The golden trail of light zipped through the morning sky. Everyone could see it, from the magical girls standing outside the old school building, to the EAST agents circling the mountain in their plans, to the students looking outside of their dorm windows. Everyone on campus could see the girl making her way up to the battle with the dragon and the moth girl.
Beatrix herself zoomed quicker than she had before, making it up to where her friend was in no time at all. She grabbed onto her, catching the moth girl bridal style.
Eleanor gasped and grabbed around her friend’s neck as she looked down to the ground, and then back up to her friend. “Bea…? How did you? Since when could you fly?”
“Well, technically its not flying” she said, tapping her foot against the star-shaped platform. “But I could when you asked for it. I think I get it now. I’m not able to make wishes on these stars, like I could when I had Starnight and Starbright. The combination of Starlight and Starbright means that I grant the wishes of others. I wasn’t able to fly until you asked for my help.”
“Wow, that’s cool,” she said, but gasped “look out!”
Beatrix let the star drop down below them, causing them to free fall following it. She looked over her shoulder toward Hectorephes, and narrowed her eyes. “Why are you attacking Eleanor!?” she shouted.
The dragon let out a mighty roar, threatening to deafen her, but she did not move her hands from her friend, in fear of dropping her. During the bellow, she could hear a voice in her head. “Trixie. It isn’t me. I’m sorry.”
Trixie’s mind flashed back to when she saw Eleanor first swatted away by Hectorephes. The moth girl flew down from the disappearing battle beast, her mission accomplished perfectly, but she was not alone descending from the remains of the giant robot. The shadow that had possessed it slipped from the glowing blue butterflies, and flew down directly toward her! That was until the large form of Hectorephes flew straight into the way. The shadow made contact with him and entered, forcibly, into his mind.
Beatrix frowned. “I’m sorry, Trickstar…” she sighed, and then asked Eleanor. “Can you fly?”
“Y-yeah, but what about you? We’re fall-iiiiiiing!” she had to finish her sentence with a scream as Beatrix tossed her away. The falling magical girl spun toward the dragon and held her hands out. “You know this will hurt!” she shouts, shooting a laser light up toward the dragon.
The light struck at Hectorephes, and the dragon disappated into tongues of black flame.
Tears filled Beatrix’s eyes as she saw him puff in smoke, but gasped when the more humanoid Hectorephes flew downwards, straight at her. His eyes glowed with a bright red, and his claws were ready to rend her flesh up and personal.
The star platform swooped down under Beatrix and carried her off away from him. “Whatever you are, you’d better get out of my familiar right now, or I’ll blast you into oblivion!”
“Oblivion…?” she heard echoing through her head. “How appropriate,” the voice continued. “But you know nothing of oblivion. It would be the kindness gift you could ever give to one like me.” He spread the dragon’s wings and held his hands out, orbs of darkness glowing in his palms. He clapped his hands together, sending out swirling spirits of darkness toward her. “One who defies me does not deserve such preferential treatment! Your end will not follow until you experience the utmost agony!”
Beatrix clapped her hands together and produced her staff. She then spun it around like a fan. The high motion deflected the dark shots, sending them off a few feet before they dissipated in a mournful cry. She shuddered after hearing those sounds.
“Unnerved?” he asked, his voice coming from right behind her. She spun around and swung her staff. The weapon stopped inches from the dragon’s humanoid face as he reached up and grabbed it. “You may join them sometime, if you cling so desperately to existence. That is the fate of all who fail.”
“Fail at what?” she asked, dissipating the staff and shoving her right hand up against his face, unleashing a blast of light straight at him. She’s pushed back from the blast, but he remained stationary.
With the light clearing, it was clear that the light did nothing. “It’s no use,” he spoke in a low rumble of a voice. “Your precious familiar is no longer here. His body is mine to command, and his mind rests from the ceaseless fighting that he had to endure in both of his lives. Do you not realize now that you are fighting in a battle much older than even your world? If no one else could stop the end, what makes you think you can as well?”
“I’m not here to stop the end.” She said, planting her feet firmly on her star. With a tap of her foot, she was enveloped with a golden light and shot forward toward him once more. “I’m here to stop YOU!” she jumped up from her platform at the last moment and raised her knee. With the sheer speed at which she moved, the impact came in as a surprise for the possessed dragon. He doubled over, his red eyes widened as he coughed up dark droplets that fell from his mouth. Some of it splashed onto Beatrix’s face, but the rest dropped down out of the sky to the ground below.
She followed up the attack with a jump and a spinning kick, knocking him by the face. “I’m tired of you hiding behind innocent people! If you want to destroy me, then get it over with. Stop with this game and do it already!”
The dragon plummeted down, but she kept chase, holding her hand back and producing her staff in it. “What do you have to say to that idea, huh?”
