Can you still fight? The word echoed over in the ears of the boy as he got to his feet. RIght in front of him, the figure in black stood, just like some savior, their back to him. They stood so confidently that the demon did not seem much of a threat to them. Or at least, that was what the person was trying to make him feel like. But he welcomed it. His eyes narrowed now as he rose to his feet fully. Taking a deep breath, he observed the room of the demon ahead. The skeletal structure of the jaws now had some strings of flesh that attached… Or were some reminders that there was flesh over there. Once. He pondered, wondering if flesh would ever return back to that spot once the boy... The actual boy he had been saving was back to normal. For now, he would not know. Not when he was staring a demonic presence in the eyes. And the unnerving smile that the boy had, like it knew that everything would fall to his hand. The red eyes, the red light that oozed out from every orifice
“You know why you could not beat me.. Even if you tagged team with the entire whole world?” Amihna continued. He leaned forward, his legs spacing apart. His right hand touched the ground while the other hand arched over in a fist, the color of it slowly turning into ed. Just the right arm too. “The thing with you guys.. With the good guys is that you think that your unity would help you. You think that the more you are, the more powerful you become or the more of a force you are to reckon with. But it is a lie.” Amihan stated now, a smile to his face. “The more you band up together, the more your weakness is revealed. The easier a target you become. It is easier to burn to death a horde of bees, than it is easier to burn a single one buzzing all about you. Thai is where I have the advantage.” He scoffed as he lifted his head, a bloodthirsty aura firing out instantly. ‘This is where I am king over the likes of you. And this is why I shall prevail>” He declared as his feet stomped
Light appeared in the air, hovering over the right arm of Leslie. They had a solidity that hummed with energy. Every bit of them with irregular shapes of broken glass pieces. WIth a heave of her hand, the shards of light danced through the air. They hummed out like bees in a horde, dangerously zooming forward, in a cyclic motion to the demon. . Sensing this as a chance to step up his game, the boy heaved as his bloodlust expanded over him. He stomped his feet, exhaling forcibly. Simultaneously, his muscles bulged outwards as the air around his body heated up instantly. “Fist of seven.” He roared out, throwing himself into the fray. WHOOM! The shards hummed as they arrived at their destination. But the demon was faster. It turned around instantly, its body blurring through the atmosphere.. Amihan dashed to the further right. Artfully, he skipped the menacing hailstones of light shards by some very close inches. However, just as Amihan did that, the shards followed him. E
“What do i do then?” Lekan asked with an exasperated expression as he looked at the system lady. The system lady in all of her calculativeness looked worse for wear. She sat at the top of the status screen, her hands to the side of her body. She held on, looking away from holding the gaze of Lekan for far too long. “You know, you cannot keep doing that?” Lekan asked her, pointing a finger at her. “I mean, I need to get out there. So I get that he wants to save me and all that But I did not bargain for a demon to start using my body as its own.” He scoffed now. Lekan sighed afterwards. In some moments earlier, he’d have asked for the demon to take over. He’d been mad at the system lady for interfering. Thinking it was a badly thought decision for her to do what she did. Stopping the swap out with Amihan in the middle of the trouble he found himself. It was the right thing to do. He just did not know of it yet. Now, he had gotten on the side to walk with Amihan and in the en
One with the World. It was more than just one classy name for a skill. It was more than just a curse that led him to the murders he ahd commited in the past few times. It Was more than himself. It was the state of affinity where he was in complete stasis with the world. If anyone had told him, some years back, that he would never reach a state whereby he was in complete balance with the world, then he would not have believed that person. Heck, he would have even called such a person as someone who was crazy and needed to grow up. That how was it possible for one to have powers that only existed in the imagination of some authors and even on screen? That it was just some twisted kid’s dream, a kid who would never want to grow up. Wishing for some way to enjoy life and their fantasies. Just like the cartoons and media portrayed. But right now, with his huffed breaths and cramped shoulders, it could go to blazes. He could care less about what the version of him in that time w
The figure of Amihan faded in and out in the subspace of Lekan. At thisi, Lekan knew he could not waste a single bit of time. Thankfully, his body soared through the space in which they were as his hands went wide apart. Now was the time to seal the deal. Now was the time to clasp his hands around that bastard and get his body back. It was his body and he would not hear anything else. The demon Amihan had no right to do something like that. To make his body its own. Amiahn had no right at all. “Focuis!” He could hear the shrill scream of the system as he dived through the space forward. Amihan, even as its body fluctuated, seemed to have noticed him now. The blood demon snarled sinisterly as he swiped his hand in an atemtpt to cull his attack. Airborne, there was only little he could do now. He grimaced as he prepared himself for the smack. Hit to the side, his body crashed downwards as he groaned out in pain. How was it he could even feel pain in his Sub space? But the
Bang! BOOOM!THOOOOM! Several sounds exploded outside the house as Uncle Desmond literally shiered in the spot. His heart rang mercilessly against his ribcage, every inch of him screaming out in danger. Whatever was happening out there, he wished it was only some night. The type he would wake from with a scream. Buthe would be over it. Back in the actual world. However, no matter how hard he wished it to be, he couldn't pull it off. It was real. And only the heavens knew what next was in store for him. He vibrated on the spot, his heart racing still. He did not want to die. Certainly not when he had just come into this wealth. He wanted more out of life. It was not supposed to be like this. Not after what he had been through. He was dressed in the same pajamas that his ward oftenc omalin about. That ;ekan always complained about. Speaking of how he was already so eager to wear what belonged to his father for the sake of it. He had chosen to wear it even though he knew just
“He has a agun.” The sharp cry of the boy rang out. “Ha!” Leslie gasped as her body forced her to take a stop. She looked to the side, slowly, her eyes widening at the sight of the submachine gun pointed at them. Totally oblivious to the sight of the other handgun pointed at them from the opposite side. She panicked, her heart in her mouth, cold sweat breaking out on her skin. This was way too much for them to worry about. “Body Rock!” The boy cried out instantly. She looked his way, her eyes widened to the effect of seeing his whole skin thicken up in one second later. He bent down, his muscles thick but having cracks about it. The color of his skin died out, taking on the hue of a rock that has been whitewashed by water for so long a time. She grimaced at this, unsure whether this was a good thing. Or not. But while she pondered it, the boy swiftly bent. His fingers flexing up a slab of rock and then hefting into the air. BANG!BANG! BANG!! BANG!! Series of gunshots ra