Eliza In The Flesh!: the call of godspawn. VIII

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, duchess,” the godspawn used her title to mock her. “But you aren’t my only guest—” Eliza blinked her eyes, and the perfect, model child was standing right in front of her where the godspawn’s face should be. 

(“But battles do not seek winners.”)

Eliza scowled knowing better than to trust what she saw. “—and you will most certainly not be my last.”

 

“But you have options, Elizabeth,” the girl said sweetly. “Peaceful options.” Eliza watched as two exotic arms stretched out from the girl’s shadow, but when she looked up, she saw that no such things extended from her back. 

(“Only who remains.”)

“There’s tons of people just dying to meet you—” Eliza gave her a hook punch to her nose and she stumbled to the side, hissing in pain. 

(“So heed this warning, to the knight, to the crow, to the thief, to the duchess.”)

 

The godspawn dropped her facade. “YOU BEEF-HEADED PIG!” she screamed at her. Her knife-hands turned back into regular hands as she clutched her nose. Blood dripped down from her face.

(“You will not win against the conqueror of death.”)

She swung again, hoping to smear some of the blood on her gloved hand. Maybe her memory wasn’t the brightest, but she could recall brief details about an “eldritch working.”

 

(“You can only abstain it.”)

 

Eldritch working. Eldritch working. Eldritch working. The words burned themselves into her skull as the girl lunged at her in a blind rage, not even bothering to adjust her arms. Eldritch working. She racked her mind for some sort of clue or reminder. Blood. She needed the godspawn’s blood.

 

Eliza looked down at the glove in her hand, soaked in its palms and fingertips was a fresh stain of blood that, thankfully, was not hers. Then something about a sign. No. A sigil. She needed to draw a sigil that reflected the monster’s extra dimensional nature. Sweat trickled down her forehead as the girl stretched out her arms and tried to claw at her face.

 

All she needed to do was figure out a sigil that represented a ghost girl with four limbs and telekinetic powers who lives in a creepy house filled with ghosts trapped in glass mirrors while her eyes were being gouged out! Thank you, mysterious book in the library!