Daemon sped towards his opponent without any hesitation. His enemy, Lester, has his guard up – covering his face and the front of his body. Though these aren’t the targets.Daemon slipped to the side but there’s no reaction from Lester. The teen still has his guard up. Not caring about his opponent who’s already wound up for a full powered punch that’s delivered to the side of his body. And as soon as this landed…there isn’t any reaction.This made Daemon step back and look at his opponent who, remained in the same position. Almost statue-like with the way that he’s not moving at all.“Man, this is really frustrating.” Daemon brushed the back of his head.The fight of these two have been going for ten minutes now. The longest that Daemon’s had to fight ever since he got his system back. And the reason for this is simple. It’s because he’s a bad match for his opponent.When they started this battle, Lester attempted to attack him a couple of times. This gigantic and muscular man probab
“Man, what a ride.” Desmond’s taken at the edge of his seat. He watched everything with genuine amusement and entertainment. Ashley knows this because, he hasn’t stopped drinking ever since Daemon began to fight the way he’s expected to; or maybe even more than that.Every new fight that begins, Desmond pops open a can of beer. And right before some fights end, he pops another one. The old man is basically a hopeless alcoholic, though Ashley isn’t in a position to nag him about it because, strangely, even with all the alcohol running in his system, Desmond never gets drunk. Nor does he ever suffer any other side effect from his drinking sprees. “You want one Ash?” He offered a can of beer. To which, Ashley squinted her eyes to.“Is this really okay sir?” She asked.“Oh come on you’re not a minor anymore. You’re allowed to have a good time and get some booze in your system.”“That’s not what I mean.”“Ohhhhh. That.” Desmond said as he paused for a while to think about it. He then rai
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