HP: god of potions

Chapter 69

And Trigon, the unshakable, the unconquerable, felt it. For the first time in his countless eons of existence, Trigon felt fear. "Blasphemous!" Trigon bellowed, his voice shaking the heavens themselves. His fury drowned out the fleeting tremor of fear as he unleashed a maelstrom of chaos magic, twisting the reality around them into an unrecognizable nightmare. The ground melted and reformed, the sky burned crimson, and space itself warped as torrents of magic cascaded upon Grey.

Grey's body was battered further as his enhanced physiology strained to withstand the onslaught. Bones cracked under the pressure, his skin burned and mended in an endless cycle as the Boundless Renewal Elixir fought to keep him alive. He gritted his teeth, refusing to yield even as Trigon's assault tore into him, threatening to unmake his very form.

Before Trigon could deliver a decisive blow, a blinding streak of light slammed into him with a force that shook the corrupted landscape. The impact sent Trigon hurtling backward, his colossal form skidding across the ground. "Back off!" a familiar voice shouted, echoing with power and determination. Grey looked up through the haze of pain to see Rachel, her figure glowing with righteous energy as she stood defiantly between him and her father. She had taken on her demonic form, her power radiating dangerously. "You took your sweet ass time, Rachel," Grey muttered as he struggled to rise. Seeing him bleeding and battered, Rachel's anger boiled over.

"Why won't you just let me be happy?" she snarled, her voice reverberating with raw emotion. As she spoke, her form began to grow, her size expanding until she overshadowed even her father. Trigon mirrored her transformation, his own stature increasing as he let out a low, menacing laugh. "Indeed, daughter," he said mockingly. "You shall be the one to lead my conquest against all of existence." Rachel's eyes burned with defiance as she clenched her fists, her aura flaring violently. "Not a chance," she growled. Her response was met with a derisive smirk from Trigon, who regarded her with the arrogance of an eternal conqueror.

Rachel struck first, her Soul-Self erupting from her chest in the form of a massive black raven. It shrieked as it charged at Trigon, slamming into him with the force of a tempest. Trigon countered with a hellfire blast, the searing flames clashing against the raven's form and forcing it back. Rachel retaliated, summoning dark tendrils from the ground that coiled around Trigon's limbs. He tore through them effortlessly, his immense strength overpowering her constructs. As Rachel summoned bursts of cursed fire and eldritch energy, Trigon raised his hand, conjuring a shield of hellfire that absorbed the attacks. With a swipe of his massive clawed hand, he sent a wave of dark energy hurtling toward her, the impact forcing her to stagger.

"You're still no match for me, daughter," Trigon sneered as he loomed over her. "Give up and join me." But Rachel refused to back down, her voice firm. "No." before she smiled, "I prefer trying the multiverse." She launched herself at him, channeling her empathic energy to siphon the darkness fueling his strength. For a brief moment, Trigon faltered, his laughter replaced by a grunt of irritation. He unleashed a shockwave that sent her flying, but Rachel teleported mid-air, reappearing above him with a blast of pyrokinesis that engulfed his head. Trigon roared in fury, his own fire countering hers as the corrupted land beneath them cracked and trembled from the sheer force of their clash.

Before Trigon could deliver a final blow, a new presence entered the battlefield. A blur of motion materialized beside Rachel, and in an instant, a fist connected with Trigon's jaw. The speed and force were so great that Trigon was sent flying, his colossal form crashing into the ground with an earth-shattering impact. Rachel turned, her glowing eyes wide in surprise as a new ally stood beside her, their presence radiating unmatched power. Trigon, shaking off the blow, rose from the rubble, his gaze narrowing. "This isn't over," he snarled, his tone filled with both rage and intrigue as the battle poised itself to continue.

[ Name: Demonification ]

[ Grade: Peak ]

[ Description: Crafted with level 8 Potion-Creation skill, this potion combines the blood of Anung Un Rama and the offspring of Trigon, and an enhanced Animagus. Upon consumption, it grants the user the permanent ability to transform into a demonic form. While in this form, the user's superhuman physiology is enhanced by 1,000%, granting immense strength, speed, durability, and stamina, the ability to alter their size and be resistant to reality warping.. The user also gains mastery over hellfire, capable of conjuring and controlling it at will. Furthermore, all magic cast by the user transforms into demonic magic, amplifying its potency and imbuing it with infernal properties. ]

[ Deterioration-Rate: 100%, the freshness of the potions ]

Grey's transformation loomed over the battlefield like an unstoppable storm, his massive frame radiating power as hellfire coiled around his fists. Rachel stood beside him, her demonic form glowing with dark energy, "this is what you were doing with my blood?" she asked as gray smiled while her Soul-Self rippling in anticipation. Trigon, towering and monstrous, stared at them both with disdain. "You truly believe you can oppose me?" he bellowed, his voice shaking the corrupted landscape. Grey smirked, raising a hellfire-clad fist. "We don't believe," he said, his voice echoing with power. "We know."

With a roar, the two charged simultaneously, their movements precise and in perfect harmony. Grey threw the first strike, his fist blazing with infernal fire as he drove it into Trigon's midsection. The impact sent a ripple through the air, the force cracking the ground beneath them. Trigon staggered slightly, but he retaliated swiftly, swinging a colossal arm. Rachel darted in front of Grey, her Soul-Self manifesting as a massive raven that absorbed the brunt of the blow. She retaliated with a surge of darkness, her energy construct lashing out like a whip, carving through Trigon's chest.

Grey seized the opening, chanting a demonic version of Incendio, which erupted as a spiraling pillar of black and red flames. The spell struck Trigon's face, forcing him to stumble back. Without hesitation, Rachel followed up, hurling an Eldritch Blast infused with her father's own infernal energy, the force hitting like a comet and leaving a deep gash in Trigon's shoulder. "Don't let him get up!" Rachel shouted, her voice resolute. Grey nodded, his movements fluid as he summoned a demonic Expelliarmus, its crimson energy ripping through the air and blasting Trigon's right hand. The force disarmed the reality-warping staff he had conjured moments ago, sending it spiraling away, "fight back, old man, fight back" he yelled while he continued to whale on trigon.

Trigon's fury erupted. "Enough!" he roared, his eyes glowing as he unleashed a shockwave of pure magical energy. Rachel shielded herself and Grey with a force field, but the sheer power sent cracks splintering across the barrier. Grey countered immediately, drawing a sigil in the air with his finger and chanting a demonic Protego Maxima. The barrier darkened and expanded, absorbing the shockwave completely before shattering into shards that rained down like molten glass. Grey turned the remnants into weapons, sending jagged shards flying toward Trigon.

The shards embedded themselves in Trigon's chest, eliciting a roar of rage. Rachel teleported above him, her form cloaked in black flames as she unleashed a barrage of hellfire meteors. Each one struck Trigon with explosive force, driving him to his knees. Grey joined the fray, his fists a blur as he pummeled Trigon's midsection with blows reinforced by a demonic Engorgio, amplifying his strength tenfold. Each strike sent shockwaves rippling across the ground, creating craters in the corrupted terrain.

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A/N amma be honest with you ya'll, i might have completely forgotten the demonic form since this is the only time i used it, but since i writing another war, then maybe i use that form again.