCLUDING YOU! YOU BITCH!" He continued shouting in his empty rage, attempting to force himself to move.
"Huh, it seems like the fire within you is weak and petering out. Like a candle in a rainstorm. Put out by the calmness of the cold rain." Night Silver said having a hard time not laughing at the irony. "I'll let you live… If you can apologize properly for what you've done. And swear to make amends. I could be persuaded… Maybe…" She continued, extending an olive branch.
In reality this olive branch was nothing more than a thorny noose. My real goal is to humiliate this crazy asshole before I kill him. The more I kill here, the less they can procreate.
"Oh? Really? You'd spare my life?" The god of fire asked, his last thread of vain hope finally coming to the surface. "I'm… No! I'm not sorry. I'd force millions of your children into slavery and do all manner of things to them! No elf deserves to be treated as anything more than a plaything for us humans. I as the God of Fire hereby declare it! A divine Decree!" He yelled, snapping back to his hopeless self. "[Triple Summon Greater Fire Elemental!] [Fire Stream] [Scorching Tornado] [Flare Burst]" He called out the names of multiple spells in rapid succession. One of these spells has to do something to her.
"Oh my, I guess I should fight back. First… I'll get rid of this golem. So annoying…" Night Silver said, exasperated as she raised her hand to the Siege Golem. "10th tier [Dryas Drive], 10th tier [Create Concentrated Acid]." She called out her spells. Coating herself in a thick green aura boosting her magic even further. And then a blob of acid fell atop the golem eroding its way through every piece of the hulking giant.
Through the multitude of fire spells, the god of fire managed to see moments like still images, each updating the condition of the Siege Golem. First the Golem looked fine, the next image it had what could only be described as a void in the metal, its body was constructed with… The next moment he saw what appeared to be a skeletal frame of the Siege Golem… And then it was gone, reduced to nothing more than an empty space. How? The fuck? That was a level 100 Siege Golem! That's almost on par with a level 100 dragon raid boss! 95 maybe? No, definitely 100, right? Then in the next moment he saw a sinisterly smiling face staring directly at him…FUCK! Shit! OH FUCK! OH SHIT!
Night Silver began walking towards the god of fire, slowly… Methodically, sexualizing every single step as she took them. Oh yes… This feels so good. All this beauty and he'll never get the chance to experience it. Now that makes me feel… Sooo damn good! She gently waved an arm to the side, dispelling the flames… Now the only thing left to remember the flames were the scorch markings and small potted plants currently burning… I don't much care for these fools now anyway. They aren't like Sister Water, she actually cares to preserve this world's beauty and prevent it from experiencing a similar decline as our previous world. These other four are just pretenders to the idea.
Night Silver was now standing directly in front of a gassed out god of fire. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick and painless." He muttered, as he tried to reach for a potion and then gave up knowing it wouldn't work.
"Ha, you're the only one who bothered to put up any resistance. Killing you quickly and painlessly wouldn't be fair to such courage." Night Silver giggled in a cute tone, completely different to the tone of battle "Prepare yourself, scum… Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." She smiled joyfully.
The screams of bloody murder echoed through the halls, a testament to his lung capacity…
Then…
Silence…