Your Life Siren has failed to maintain the song Unbidden Wrath

You have resisted Life Siren’s Requisition.

Nilbog coughed up a mouthful of blood as he broke free from the things that had surrounded him. He spat red and black bile that sizzled when it touched the ground. A fire was growing under his shirt. He couldn’t find his breath.

Nilbog glanced up, his body still pressed against the ground, and then yelped as he saw the dagger come towards him. He rolled to the side, the dagger sinking into the ground inches from his face.

The Ash Goblin brought it up and tried again, but before he could bring it down Nilbog’s fist caught its jaw, knocking it back. It took 5 damage and fell to the ground, giving Nilbog just enough time to jump to his feet.

An unbearable headache rang in her head, yet he still moved forward. Swords, daggers, and spears were sprayed on the ground, but Nilbog could not reach for it. The last Ash Goblin stood with his club just a step out of striking range.

Waiting for it to attack was not an option. He had to do something before the other goblin got up.

The moment the Ash Goblin moved, Nilbog moved his hips to the side and swung his right hand the other way, attempting to hit the club on the side to direct it away from his body.

Except that was when it turned tail and ran. The other goblin did the same. At least a dozen corpses were spread around him.

Nilbog stared blankly, his brain frozen at the sheer amount of information he needed to process. Where can he even begin?

Give it back! A voice screamed at him. It kept pushing, wiggling against his chest, but he pushed back, his efforts boosted by Sentient Killer’s buffs.

He glanced down at his chest once it began to burn. A fire was growing in his heart.

Give it back. Now! She howled again, her voice echoing. He turned around to look for her, and nearly fell backward as a spirit lurched forward. She looked like a Shade. Hell, she was a shade. Her body was a concentrated mess of black and purple flames. She had no eyes, ears, or nose, and only the slightest indication of a mouth. It clutched his face tightly within its luminescent hands, the chill of its hands spreading frost across his skin. “Hand. It. Over.” she said, rage filling every syllable.

Nilbog held his stomach. He tried to hide it, but slowly, the chuckles escaped his lips. He fell to the floor, holding his stomach as his laughter pushed the boundary lines of screams. The Shade stared at him, and though it had no facial appearances, he could feel its wrath growing. It was crushing. He felt he could die just from her sight.

He didn’t understand much of this, but he did understand what she wanted, and why she kept chasing him all this time.

She wanted his body! His cursed, miserable body that he despised so much.

No, he answered. They were connected. He could feel her heavy presence in his mind.

You’ll die. I can take you much higher.

I refuse.

I saved your life. You owe me.

You saved yourself.

I tried to be civil. Remember that, she said, and crashed into him. It was the same type of invasive force he felt previously, in what felt like months ago in the café. It rattled his bones and squeezed his lungs. She traveled through his blood towards his heart.

Things were a bit different now. There were no ghouls, goblin, or any other 4-foot evil creature distracted him, and truthfully, he was just getting tired of this old shit.

He pushed back. Hard. With all the frustration he could muster just from the past few hours. It wasn’t complicated, really. Either his mind was strong enough, or it wasn’t.

Today, it was.

He tossed her out of his body, her demonic screams so high it burned his eyes. Her damaged form in front of him, fading in and out. Parts of her black form faltered and broke away.

This Dungeon was a golden opportunity! You could have had so much more.

“Bye bye,” Nilbog said, waving at her with the most joyous smile he can put on his face. The wrath, desperation, and hate that he felt from her were unbearable. Smiling in the face of her power would get to her.

It did. He felt it, and even saw it this time. Her skin literately began bubbling. “I’ll get you, even if I have destroy whatever remains of this world,” she whispered as her body finally dispersed.

Nilbog remained standing, his teeth clenched tightly. Fear began to wallow up, threatening to swallow him, but he pushed it aside. There was no fooling certainty—that was not a being he can fight. Nilbog has become familiar with the terror Seventh Sense induces before a disaster of epic proportions happens. The resident hall exploding was one of them. Just the existence of her was the other one.

Kara The Defier, I only wish you would do so.

She brought a genuine smile to Nilbog’s face. It wasn’t in the manner he was hoping for, but he finally found a chance at accomplishing his goal. Luck wasn’t so cruel to him after all.

The rest, of course, is going to depend on whether his charisma will be enough to convince that jumble of madness to do his bidding.