[hope is busy with casting something, and it doesn't register that lavi shouted for her. maybe it's a healing spell? you guys could probably use it.
but the ice from mathis hits true - it jabs raphael in the neck, and he pauses, looking startled - like it shouldn't have gone through. like maybe the pillars were protecting him. it puts him off balance enough for lavi to swing the hammer directly into the guy's ribs, cracking them, shattering them. he chokes, looking... terrified? for the first time, he looks like he realizes he might be in trouble.
and behind them, ashlyn yells at the top of her lungs - hope!
hope releases her spell. all of you heal up enough that you can stand, that you can finish this, that you can take down the devil in his own home. but it isn't his home, is it? it's not his house. it's hope's house. glorious, brilliant hope, the thing that keeps you alive, the thing that keeps you going. your chests are tight and burning with the ticking time bombs inside them, but even that can't stand up to it. you'll be okay. you will. everything will be alright in the end.
with that warmth driving him, rondo swings his sword, with all the might of every guardian of the flame who came before him, and the blade slides clean through raphael's heart, lavi's hammer knocking the devil back into it.
there's a silence, as raphael chokes on his own blood. the same used to make deals, used to enslave people who didn't know any better, who couldn't pass up what he had to offer.
and then he explodes - in one last burst of glorious hellfire, raining down upon all of you.
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but the ice from mathis hits true - it jabs raphael in the neck, and he pauses, looking startled - like it shouldn't have gone through. like maybe the pillars were protecting him. it puts him off balance enough for lavi to swing the hammer directly into the guy's ribs, cracking them, shattering them. he chokes, looking... terrified? for the first time, he looks like he realizes he might be in trouble.
and behind them, ashlyn yells at the top of her lungs - hope!
hope releases her spell. all of you heal up enough that you can stand, that you can finish this, that you can take down the devil in his own home. but it isn't his home, is it? it's not his house. it's hope's house. glorious, brilliant hope, the thing that keeps you alive, the thing that keeps you going. your chests are tight and burning with the ticking time bombs inside them, but even that can't stand up to it. you'll be okay. you will. everything will be alright in the end.
with that warmth driving him, rondo swings his sword, with all the might of every guardian of the flame who came before him, and the blade slides clean through raphael's heart, lavi's hammer knocking the devil back into it.
there's a silence, as raphael chokes on his own blood. the same used to make deals, used to enslave people who didn't know any better, who couldn't pass up what he had to offer.
and then he explodes - in one last burst of glorious hellfire, raining down upon all of you.
raphael is dead. and hope is alive.]