Daemon can feel his whole life flash before his eyes at that moment. There’s no way for him to counter Leon. He doesn’t even have enough strength left in his body to perform this task as all of the strength he can still muster seem to have been placed into the act of getting back up. That’s why something like this occurred to him. He can remember everything so vividly all of a sudden. He can remember all the bullying, all of the trauma, but even before any of these, he can remember all of the great memories he had with his parents. The life he used to live before his nightmare began. The life that’s filled with only good things. He can remember it all and how it’s forced to vanish under hellfire. Caused by those that’s been plotting against his enemy from the start. All of these went past his head as Leon approached him for the final strike. His opponent is in no way slow. In fact, Leon’s using the same amount of speed that caught Daemon by surprise at the beginning of their fight.
Daemon’s memory is hazy. He can remember fighting Leon, he can also remember the overwhelming gap in their strength and how he’s completely overestimated himself by claiming that he can win against such a strong person within only the span of a single month. He can remember all of this as vividly as he can remember the beating down and the final moments of his life.Filled with the humiliation of his own looming defeat, Daemon tried his best to get back up and fight. He’s able to do the former though there’s not much he can do about the latter. His body’s already given up in that fight. His regeneration won’t even happen on time. That’s how bad this situation is for him.He saw his final moments. The lion in the form of a human that prowled towards him. The attack of the overwhelming fist aimed at his chest. The single second where he also blacked out and, the same moment where everything weird began to happen.It’s like he’s there but he isn’t at the same time. He doesn’t understand
“You are the strongest.”This is a phrase that Leon’s heard all of his life. Even before his involvement with the organization of the Elites, he’s always been seen as the strongest. As a kid who grew up in the slums, he’s always beat up everyone. Even those that are twice his size and age.This continued even as he entered the Elites. Reaching a point where he doesn’t even need validation from others. He knows for himself that he is the strongest. That’s why there’s no reaction on his part, even as it is Desmond himself that’s saying these words.“That’s kinda obvious don’t you think?” Is all that Leon can say in response.“Goodness.” Desmond sighed. This whole conversation of theirs happened as soon as Leon defeated the top scholar of the martial arts division. A person who’s been placed into a state of comma since he didn’t want to admit defeat to Leon. Leaving the young fighter no other choice but to force his opponent into that vegetative state.“You know, you should at least act
Daemon felt a heavy pull on his body again. This time however, it isn’t going down but rather up. Something is pulling him back to the light and, with how long he stayed in the midst of the darkness, this became blinding and unwelcoming for him. But there’s nothing he can do. There’s no resistance he can offer as it completely won against him. Bringing him back out to the land of the living as he regained control of his whole body.“AHHHHHHH!” Daemon screamed from the top of his lungs. Scratching his vocal cords and making these bleed. It’s no wonder why he’s in such a state. His whole body is basically broken. His regeneration isn’t quick enough to counteract the amount of damage done to him while he’s in his Berserk state. He has more broken bones that Leon and, has muscles torn across his whole body.His insides feel like there are insects biting and chewing on his every vein. Using as much force as they can to rip away every part of his core. And Daemon remained awake for the who
“He’s alive.” As soon as Bernard said these words a cup is sent flying towards himHe caught it with his hands. Thankfully, most of the contents have already spilled along the way so it’s only part of his coat that got wet because of this. And as for the one who did it, this is already easy enough to figure out. There’s only one bastard who’d attempt something like this. None other than Christian Astley.“No shit he’s alive you bastards!” The teenager answered in an intoxicated tone. He’s been drinking ever since he got to the clubhouse of the popular members of the Academy. Setting up a party without telling everyone why and, leaving them with only a bit of information. This being that he’s in a “good mood.”That isn’t the case anymore. Five minutes earlier, someone called the line connected to Christian’s private room. The same room he shares with Damian and Yvonne. Neither of which are there with the former having something that he’s got to finish while, Yvonne is inside a cave wit
“Status report?” Khali asked as he finally finished smoking his second cigarette. He just finished relaying information to two individuals. The first is their employer who is Christian Astley and, the second is sent directly to the Vipers Headquarters, linked to the leader of the gang. A person that Khali would rather not get on the bad side of.This mountain of a man has his brows furrowed and has a look of frustration written all over his face. Nobody can blame him for it. After all, he’s in a very bad spot. One which he’d rather not be placed in and, unfortunately for him, it’ll only get worse from that point onwards.“We’ve lost a total of forty-one signals sir.” A person said, holding a tablet which seems to show the information that’s being told.“Forty what?” Khali asked.“F-Forty-one sir.” The henchman stuttered.“Ha…” Khali’s voice is calm. He breathed so calmly that it felt out of touch with the reality they’re facing. Though this is nothing more than a slight delay for his
Daemon continued taking down the Vipers during the entirety of that night. He didn’t even think of stopping or slowing down, knowing that any time he decides to show such an amount of weakness may mean his own downfall. That’s’ why he continued fighting with the same level of intensity, bringing down as many of the Vipers as he could.It’s not like he hates the task. Sure, there’s a lot of labor and danger entailed within it but, he likes it because it creates the progress he needs on his main quest. That is, taking down the whole Viper Organization and, in doing so, he’d also clear the quest he’s still left unfinished under the demon named Baphomet.“Seriously, this is a lot of work.” He said as he stood on top of the corpse of a Viper he just killed. It’s gonna disappear after a couple of seconds but, before that, it makes for a pretty darn good chair. One where Daemon can comfortably sit on as he browses the list.[Vipers Eliminated: 41][Souls Offered to Baphomet: 41]“Guess they
The fight is now over. The Vipers are going to begin retreating as their orders have been terminated. Daemon doesn’t need to be killed now because that is the command given by their employer. They couldn’t care less if they can’t kill Daemon. All they care about is whether or not they’re going to be properly compensated and, from the amount that’s being reflected on their bank, this part’s been properly handled by their employer.Snake continued walking in the darkness of the night. Moonlight isn’t reaching him at all, almost as if it’s purposely avoiding him. If that’s not the case, then it’s probably the shadows of the night that’s covering him. Protecting him from this same illumination as he continued moving in total darkness.The headquarters is far from where he is. But he doesn’t mind the travel. After all, he’s doing this just in case he meets up with a certain someone. A person who, in that very moment, finally appeared.The flicker of a lighter made Snake gaze at the directi