《The Duesphage》chapter 19: Eh?
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Authors Corner: haiiiiii.... long time no see! Sorry for the late AF chapter, we've had too much reqirements today... and my skill (Procrastination) wouldn't let me study soo... yea? Comment your thoughts, and this chapter is a bit shorter... but hey, chapters are chapters. I also tried writing in third person on this one... tell me what u think
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***Bloodrose kingdom, ??? Space***
***Theo***
“The name’s Theo! And I’m a Deusphage!”
Shouted Theo as the Sword’s force sent the spirit flying backwards. Taking a stance, Theo brandishes Grandark as the spirit immediately charges at Theo.
*Bang*
The moment the spirit comes close to Theo, he smacked the spirit once more with the side of Grandark, sending the spirit flying for a sceond time.
“Mind repeating what you said earlier? Who’s the fool? Hahahaha” Theo said as he lifted Grandark and placed it on his shoulder.
While Theo was laughing the spirits thought were in chaos. ‘How?! How could someone be so powerful! I don’t sense him using internal energy or mana to reinforce his limbs at all! Better yet, I don’t sense a single sliver of mana coming from his body! Just what kind of monster is he!...’ thought the spirit as she struggles to stand up.
“Hou… still able to stand? Come at me once more then!” Shouted Theo as he stabs Grandark on the floor, making the unknown space of the spirit shake.
As the words finally left his mouth, the spirit appeared right before him. ‘Mhmm, speed and endurance… passable… what about strength?’ he thought as he reached out to catch the spirits blade with his hand. “Hah! Catching my blade with an unprotected arm? Arrogant fool! You’re courting death!” shouted the spirit earning a savage grin from Theo.
Theo, still waiting for the spirits next move, stabs Grandark onto the floor and stands straight, looking pretty much “Harmless” and says “So? Do you Giv- Oi!” but was interrupted halfway by some sort of a crescent shaped magic. “Watch it, you could’ve hurt someone with that” he said in a bored tone, with everything he has seen from this spirit he knew that this spirit could not even be compared to him, if this spirit were to be compared to him, calling her trash would simply be Praising her!
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The spirit noticing he has lost his interest, became enraged as she drains her mana, leaving almost none to sustain her spirit body. Of course this wouldn’t go unnoticed by Theo as he spoke “I think this has gone on for far too long”
Using his otherworldly speed, he moved behind her as he grabbed her head from behind and smashed it onto the ground. It was then, that the spirit knew, it had provoked the wrong person and quickly decided to give up and acknowledge this person… No MONSTER as her master.
“#@^¥!!” the spirit tried to speak, but all that was heard was nothing but incoherent bullshit. Theo then removed his hand from her head as he stood up dusting his clothes. The spirit then quickly stood up and bowed towards Theo as she spoke “This lowly spirit acknowledges Theo as its new owner and master.”
Hearing this, Theo spoke “No need to be so formal… So! What your name?”
The spirit looked up at Theo as she spoke, “This lowly one is called Hilda”
Theo then stretched his hand towards Hilda as he smiled and said, “Very well, let me introduce myself again, I’m Theo, a Deusphage! The only one of my kind!”
With these five words, “Only one of my kind” Hilda was dumbstruck as she looks at Theo as if he was living under a rock. Then she spoke “Uhm, forgive this one for asking, but what does Master mean by “Only one of my kind?” the Deusphages were a race of fallen celestials and have been regarded as a Variant of high humans…”
The words Hilda spoke were as if a loud Thunderclap right next to his ears as he unintentionally let out a stupid and cracked voice.
“EH?”
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***kimura***
Not long after, kimura woke up. Jolting himself off the bed, he realized that he was not in the room with the weird pattern on the floor anymore, instead he found himself in a room with a very comfortable bed as he sighed, “Phew… last might must be a dream” he said as he opened a door, of which a bathroom revealed itself. Then he once more thought “did we each get assigned rooms?” but quickly discarded the thought as he went to the sink to wash his face, but the face that appeared on the mirror was not his, the face had dark red crimson eyes, a black sclera (Author note: Sclera are just the whites of the eyes… but you should already know that…) and snow white hair. His gaze fell on the mirror as his voice clearly broke.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!”
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