Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen, Cheena, Earth *** The Demon Lord hung about against the wall with the Death Sword still plunged through his chest. The grotesque form of a lifeless body had spoken, with the mocking face it wore. "You missed my head, Dreygo. You know that, right? The way to truly kill us is by severing our brains." Belrag chuckled. He slowly dislodged the two Kunais from his forehead and dropped them on the floor. The sounds of those metallic weapons clanged against the wooden floor. Belrag pushed himself away from the wall but the sword still lodged through his chest. Everybody was silent, looking at Belrag. The surprise was written on their faces. "I like this sword. What is its death count? A million?" Belrag said as he pulled the sword out from his chest. Blood continued to flow together with the sword, he was spluttering in the process. The horrendous scenery made other ninjas rose their food up to their mouths. "I won't make that same mistake again," Dreygo said
Tengzu, Tsi Luen, Cheena***Saturday. Alyssa grunted at the heavy groceries she had with her both hands, placed in a plastic bag, as she sprinted from the wet market together with her foster home's guardian, Miss Wendy. It was a few weeks since her mother died during the attack of Demon Lord of Wrath in the municipality of Tengzu. Her home also was destroyed by the assassin’s attack prior to the wreck brought by Zerath. As per judicial policy, every orphaned child, if the child was below the legal age, shall be directly sent to the nearest Foster home within their respective municipality. Alyssa had no choice but to get on with the system. “No to Martial Law!” One woman screamed with placards on her hand at the side of the curb Looting had increased as people panicked from the notion of the “End of the World” premise. Major Cities on the western side of the planet were at war and Cheena had undergone tremendous unrest about a drug that would turn users into killing machines. It w
Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen *** “Here I come. I will attack your most vulnerable.” Belrag mused with a face grimaced in immense pain. “I am not used to this human body.” He continued, coughing blood. “My most vulnerable? I have not found it yet.” Dreygo said. “Really? Well, think again.” Belrag responded. The Demon Lord was still regaining from the damage he took from his hip. His blood still spluttering from his mouth as well as from his open wound. Then he lifted his sword forward, pointing to the Death Harbinger. The fire had started to engulf his body, creeping like snakes. As the flames passed on portions of his body, it vanished. He started to use his invisibility again. “Another coward move, Belrag.” Dreygo laughed softly. "Cowardice is neglecting who you really are and having nothing to do with it but fighting against it. You are a Demon, a Death Harbinger and you are fighting on the wrong side. You are the coward one!” “Your mind is crazy as it is corrupted. There is
Zi Lok Fortress, Tsi Luen, Cheena *** His saliva flooded his mouth. The color of his eyes turned black but the rage within him had been suppressed. He had control over the urge that invaded his being. Even he was surprised to have controlled this transformation. His training paid off, fortunately. The Mental chamber had taught him to conjure this power to feed by his free will. Not only the urge to feed that increased in this transformation but also his strength and his speed had given him a portion of the Demon Lord of Gluttony’s power. “What is this? Your eyes and your skin turned dark. This is impossible!” Belrag’s voice raised, agitated with what he witnessed. “This is Ashmoth’s power. The Lord of Gluttony. I know you are familiar with this capability.” Dregyo mused. “How could you control that power here? It is impossible to have conjured that here on Earth. Are you sure you can handle that here? You could kill everyone, including your friends.” Belrag continued. “Nah. I do
Unkown location, Northern Continent, Earth *** A slender young lady, on her mid-twenties, wore only a loose shirt and tattered jeans amidst the coldest season of the north side of the planet. The heart-shaped beautiful face she had, deceptive enough to lure men into admiration. She sat on a high rock, above a hill on the edge of a steep cliff where below was a deadly and rocky chasm covered in ice cold snow. She squatted on the rock, her back slouched, leveraged by her slender hands behind her. The cold wind continuously caressing her body, her cheeks felt shivers and her eyes had stood strong against the blinding chill of the harsh and sharp breeze. She trained her eyes to the patch of forest blanketed in snow, and the dark gray overcast, thick clouds covering the shy sunlight, and the treacherous valley that strewn below the hill. “You must miss Hell,” A voice loomed behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled to the man who wore a business suit. “I might be. But I sta
Buratia, Northern Continent, Earth *** A five-day ride gave Dreygo a little bit of amusement as he trained his eyes not only to the scenery of interstate travels by land, but also to the undisputedly beautiful Elaine who sat at the back seat beside him. Officer Sho and Elaine had alternate turns in driving as to give time the other to rest. It was Sho’s turn to drive and Elaine had slept with her head on a pillow against the right-side passenger door. Her porcelain and pale skin had urged Dreygo to look frequently as she wore only skimpy shorts and a loose shirt. Viriel was with them along the ride as to protect from the possible Demon Lord attack which was hunting them since Tsi Luen. They entered the outskirts of Buratian country, heaved with white-trunked trees in which scarcely showing the shackled houses built alongside the interstate roads. The people there were practically scared, plastered in their faces, from the brutal and unmerciful military force that dominated the coun
Buratia Outskirts, Northern Continents, Earth *** Startled, every military officer in the outpost also raised their guns toward the group. Sho, Dreygo, Viriel, and Elaine, raised their hands in the air. Dreygo’s heart started to thump hard, not for his safety but for Elaine’s. Heavy perspiration had loomed on his forehead, leaking down to his cheeks. Even with the cold wind, he felt wary and agitated. He was ready to attack them, planning to snap their necks instantly to give them no time for retaliation. He replayed several scenarios in his mind and the urge was strong to execute. But Viriel had somewhat been communicating in his mind, calming him, battling the demon to stay still and let the angel do the talking instead. No deaths. No harm. Easy. Suddenly, deep within his consciousness, he sensed a demonic presence. It was not one of the military officers, that was for sure. But Dreygo could not shake the familiarity of the aura that it was a demon. Stronger than humanoid demons
Buratia, Northern Continent *** The countryside had a lot to offer, other than the dirt-poor houses situated alongside the road waiting for something lucky to have their lives prosper, the freshness and calmness of the wind that made the trees dance in utter grace, and the majestic mountains, unparalleled with the other countries. The feeling gave Dreygo hope, not for the people in Buratia, but to save the world from Kragus’ unthinkable reason of chaos. ‘This world is no need to suffer. If Kragus hates Arkeus so much, why would he attack Heaven instead of Earth?’ Dreygo thought. But he already knew the answer. Heaven was the hardest realm to access. And had a military arsenal that was unimaginable in any being outside the Heaven realm. But knowing the Hell God, he was a risk taker and such doubt could not cease Kragus from achieving his desires. “I am hungry!” Elaine spoke after a few hours of ride from the guard outpost. “We have a diner nearby. We should rest for a few minutes.