《I Am the "God of Death", Whatever That Means. (Original)》Sekreath's Test. Chapter 21
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Vert gets out of bed and can feel the sunlight begin to flood his skin with a warm feeling. He takes a second to stretch and lets out a yawn. He isn't used to sleeping on beds yet so he didn't want to get up from the softness of it. He puts his shirt on. He notices the slight tears his metal grieves caused on the bed but he ignores it for now. He decides to let Liafa sleep in as she had worked extremely hard yesterday and needed to sleep more than Vert did. He takes a glance at Emeralda and a small wave of worry begins to fill his body.
'Why won't she wake up?'
He shakes his head and exits the house. He takes a walk through his small town and begins to feel proud of himself.
'For me, the God of Death, to have his own town, this is so surreal.'
Vert nods hello at each zombie as he walks by and notices the stitches are staying inside their necks nicely. He continues his walk and is soon met by the entrance of the Town Hall. He enters the building and is met by a familiar Kitsune.
'Welcome back Master-, UGH NO STOP IT!'
'Just accept it Sekreath, you are mine now.'
Sekreath growls at Vert as he laughs at the reincarnated God. Vert sits behind at the receptionist desk and props his feet up at said desk. He begins to think about what to do next but nothing comes to mind except for waiting for someone to arrive. He begins to softly play "Rockefeller Street" the Nightcore version and he laughs. All he can think of during the song is 2 guys dancing funnily to this song.
'Maybe I should try this dance?'
As this thought crosses his mind, a monstrous roar pierces his ears and makes him wince slightly. He didn't know exactly what foul beast had made this noise but it was obviously close to his precious city. He is extremely comfortable but he knows that if he doesn't deal with it there could be consequences so he finally gets up as there is a second roar heard.
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'Sekreath, follow me.'
The Kitsune nods its head and follows Vert out of the Town Hall. It isn't long before Vert finally sees the dastardly creature. The thing has the same build as a bull but is about 10 times as big. It is about 15' tall and about 9' wide. The thing has the head of a panther and is a truly bizarre sight. It is charging towards the middle of the small town and shows no sign of stopping. Vert sighs audibly.
'Man, I never get a break do I?'
A sudden thought comes to Vert's mind and he smiles widely. He looks down at the Kitsune and the Kitsune looks back at him. Sekreath doesn't know what Vert is thinking but what he does know is how to give Vert a "Don't make me get near that thing" face. Vert chuckles slightly and gives the Kitsune the command.
'Kill it. Whatever that is.'
'Well that is what we call a Balar, it is a hybrid species made with magic and is, in fact, indigenous to countries in the continent of-.'
'Don't stall just kill it.'
Sekreath lets out a small whimper as the Balar was truly a horrifying creature in his eyes. Sekreath was never truly experienced in combat and used his deception to get him where he was. A thought crosses his mind as he remembers his status screen that Vert had called forth.
'I should still have my Deceiver class, so this should be easily actually.'
A second goes by and the Kitsune's eyes begin to flash a bright white. The Balar stops immediately and begins to look absolutely bewildered. In its eyes, Sekreath had turned into a massive dragon that stared straight into its soul. The Balar begins to run away as Vert slaps Sekreath on the head.
'I said kill it, not make it flee.'
The Kitsune lets out a loud, obnoxious sigh and begins to chase the Balar at extremely high speeds. The Balar turns around to catch a glimpse of the humungous, fire-breathing lizard catching up to it at an incredible pace. It begins to panic and ends up tripping over its own feet. It goes face first into the ground and receives a hard blow to the head. The Balar has surprisingly intense vitality as it quickly regains its composure and turns back towards the near hell spawn chasing it. Sekreath decides to let out an intense roar to maybe install more fear but what he didn't realize was the blow to the Balar's head had made it recover from Sekreath's Deception ability and the Kitsune was exposed again.
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"YIP!"
A small yip is heard from Sekreath as he is now 20 feet from the Balar and it begins to snort, kinda like a laugh. It scrapes its front left foot on the ground as to prepare for a charge. Sekreath notices this and tries to stop and manages to do so. There is just one problem, he is face to face with the Balar. It smiles and opens its wide mouth and that extends over half of Sekreath's body.
'Fuck me.'
The Balar decides to go the extra mile and swallows the Kitsune whole. The slimy, suffocating feeling inside of the Balar's throat makes Sekreath's skin crawl. This is by far the 2nd worst experience he has ever had. The first was being killed of course.
'Use Ethereal Blast, you idiot. For someone who could pick someone's past out of their head by looking at them, you sure are not good at fighting. No wonder I murdered you so easily.'
Vert's words struck home as the Kitsune became absolutely furious as Vert had said that even with fighting at full power, Sekreath got murdered 'easily'. A spell begins to form into his mind and he decides he didn't want to be in this fucker's throat and be its lunch. The Kitsune's mouth began to glow with immense powers and a ball of light about 2 feet wide is sent straight into the Balar's throat. Sekreath didn't just send this into nowhere, he was able to detect the main source of mana, the heart, and sent the said blast at it. The ball of raw power easily passes through the Balar's inside and comes into contact with its heart. As it hits, the true destructive force of this spell is shown as the ball expands to 4 feet wide in a second and ultimately explodes. Pieces of the giant Balar are sent flying everywhere and its organs were completely obliterated. The only thing that was sent flying was its hind legs and its head. The head lands somewhere in the town and the legs were sent flying over a hill.
"yyyyYYYYYYYIIIPPPPPP~!!!!!"
Sekreath became so terrified that he completely lost all ability to talk and to what was equal to him screaming was heard as he was also too sent flying. The force of the blast sent him 100 feet into the air and he was falling at an intense rate. The ground came closer and closer until he was about to hit it and became a fox pancake, but before this happened, Vert had caught him. The Kitsune was holding onto Vert with its paws and was still screaming while expecting his doom. He finally opened his eyes and saw Vert with a blank expression.
'You alright?'
Sekreath just stared at Vert with a blank expression as well. Vert accepted that he was, in fact, okay and set him down. Sekreath awkwardly coughed and they both began to walk back to the city. Vert began to laugh and Sekreath turned to see what he was laughing about. Vert looked at the Kitsune and said these fateful words.
"You could say that your experience was 'hard to swallow'."
Sekreath just cringes at the terrible joke and they make it back into the city, both covered in blood. Liafa was in fact awaken and was poking the panther looking head of the Balar. She sees Vert and smiles widely.
"Hey, what happened to the kitty?"
"It was defeated by Sekreath, you could say it wasn't very 'head' strong."
Liafa looks at Vert confused and Sekreath begins to cry slightly while Vert laughs, like a mad man, at his own jokes.
"Please end my suffering Dolos. PLEASEEEE!"
Sekreath makes this request to his former master while screaming into the air.
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