The man who came out from Zephyrclaw's body was lying down on Abban's floor. Zayan was sitting in the corner right next to Abban, while Hania was standing in front of the washroom door. "We shouldn't have brought him here," Zayan says, "He came out from a Djinn, how many humans do you know who come out from Djinns?" He looked at Abban, "Come on, say something, I've been talking since we got here."Abban was sitting on the ground with no armor on, just a simple black torn-up shirt. He had wounds on his right arm and he was bleeding on the floor. He just looked at Zayan and ignored him.Zayan stood there a minute or two, then suddenly, started kicking the man's unconscious body, "Wake the hell up you stupid little shit!" He shouted as he kicked him over and over. "Stop it!" Abban said with a calm voice. Zayan stopped kicking; his golden bangs were covering his face. He tied them up and sat down slowly. "What are we waiting for now?" Zayan asked, Abban sighed and stood up, his both hand
4 years ago, Nothing in sight but darkness. Suddenly, the door opens, and light wanders into the room from the door. A man walks into the room, and he had black hairs and he was wearing glasses. He didn't seem like a big guy. He was not more than 5 feet. But, he was wearing a white long coat that touched the ground. Nothing else was visible. Suddenly, he stops and looks down; a boy is chained to the ground. One of his hands was nailed to the ground, the other one chained to his wrist. He had scars all over his body; more than half of his wounds were still open, showcasing his internal organs. But he wasn't screaming or crying. He was smiling, lying on the ground with nothing but a torn-up rag instead of pants and nothing on his upper body. His dark black hairs were shining like a sky on a full moon. Both eyes closed. "Are you enjoying yourself?" The guy with a white coat asked, "I am hungry, and I am losing too much blood. Get me something or this body might faint, doctor." The other
“What do we do now?” Zayan asked Abban, they both were sitting in the bar, around a table. “You defeated 1 Hellguard and more than a hundred Woodwraiths. They will come for you, The Hellcops. A human capable of killing a Djinn meets his end and killed—not killed, but stole a Hellguard. What’s next?” Hellcops— a unit of A-grade Djinns—their main goal is to find out Hellborns who have committed one of the 5 deadly sins-- killing a Djinn, becoming stronger than a Djinn, leaving his post as a Hellborn, and stealing from Djinn King. Abban eyed Zayan, his eyes dead as always, not a shred of emotion in them. “I can deal with Hellcops.” Abban takes a sip from his drink and shifts his gaze towards his Gandasa which was resting in his lap. “You killed hundreds of Djinns, you are stronger than many Djinns, you are also going to leave your seat as a Hellborn and join SRA (Soliden’s Rebel Army) and you stole a Hellguard from Djinn King. You have committed all five of The Great-Sins.” “They will
All Hellborns stood up the second those monsters busted in the bar. “They are the Twins, they are one of the strongest Hellcops. I would have known they would send them.” Zayan thought. Abban looked at them, picked up his Gandasa rested it on his shoulder, and walked a few steps closer to the Hellcop as if he already knew this was going to happen. He had his Gandasa in his right hand. When he was in the range, Abban picked the Gandasa up and struck the one standing in the front, his name was Valefar. But, he jumped back, he had amazing reflexes. “Good try,” He charged forward, Abban swung his heavy Gandasa once again but someone stopped it. It was Batibat, the other Hellcop. Before Abban could pull his Gandasa back, Valefar struck him in the chest with his fist. Abban flew a few feet away with his Gandasa but he maintained his balance and didn’t fall. Abban once again charged forward, Valefar rushed to him before he could reach them. Abban swung his Gandasa from right to left, and Val
Batibat rushed towards Abban, but he didn’t move he just stood there, bleeding—eyes on the ground, standing with the help of Gandasa. Suddenly, everyone saw something they thought they would never see, a smirk on Abban’s face. Never did he ever changed his expression, but now he was smiling. It looked creepy, because his left eye became totally black. The darkness filled in his left eye as he looked at Batibat who was coming to kill him. He suddenly stopped and gulped, terror in his face was clear, he froze there. Abban slowly walked near him, dragging his Gandasa behind him. He still had a smile on his face. Abban picked up his Gandasa with just one hand. He smirked again and with a swift strike he sliced both of his legs with his Gandasa. Batibat’s upper body slowly started falling down from its lower part. But Abban didn’t wait for his body to fall down, he struck Gandasa once again and took his head off and crushed the floor along with it. Abban tripped backwards but maintained
Rameel stood there gazing at the meteor-sized mud ball on its way to destroy the whole clan, the whole Kabila, in mere seconds. But suddenly he seemed not troubled by their doom. Like he need not worry about them but himself at the moment. Rameel turned his back towards the House he honors, his family, and his dear friends. He smiled and spun on his leg and sat down on the ground. "Traps? What a pain, I hate people who like to do tricks and not face their opponent head-on. You see I am not a guy who likes playing games, I seek to end war before it's even begun." He said while looking at the snow beneath him as if he was talking to another man. He covered his right hand with metal, "Metal Creation Prodigy: The Black Metal." He said, and punched through the snow and ground itself. He tightened his grip on something like he had found something buried down there. And pulled his hand out, and the ground busted open as Rameel stood up and pulled a man from the ground. He was a skinny man
In the Djinn Domain, power meant strength. It doesn't matter how rich you are or how many people know you, the only thing that matters is how many you can kill. No one cares about how funny your jokes are or who your father is, you make your name in the underworld by your ability, speed, and strength. If you are so fat that you can't walk, you are food, if you don't train your body to be strong and can't bear pain, you are dead meat, if you don't stand on your word, you are dead. In Djinn Domain, killing, selling human meat, and human trafficking along with running shows like throwing some humans with soft skin in the arena and watching them getting eaten alive were some main businesses. There are butchers and others too. The humans who were in this business and had good physics were called Soliden and those who were weak and pathetic and hid until someone didn't find and sell them or eat them are called, well they aren't called anything they don't even deserve a name.Abban entered
Ivar stood before a mountain cave, probably waiting for someone to permit him to enter because the cave was open and he was still standing in the Crimson sunlight. A man came out from the cave, "You can go now." Ivar rushed into the cave, the cave wasn't normal from the inside. It looked more like an army camp; camps and guards everywhere; there were a lot of white, red, and black tents. These three colors were the ones that the Soliden Army used in their flag and uniforms. White for justice that they fight for, red for blood that will be shed, and black for the future, because they didn't know what the future holds for them. There in between all those camps was a huge wood room, it was made with huge logs of trees and had a door, unlike other cloth tents. Ivar knocked on the door. A man with red hair opened the door, "Come in." There was a round table around which a total of 6 people were seated including the red-haired man, with a big beard and blue eyes. All of them were masculine