Hectorephes righted himself and sucked in a lot of air, but Beatrix kept flying towards him. Even when he expelled a blast of dark flame, she kept it up, letting the fire burn at her uniform and her flesh. She hopped off of the star post and threw the staff like a javelin, striking him once more in the stomach.
He let out a pained groan and spun around, holding his stomach.
“I’ll make existing in him so painful for you, you’ll have no choice but to leave!” she shouted, landing once again on her star platform and swooping down by his tail. She used her momentum to pull him along with the flying disc. She stops suddenly and usesthe star to spin aroun din the air. She holds tightly to his tail, keeping up the momentum. “If you can hear me, Tricks, I don’t mean to hurt you, but if you’re sore in the morning, you can totally blame me!”
“Your friend cannot hear you. He is too far within to be let out. The darkness consumes him, like it did back in his home world. When I made him destroy everything he held dear. I will do the same thing now!” The spirit let out an aura of darkness that pushed Beatrix back away from it. It then flapped its wings to steady itself and flew straight for her. “But he is not too far gone to watch as I rip you in two!”
He prepared his claws, revealing his sharp teeth as he drew close with a wicked grin. She did not run. Instead, she pushed forward once more, her staff held out in both hands in front of her, creating a bar that would separate the two. She pushed the bar up against his outstretched hands and pushes against him with her incredible speed, knocking his hands back and pressing the pole against his neck.
“If he’s there enough to see me, he’s there enough to hear me. Trickstar, Hectorephes, whoever you are. You’re my friend, my partner. I’m not going to let him do this to you, especially if he forced you to do this before. You hear me?”
“An admirable declaration,” the shadow responded, “but ultimately futile. Even if you do somehow free him, there are many other ways which I can initiate the end of this world. Even if everyone is prepared for my coming, there is nothing they can do. I have already completed my task.”
By the time he finished that statement, the two of them already crashed into the ground, the dragon’s body pinned down against the ground. Beatrix lay on top of him, pinning him down by sitting on him and keeping the pole against his throat. “Show’s what you know,” she said. “You never faced me before. I’m not going to let you win, even if we play the long game. You made this personal,” she pushed the pole harder against his throat “and I hate it when people drag me into their fights. You’ll never win as long as I have a say in it.”
The dragon let out a croak and pushed up harder against the pole, giving himself some room to breath. “There is no winning. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone.”
“Your attitude is really starting to piss me off!,” she said. “I have you down. The others are going to be coming now, and you’ll be surrounded by a legion of security guards and a bunch more pissed off magical girls.”
“No mere girl can defeat me.”
“Oh, you are NOT going to star playing that card” she said, shoving it down against his throat.
He thrashed about and took quick shallow breaths. “Trixie…” his voice sounded so much like Trickstar’s, but she didn’t let up. “You’ll… you’ll kill him,” he said. “I… I want you to know that he’s alright with that,” he admitted. But he knows that you won’t. Especially since he’s the only one who can help you find out what happened to your father.”
Her eyes widened and her grip lightened. “W… what? But…”
That was enough for him to push her off and pull himself back up to stand up. “He’s been working it out since you two first met. He knew how important the doll was to you, so when you were sleeping, he would go out and do whatever he could to find out what happened to your father. Isn’t it just precious?”
“Don’t you…” she pushed herself up quickly, readying her pole. “don’t you make fun of him.”
“And why not? He is nothing but a doll. Your familiar, a tool you ‘Magical Girls’ use to achieve the power you seek.
“No… he’s not a tool. He’s my friend. You don’t know what we’ve been through together!
“Oh, but I do,” he stepped forward, slowly. “I know everything he’s seen, and feel everything that he’s felt. And he’s felt a lot, ‘Trixie.”
“You’re not allowed to call me that. Only two people can.”
“Yes, the men closest to you… your father, and your”
“Shut up!” she slapped her pole against his face. It struck against his cheek, and he made no moves to defend himself. Spit and blood flew out of his mouth as he was smacked aside. He then looked to her with those demonic red eyes. “What’s the matter? Hit me again. Show me that pain that you promised that would make me want to leave his body. What? Do you think mere physical wounds would scare me off?” He grabbed the pole when she didn’t move and squeezed hard against the magical weapon. The weapon cracked under the pressure of his grip. “I have felt pain the likes you will never understand, unless I show it to you. What you experience now is but a mote in the sea of torment my very existence brings, and now… I will show you more.
“No…” Trixie shook. “Its not working, but…” she looked to him, then let go of the pole. “If that doesn’t work… then… ‘Hectorephes! You better be the one feeling this!” she said, and with that, she ran up to him. The demon snickered, but soon was silenced as her lips pressed against the dragon’s, sending a spark of recognition through the dragon’s mind.