Versatile: Alternate World

It wasn't obvious at first since the Bishop is old and a mature old man. But it became more apparent after he continued to use his abilities. His blonde hair streak is slowly turning white. The wrinkles that are not so obvious to see on his face are showing up, and his face doesn't look like he was old and has shown a lot of aging process from it. The dark powers he is using are also getting weaker as well that the pressure from the beginning is also getting a lot weaker as well.

"See, Atlas? It's not that hard to deal with him. Even if you just hold out for a few more minutes, he will die naturally. It's not that hard you know?" Lucia grinned.

"How should I know about that? His powers are something I have not witnessed in my life so it's obvious I am clueless about it. You, on the other hand, are a different story."

"Haha, well who cares? We will have to deal with this guy as soon as possible anyway. You fight against him, while I fend you off those tentacle monsters. We will get the support of Master and the others so I think it should be a fair trade-off."

"Heh, I should be able to handle that much, let's get this old man to receive his little medicine!"

"Good! Master! Back us up and we will be done in no time. We shouldn't let you tire yourself since the big boss is just up ahead. We should instead deal with these guys, alright? Besides, we also wanted to get some experience as well. It's not fair you are already so high level while we remain a little bit on the lower side," Lucia pouted.

"No worries. The others and I are right just behind your back. As for the level, don't worry. We can power-level you all later on."

Lucia smiled and spread her hands and the flaming arena of flames appeared to cover our whole area, closing the area we are fighting with, far from the grasp of the others. The only one who is inside the arena is the bishop and my companions. Sigma and the others are stuck outside since they are assisting the others to deal with the rising undead that the Bishop summoned himself.

"You all have chosen death!"

The Bishop, despite losing a lot of his age visually still retains some of his vitality earlier. He opened up his wings and started to fly up in the air, trying to push through the arena of flames to escape from us. But Lucia is the ruler of this arena. Her arena, her rules, and even I have no exceptions to these rules.

"Do you really think escaping is easy enough since you have wings? Well, have a taste of my flames, perhaps I can turn you into a fried chicken once you are burnt enough," Lucia waved her hand and the arena that doesn't cover the sky with flames decided to cover it up, stopping the Bishop from flying a bit further.

"Tch!" the bishop is irritated but he decided to push on and aim his scepter at the ceiling, releasing a little bit of dark beam to fire at the flames of the arena. He thought it would be very easy to break out from the place with his abilities. Only to find out that that wasn't the case.

Instead of exploding and destroying the flame ceiling, the flames welcomed the beam, absorbed it, and remained the same. It didn't even make a ruckus like some minor explosion to signify the impact. Nothing at all. Just a little sound of the beam firing off and the flames crackling as it swallowed the beam like it was nothing.

Seeing the result, the Bishop stopped and fired a few more, not content with the first result. But as much as he want to deny it, the beam didn't do any impact. It was instead muffled to nothingness.

"Come back here you old faggot!" Lucia snapped her fingers and the flames erupted around the Bishop, causing the flames to catch the wings he is using to fly up.

"AHHH! F*CK F*CK F*CK!"

The flames immediately burned through his wings and didn't even leave anything to aid him back from flying once more. The only thing is that Lucia didn't burn him as a whole but just his wings. Causing him to fall after his wings are gone, the old man realized it and started screaming as he plummets down from the sky.

Atlas who was waiting for him to reach the height manageable for him leaps into the air and kicks the old man in the abdomen as hard as he can and sending him flying into the ground, creating a crater with the old man still struggling and still conscious.

"Damn, I kicked him without holding back but he is still conscious of that?"

"Angels have stronger bodies than humans, elves, and demons. And although they are a bit inferior in terms of body sturdiness than the Insect People, they are quite tenacious so don't think that kicking earlier would deal much to him. More like you just gave him a lot of pain to suffer with," I explained.

The Bishop puked some blood from that kick. It was not a good thing for him as he felt sh*t after that kick and yet he is still conscious. Despite his tenacious body, with his body aging, the injury was too harsh for him to handle he cannot even move much anymore due to injury.

"Master. Perhaps it is time to gain some answers from him regarding the pope while he was like this. It would be a good idea to gather intel that would be useful for us once we face and battle the pope later?" Lucia asked.

"I will not talk-" before he can continue to talk, Atlas kicked him again, causing him to groan in pain.

"You are not permitted to talk unless we ask a question, old man. You are at our mercy here," Atlas put down his sword to the ground, right next to the face of the bishop still groaning in pain.

Indeed. This is the perfect opportunity to get intel against the final boss. Since I never get to see the Pope even in the past timeline, I am not sure whether this boss would be a threatening one or not. I don't even know whether he was that much of a big deal or not.

"Tell me everything you knew about the Pope's identity and abilities. Speak while we are lenient here."

"I will not- AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" The bishop screamed in pain as flames scaled his body after a whip-like flame landed on his skin.

"Failure to comply with information would end you up dead at this point, old man. Just hurry it up and talk," Lucia threatened the Bishop and yet the old man is stubborn.

"Pieces of sh*t! Even if I die, I will not betray the Pope! AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"

Lucia continues to whip him with flames. Even if I am just watching and not experiencing it, I can feel the pain every time it lands on his skin. It's already painful to feel get scalded when cooking and burned at times and yet, this old man withstood the pain like a champ. I don't know whether I would feel a little bit guilty or not from this.

"Our patience is running thin, old man. Just give it up. The pope you keep preaching to save you will not save you at all. Your powers will not save you in this situation. Give it up."

"...Fine... Fine! I will talk! So stop that whip!"

He was about to open his mouth when the scepter that was previously the item he used for releasing the power of the darkness started to shake and release a black smoke that immediately went to the old man's mouth and forcefully intrude his body as it eventually passes through his nose, ears, and eyes as well.

"Lucia! Try burning that!"

Lucia immediately waved her flames to the smoke but it didn't do anything and just continued to pour through the bishop who was screaming. Atlas was quicker in thinking and immediately stomped his foot on the scepter's end and smash the thing to pieces, stopping the black smoke from appearing.

"How was the Bishop?" I asked Lucia who was watching the situation unfold but she only hooked her head and reveals the Bishop's body, or should I say former body as the remains of it has turned into a black goop, only leaving his clothes and his skeleton on its wake with the black goop spreading on the ground.

"Just what was that?" Atlas is confused.

"I knew it. This is the work of a lost black magic art during the Primordial times. Master, the boss is likely a practitioner of demonic practices and are already signed up with contract to an evil entity."