The doors of the elevator opened again. Showing Daemon, the view of the top floor of the building. There are a total of six floors. The first is the lounge where Jude is located. The next four are training areas where potential scholars sharpen their skills to the utmost peak and, the last floor contains the rooms of the scholar candidates. As well as the room of the boss of the Elites.This is the same floor that Daemon is now stepping on. The same reason why he’s greeted by two bodyguards right away. Both of which have guns pointed at his face. Daemon isn’t fazed by this though, nor did he twitch even by a little. There’s nothing they can do that’d evoke any emotion in him. He’s way past this because of [Calm Mind].“The boss told me to come here.” Daemon said as he stared at both guards. He doesn’t know if they’re looking back because their eyes are covered with shades but, he knows that he has their undivided attention. Any person can guess this much especially if they have a gun
Everything happened quickly after Daemon’s acceptance to the Elites. The guards waiting for him outside the boss’s office came to fetch him and tended to his needs right away. Making him go back to the lounge and giving him food to eat. The first decent meal he had since he resurrected.As he enjoyed his meal, he can’t help but notice Jude from the corner of his eyes. This man is looking at him as if he’s a ghost now. After all, Daemon didn’t just survive meeting with the boss, he also came back to the lounge being treated as a seeming vip.I’m really getting all the attention huh; Daemon thought to himself as he continued to eat. Around thirty minutes passed and Daemon spent this time reading a book that’s also provided for him. There are a select number which he’s allowed to while his time one and he picked one that has piqued his interest now – the Ars Goetia. Though he isn’t able to spend much time on the book because of a person who came. “Is this him?” A female teen said, looki
Daemon has an hour to prepare before he goes to the training hall. Within this time, he’s able to rest a bit inside his new room. There is a single white bed on the side that’s sticking to the wall. Soft enough for him to feel like he’s sinking just by putting some of his weight on it.He doesn’t have time to sleep yet though. He has to finish this trial that’s given to him first. Though he does find it unjust that he’s receiving the trial on his first day and, without any proper orientation, he has no choice but to accept it. The standards of the Elites aren’t something he can change just by making a complaint.Nevertheless, this is still better than the treatment he received in the Academy all his life. A place he’d rather not think about now. Though he can’t help but let his thoughts drift to it for a while. Not because he’s haunted by the nightmares it left him with but, because he’s excited.A grin widened on his face. It’s already nine in the morning. Classes have begun an hour
There are a couple of things that Daemon’s able to do while he waited for the hour to pass. Though he’s lying on his bed with his eyes closed, he’s already thinking of the martial arts combinations he can do. He’s got the basics down but, frankly speaking, he knows it’s not gonna be enough to defeat Leon.The man is a monster in his own right. His physique alone suggests that he won’t be hurt by normal attacks which, would already be difficult to land seeing that he’s mastered his own martial arts as well. That’s why Daemon has to look for another option.In fact, even Ashley will be a problem in her own right. Seeing as she’s able to hide her strength from Daemon means that she is going to be a trickier opponent. She may not have the same raw strength and durability as Leon but, Daemon thinks that she makes up for this with her battle intuition.“Ahh this is harder than I thought.” Daemon muttered to himself.in truth, he doesn’t want to fight right away. What he wanted to gain by hi
Daemon vomited. As soon as the system vanished, his mind recalled all of the murder that he’s done with his own hands. How he left Grant bleeding to death on the rooftop with an open wound behind his head. How he continuously struck Gerald with an iron crane until he stopped moving – all while hearing the agonizing cries of this man that desperately tried to fight back and, later on, to escape.Then there’s the death of his old friend, Haze. One which brought more pain compared to the first two that’s mentioned. All of these rushed to his head and spread to his being. Daemon ran towards the bathroom and began to take out everything he ate from the same entry point that is his mouth. As this happened, he felt all of the strength in his body seemingly getting taken away. With his fingers trembling so badly that he couldn’t hold on to the sink any longer.As soon as his grip slipped, his legs gave up next. This alone can’t support the weight of his body as they weakened the same way tha
Arena.This is the name of the place where Daemon is forced to fight. A facility that’s made purely for this purpose, just as the name itself suggests. But, unlike the coliseums of old, this place is a lot better.There are seats for everyone who wants to watch, spread around the bleachers that surround the fighting grounds in a circular shape. Each seat has proper cushioning that allows a person to sit comfortably as he or she watches whatever bloodbath the Elites have in store.Food and beverages are also served to the audience and, there are some from the outside world who can go there to watch. These being individuals with a lot of money to spare on their pockets. Christian has frequented this place because, from time to time, he buys a couple of students from the Elites. Making them his lackeys – the same ones that guard the clubhouse and follow his every orders.But he’s not there at the moment because of two things. One is that he’s still preoccupied with the troubles caused by
Chaos erupted within the whole arena.The crowd continued making noises, speaking to one another of the absurdity of the events that are taking place. You’d expect the higher-ups to be the ones calming things down in a situation like this. Yet, instead, Desmond resorted to bellowing in laughter.“HAHAHAHA!” As always, the war veteran’s voice is loud and strong. Yet even this is muffled by all the noise surrounding the arena at that time. Unlike him though, Ashley doesn’t find any of this to be entertaining.“Don’t laugh!” She ordered him. “He’s about to get himself killed.”“Oh I bet.” Desmond replied as he wiped a tear on his eyelid. “But it’s bastards like him that I like the most. All of you are dull fucking retards compared to him…”He looked at Ashley who now has her eyes squinted at him. “No offense.” “All taken.”“But man, I really thought that he became dull and boring during the helicopter ride.” Desmond sat back comfortably on his chair, opening a can of beer as he continue
Three minutes. Daemon is given three minutes to rest after every battle’s finished. It’s impossible to assume that a person would be able to go on fighting without any rest or pause after all. Though the ranking system is still unreasonable because the one being ranked would be worn out by the time he or she fights someone that’s actually strong, Desmond believes that this isn’t an excuse for someone who’s really got a knack for fighting.This same director looked at the fight or, rather, the results of it with a brooding expression on his face. The wide grin’s gone. All that’s left are flat lips and bored eyes. Like he just witnessed the dullest performance of his life.“Not satisfied?” Ashley asked.“He’s weak.” Desmond said. “I don’t know what to think of him anymore but, with what he just showed, he won’t even win the next round.”“I see.” Is all that Ashley said in reply.Desmond made a deep sigh as he opened a new can of beer. “What do you think?”“I think that guy he fought was