Turns out everyone has a history. With this revelation, Lekan doesn’t have a choice. He may want to see Demas. But the ring is with Lekan. Did that mean that Demas didn’t win the fight? I wonder…
Lekan gasped as the scene before his eyes vanished without a trace.He wanted to pull it back, to bask in that memory for some time and know what had become of the fight. He wanted to know what his father had menat by saying that he wanted them to fight together.At least, that was what Amihan had said to him.There was so much he did not know.He dropped to his knees, holding out his hands before his face. Agony ripped his heart, mercilessly, tearing off shards of his soul. All along he had as assumed his uncle was the one who wanted to come into wealth that was not his own.Never for once did he know that the wealth his father blasted off, was the wealth that himself and his brother had started out then the wealth he had pushed him out of.Anger churned within his heart now. He realized how much his father had always insisted that weak did not have a path in this world. Was that what he meant by being strong? To cheat others of their sweat and their work just so he could claim it?W
“Host should not make any decisions with a rash mind.” The system lady called out to him while he stared at Amihan. The demon, in response to this, simply shook his head at this. It made to say something but then decided against it while it drew its attention to Lekan. “By blood shall I dominate as well. It is good to see that the spawn of the last host has the balls to make things work. Come, my liege, let us go and claim the power that has been denied from us.” Lekan nodded to him. He was all for it. He was going to go to the System Bureau eventually. He has a score to settle with Demas, the one who thought himself to be high and mighty and yet was involved in all sort of criminal offenses. It did not matter what they did or why they did, the evil that they did was not to be forgiven. He would be the arbitrary of justice to them. It was a good thing that his father was no more, he reasoned. Or he would have stared with his father. But as long as he has seen that vision of what
The light of the diner lit up the street, illuminating the color where it was located. The evening airs were serene, cool with the winter feels. But alas, while it was so, something sinister brewed within the halls of the diner. The lady in red gown looked about with an expression that still showed shock. It appeared as though she had just woken up. Woken up out of the blues and was startled to be in a different location. “So I am in the past. The past before I got activated, eh!” She muttered under her breath. The boy from before sat with her. Just across the table in the corner. On the table there was a large tray of different meals, all of which the lady was ravenously devouring. She dipped her hands here and there, grabbing waffles, bacons, eggs, pizza, mayonnaise and the likes in one fell swoop and then began to bite from each hand. Licking lips and smacking her tongue she shook her head like a drug deprived maniac who had been allowed to get a starship of drugs. Her eye
IN the darkest times are when our true powers are revealed. -Culled from; The founding book of the System Bureau. ----------------------------------- THUMP! Lekan’s legs powerfully slammed into the ground as he leapt down from his fence. His physique bristled with power, his muscles shining taut under the moonlight. His face feral as he growled out, looking from side to side, basking in the new found strength his body bare witness too. What feat he had been able to achieve back at the school was nothing compared to the amount of chaotic power inside of him. The rush to do something amazing ate at his consciousness sliek a parasite. The intrinsic swelling might have threatened to burst out of his skin. He felt on top of the world. Invincible; like nothing ever could come against him. His eye settled on the gate in front of him.the residence of Leslie as his mind contemplated one or two things. In this current state, he had the power to barge into there and then exact his
“Watch and learn.For if Destruction is not brought by me, then by the demon of whom all mana is erased, will the world be destroyed.” The musings of Morgana, the lady in red to the one with the Arthur System. Immediately Lekan sped past the visage of Morgana and the young boy vanished from the spot. Hey appeared a little distance awam just ahead of one agate as she panted out, her hands on her knees. “This is getting troublesome. This exertion would eventually eat at me. I don’t know how long it would be for me to recover.” Morgana complained as she breathlessly spoke. “Then you should not exert yourself if that is the case.: The boy said to her, looking at her as he inhaled. He wished to help her up and be a support to her. He wanted to know some more things about the curse which God had given to him. But he did not move an inch. He was not sure if this would be needed by her or viewed as her insult. The idea of Morgana he had had now was the visage of someone who did not need o
“What the hell?” Lekan gasped as his senses shut down momentarily . In a brief moment later, he was up, his whole body firing out in a flight of fight state. Only to focus fully, jerk to stop as he realized where he was. He was back in the space where he shared with Amihan and the system lady. A growl on his face as he faced both parties. “What the hell, heck? I was in the middle of something!” He cried out. “Don’t look at me!” Amihan snorted as she pointed a finger at the system lady. “She is the one who shut your boys down right in the middle of danger.” “The fuck? Why would you do that?” Lekan cursed out as he growled at her. The system lady put up both hand Sas if to calm the already tense atnoprnse now. She took a step backwards with a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips now. “I know how this sounds but you have to know that my programming cannot accept… allow for what happened or was about to happen to actuality.” “What? You mean the body swap of a thing that A
“Aaaahhhhhh!” Morgana shrieks as she jumped up from the hours and blurred through space. A second later, she was right to where she was, the boy still on his buttocks while the attacker stood in her front. Unflinching. “And who the hell are you, Wannabe System Holder?” Morgana cursed out. “Your mana is weak. And you dare jump me?” The person whom she lashed out stood in front of her unbothered by the words she spat. The figure has a complete all black attire, the face masked up such that only the eyes could show. But even though the entire face ass covered, the facial expression hidden, the ozzing née edgy of baleful hate form the person could not be hidden. And Morgana could not help but narrow her eyes at this person. “What have you done?” The person called out in a gender less voice as the face averted to the scene of the minininfrno. The flames which weee currently consuming the body of Lekan. The person heaved out. Morgana cried, slamming her fist forward in a wide atta
“Uh?” Lekan gasped as his eyes widened. He was on his knees, his hands raised up to the air, as if to block out something. A suspended yelling expression of fright was on his face as color returned to his cheeks. He looked around, the whole scenery had changed once more. No longer was he out there in the dimlit night, facing a beast which was about to roast him alive. He was back in this space. A space which he had come to know as the Sub-Space. A space where he could commune with his sustem and the personification of the system as well as the one who gave him the powers which he currently possessed. Amihan. Everything looked pretty much the same. Like he had left it. The familiar lines of blue and red that ran about the space, like warping fabric of reality of this dimension. The chill that came from the vast emptiness, the only source of light enough to illuminate everything coming from his body. A soft blue glow and the huge screen on which his status was displayed. Along wit