Before everything reached that point, there are a couple of things that happened. First is Daemon going out of the Arena to get some air and think about what’s gonna happen next.This is something unexpected for him. He thought that he’d at least be able to ramp up his power by beating the weaker martial artists one by one. That way he’d have more status points to invest which’ll help in making the fight less impossible to win than it already is.“This is all fucked up. How am I even gonna beat that guy?” Daemon murmured as he continued walking. The outside of the Arena is still the property of the Elites. Though they aren’t the same in status as the Academy, they are still heavily funded by specific individuals and organizations. One of these being the Astleys – led by none other than Alexander Astley. The father of the bastard that Daemon wants to kill.Since the grounds outside are funded and owned by the Elites, this means that there are a lot of food stalls for the students to e
The loud scream made everyone instantly look at the direction where it came from. Anyone from the Elites knows of this voice. Belonging to the undeniable ruler of their organization. The epitome of greatness itself – Desmond Jaeger.Nobody dared move an inch. His roar-like scream seems to have paralyzed everyone. Preventing any sort of extra movement as they averted his gaze – looking down so as to not get caught in any more trouble than they should. Because that’s what’ll surely come. Trouble.“What do you think you’re doing here?” Desmond asked as he continued his steps. Steady ones moving towards Leon and Daemon.“It’s not what it looks like sir.” Leon answered right away.“Not what it looks like?” Desmond looked around a second time. Specifically pointing his gaze at all of Leon’s goons that are on the ground and, all the others that have been beaten. “Did you get a good look at everything around you? Can you honestly say that straight to my face?”Leon clenched his fist and took
Within the span of a couple of seconds, things have gotten from bad to worse. This is definitely not what Daemon expected to happen. Especially since everything was already going in his favor earlier. But that is done now and this is the reality that he’s left with. He’s got to deal with Desmond who has every right to get annoyed with him.He does know that pressuring me with a gun pointed at my face isn’t gonna help him right? Daemon thought to himself as he judged the decision of Desmond. He didn’t tell this of course. Instead, they started their conversation with these words.“What the fuck were you trying to do?” Desmond asked.“They ganged up on me sir.” Daemon defended in a calm and collected tone. “There’s no way I won’t fight back if they’re gonna try to beat me up. I won’t be able to fight properly against Leon if that’s the case.”This isn’t enough to make Desmond lower his gun though. It’s still pointed at Daemon which means that, he has to add a couple more words to his de
A flood of memories came rushing in Daemon’s head. All of the bad things that’s ever done to him and, all of the things he’d rather not remember. These are forced into the surface of his memories. Making it seem as if all of these only happened yesterday.Without his system, he would’ve already began trembling in the ground. The trauma that he got from his aggressors have been so extreme that, he’d just freeze completely from the sight of them. That’s how much trauma they’ve implanted within him. That’s why Daemon wants to see them right away. This is a chance of a lifetime to be in the same room as Christian once more. Not because he’s going to take revenge right away but, because he just wants to feel something. That of breathing in the same room as them and not trembling in fear.Lucky for him. This opportunity is granted by his benefactor who asked the golden question:“Do you want to tag along?” These words came from Desmond’s lips. A question so sudden that it left Ashley with
Christian shouted a couple of curses while Desmond left the meeting room. No matter what threats he made, no matter what tantrums he let out, Desmond didn’t care. It’s like he’s entirely invisible. Like he’s nothing more than another background character and this, more than anything else, pissed him off.He’s reminded of the days when Daemon still existed. Back when they were younger. How he will always be within the shadow of Daemon’s greatness and how he can never surpass it no matter how hard he tried. How this feeling of inferiority only continued to gnaw at his being even when Daemon was left an orphan – even when he was bullied.Everything came rushing back. All because there’s a bastard that looks and feels like Daemon and, has the same name as him. But worst of all, because of how he’s treated by the leader of the organization of the Elites.“Are you alright sir?” Bernard asked as soon as Christian calmed down a little.He can’t afford to go into his normal raged state because
While Bernard was busy dealing with Christian’s fit, the announcement was given to the whole of the Arena. Christian’s group aren’t able to hear it because the conference room they were in is both bullet proof and soundproof. Making any and all transactions done within it safe, in all senses of the word.The words that the announcer gave is that, the fight will be held in a latter time. That, due to some untoward events which will not be disclosed, the fight is to be moved in a month’s span of time. It’s only after this that Daemon will fight Leon and, though the general audience doesn’t like the idea, they can’t do anything about it since the decision isn’t in their hands.As for Daemon himself, he’s already with Desmond and Ashley. The three of them are on their way back to the Elites headquarters. A trip that’d only take about five minutes because of their mode of transportation. Though the trip is a bit slower because Desmond ordered the pilot to go to a certain area first.“Ah… g
“Alright that should be all for today.” Ashley said as she stretched her body, right as he and Daemon stepped out of the helicopter.“What do I need to do now?” Daemon asked.There isn’t any instruction given to him yet. The furthest that he knows he should do are the fights in the Arena. After this, there’s nothing else other than going back to his room. Though if there are other things that will be asked of him, Daemon is more than willing to comply.“The old guy said that you can rest easy in your room.” Ashley answered; still stretching her body. “This whole thing’s been stressful to you I’m sure. Your body’s beaten up as well. It’d be inhumane to ask anything more out of you this day.”“But I can use the training room right?” Daemon asked.It’s not that he doesn’t want to rest. He does. But the thing is that, he also has to train. The day’s not yet done and there’s plenty that he can still do. His body won’t get sick in the process because of his [Lesser Vitality] so there’s noth
[Warning: There are a couple of disgusting things within this chapter that’s connected to Daemon’s past. Read with caution.]As soon as Daemon fell into sleep, he dreamt of something that happened long ago. A distant memory that isn’t exactly dreamlike in nature. It’s more of a nightmare. Just like everything else that haunts him in his sleep. All the things that’s forced into his brain because of the trauma he’s received from the Academy. And, in that particular instance of his sleep, he dreamt of a moment with the trio that he murdered.Grant.Gerald.Haze.Daemon stood under the bright and scorching heat of noon. There’s nothing to cover him unlike the three who has an umbrella under them. They also have shades and two other pushovers that are fanning them. Keeping them in a comfortable position as they’re also offered cold cans of beer which they enjoyed while they watched Daemon balance a bucket of pee that’s on top of his head.That’s right. They’re making him balance it on top