[Final Day] Boss Battle (Level 3)

[arsgoetia]

The world seems to invert, turning itself inside out—there is a dragging pressure, then a flickering light. All the while, you hear a screeching, dissonant roar—

You're no longer in the basement. You're on the roof of a building, stars twinkling overhead. Ahead of you, you see a . . . giant birdcage . . . in which Lucia Bellcourt sits, cursing a blue streak. And standing between you and it is . . .

Mithos . . . Yggdrasil . . . and a giant shadowy snake wooooo.

Sssssso, thissss issss how it endssss?

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[arsgoetia]

YOU SURE DO.

[bitchester]

—Does anyone know how pacts are ... handled in this world?

[arsgoetia]

"Did you want one?" Trail of snake venom being spat your way.

[bitchester]

I'm all set. How are you feeling?

[taking a couple steps back, and he pulls a gun from somewhere because it was there really]

[arsgoetia]

It does seem to be moving a little slow -- but perhaps that's just its size?

"Jussssst fine. Trusssst me, I'm a doctor."

[bitchester]

Suddenly, I'm glad Dad wasn't big on pediatric care.

[raising his gun and shooting as he moves closer. the shirt in his hand is balled up as he moves ...]

[arsgoetia]

The snake jerks with impacts of your bullets but slams his tail toward your side.

[bitchester]

[turns the gun quick and shoots, while taking a long step back away]

[arsgoetia]

The snake dodges that one, body arching. "Yesss, your father. He never did care much for you as kidsssss, did he?

[bitchester]

[stumbles back]

Why don't you come closer and try that one again?

[arsgoetia]

The snake rises up, kind of... a bit more sluggish than he had been. "You can't deny--" It spits venom in the middle of its phrase.

[bitchester]

—Shit.

[falls back quite ... ungracefully and grunts as he stands back up]

Aren't you hungry? There's a lot of food right here.

[arsgoetia]

"I'm very ... hungry..." Its words are coming more slurred than hissing, but it gathers itself regardless, aiming to strike at you with its tail and tenderize you a little.

[bitchester]

[the tenderizing works! Sam takes a huge gash and he does a lot of Sam Winchester grunting]

[arsgoetia]

Mmm delicious Sam Winchester grunting.

Here is when the snake PLANNED to swallow you whole but he has a throat full of holy water shirt spear instead and is writhing and wailing in font size 5.

[bitchester]

[oh yeah Sam threw his shirt at the snake for good measure, then!]

[arsgoetia]

That also hits and burns it obviously. The snake is writhing, but slow, sluggish, desperately unwell.

[bitchester]

[unloads the rest of his bullets into it]