Everything went according to Razor’s plan. Within the past five days, he and his lackeys have been slowly building up their momentum. They teased Daemon as many times as they could. They provoked him just as much. He didn’t lessen this and, even increased the intensity slowly as the days went by.Then, the day he waited for finally came. With Daemon coming up to his group right after the training session ended in their hall in the afternoon – declaring a fight. Not just against Razor himself but, the whole of his group in general.We’re going to fight tomorrow inside our hall. I hope that none of you backs out. Daemon wrote these words on a piece of paper that he gave Razor’s group before he went away.Razor found this funny of course. Daemon can’t even say the challenge straight at his face. This just proves his claim. That Daemon is a coward who can’t stand on his own two feet. And with confidence in this fact, Razor entered the Scale Hall the following day with his victory already
Everything that’s happening in that moment didn’t make sense to Razor. How can it when the days that passed went perfectly along with his plans? His group continued torturing Daemon subtly. His group continued asserting their dominance over him. His group did all they could to pester and annoy their target. And when the irritation from this grew to its peak, Daemon finally challenged everyone into a full-on fight. Nothing went against his expectations, just as it always had for him.Sure there are some rules that Daemon set for this fight but, none of these are things that Razor has to worry about. The first being the kind of ring they’d use and, the second being that nobody is allowed to surrender.Instead of thinking that this might blow on his face, Razor actually thought that it would be beneficial for him. The ring prevents Daemon from running away because the pentagon cage doesn’t have any exit other than the steel door that’s locked at the beginning of the fight. Then there’s
There’s a question running on Razor’s head at that moment. A question that’s in the head of everyone watching, even Ashley herself who’s been with him for the past days. That is:“Why is Daemon this strong?”Why is he able to beat down two of Razor’s lackeys in such a short time? Why is he able to do so effortlessly?All of these ran on their heads because, as far as everyone in their hall is concerned, Daemon’s actually appeared weaker the past days. He hasn’t been acting the same since the first day. There isn’t any sign of the seemingly cold and calculative fighter who doesn’t get irritated nor affected by anything around him.All that’s left is the weak acting teenager that gets jumpy at the slightest inconvenience. In fact, this is also the reason why all of them are questioning his sudden growth in strength even more.But the reason for this is simpler than you may think. There is a logical reasoning behind everything that’s unfolding. But for this to be better understood, it’d
Wear Daemon down.That’s the plan. That is what Razor’s juniors are supposed to do. They are supposed to focus on defense while they get in the ring with Daemon. They will block, dodge, parry, run, slide, dive, and use any other means necessary to prolong the engagement and make Dameon use more of his energy than what is needed.However, this didn’t work the way that Razor intended it to. Even after the fourth and the fifth opponent, Daemon didn’t show any signs of getting worn down. There are times when he can be seen to breathe a bit heavier than usual but, that’s not enough. It doesn’t show the kind of depletion of his stamina that he’s supposed to already be suffering through at this point.The reason for this is simple as well. Daemon is fighting with full efficiency. Every new opponent that enters the ring meets him head on and experiences his [Divergent Fist] on the first strike. Daemon modifies it every time but, basically, the first one to hit always contains this skill.Nobo
Daemon gave the explanation exactly the way he envisioned it in his head. He told the details to Razor knowing that this person would accept them as fact. That’s the only thing Razor can do since Daemon has turned into the absolute truth in that moment. A truth that cannot be rejected.With him winning all of the fights before. With him doing this effortlessly. Everything aligned with the explanation he gave. That he was just fooling around with Razor’s group for these past five days. That he was only making them enter into his trap. Luring them into an even bigger one that they can’t escape.Though part of this is a lie, it doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters are the results and, after his fight against Razor, his truth is the one that’ll become absolute. His truth will be the one that’d repel all those that will dare get in his way.“You fucker!” Razor threw a punch a left punch at him, a blunt and tactless attack that doesn’t have any sophistication to it.In his current state
When the fight finished, the only thing left in the battlefield is silence. Not a single scholar dared to speak because, it doesn’t feel right to do so. Not in that seemingly sacred moment that Daemon is basking himself on. The spotlight belongs to him, as well as all of the attention from the scholars of his own hall.Then came a clap. A single clap tore through the silence. Then came a resounding echo of this as the scholars began to cheer and clap with all their might. Disregarding the fact that Razor is still lying on the ground, unconscious from a very powerful punch.“We now have a new fourth ranking scholar of the Scale Hall!” Naga began as she went up the arena. “Give it up for Daemon!”The cheers came harder this time around. With Naga giving them permission to do so, there’s no way that they’d hold back from making these intense cheers. Brought about by the incredible fight they witnessed. Not a single one but, a succession of it. Gracefully done by Daemon which ended on an
[This chapter begins with an extreme depiction of violence. Skip until the three dotted line if you think you can’t handle it.]Daemon sat on a stool. He’s inside the art room of the Academy. A place that’s ruled over by a person he’d rather not associate with. But, no matter what he does, he can’t seem to shake her off. The same problem he has with the rest of the top brass of this school. All of which are bullying him to an extreme level and, makes him go through stuff that he’d rather live without.Yet that is something that’ll never happen because, even in that moment, he’s going through a form of bullying. One which can only be described as a thing of nightmares.“What’s taking them so long? I want to go home already.” Yvonne said as he sat on a stool in front of Daemon. The lights within the arts room are turned off. The only source of illumination they have comes from the sunset that creates a depth of shade on Yvonne’s perfect skin. Making her look more divine than she alread
Murder.This act has always been seen as a taboo in society. Though there are some groups of people that see nothing wrong with the act of killing, the vast majority agrees that it is morally wrong. That’s why it is also a topic that cannot be easily brought up and, that’s why the whole conversation that Daemon’s having shouldn’t even exist. And yet it is.“W-What was that sir?” Daemon asked again. “I think I didn’t hear you right.”“Oh you heard me alright.” Desmond replied. “You’re just having trouble processing it but, I think you heard me just fine.”This confirms it. Daemon’s being asked to kill. He’s being asked about the act of killing and, how good he is with it. A teenager like him is given this question. And, unfortunately, Daemon doesn’t have the capability to lie to Desmond’s face.If he can’t do it under the state of [Calm Mind] then there’s zero probability of him pulling it off now that he doesn’t even have the skill anymore. He doesn’t have any form of defense. Leading