《The Last Demon : Against The World》Do you want power?
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"Damn it."
Deylor hit the floor with his bloodied right fist.
"WHY."
"Why me."
His rewards had been snatched and his body bloodied.
He had lost to an opponent with untold power and hadn't even landed a scratch.
"I need more pow-"
"Do you-"
"Want power?"
Deylor looked behind him.
An all seeing eye surrounded by what seemed to be galaxies. The room turned to an inescapable void.
Deylor nodded slowly.
He didn't care if the individual ahead of him was suspicious. He was tired of losing, of achieving nothing. He had achieved a brief lapse of power in his finishing move yet he could not sustain it.
The eye spoke calmly and coldly.
"Find... the light."
Cough. Coughs broke out as Deylor found himself at the edge of a small lake.
A large serpent rose from the water behind him silently and dove for the kill.
Boom.
Deylor erupted with black flames, incinerating the beast instantly.
A bright light crashed into Deylor.
Ignoring the white hot pain Deylor looked forward.
"Found you,"
Two creatures of unfathomable power met each other face to face, in two worlds dyed.
Impalpable blackness met blinding light.
A white angel possessing 4 wings and a saber of cleansing looked down with black eyes at the yellow-eyed tyrant.
The two creatures could not talk due to their racial physicalities.
Shing.
A huge vertical slash of white appeared as the angel appeared behind the Tyrant. The slash was so clean and fast that the slash itself registered after the angel appeared behind the tyrant.
Sheathing its blade it looked as the Tyrant imploded.
The angel swiftly turned and blocked with two hands on its sheathed sword.
A huge fist filled its vision as its glowing-ethereal white hands trembled from the force.
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It was in the Tyrants domain, any damage sustained by the Tyrant would be healed in an instant.
The angel quickly retreated after releasing a small circle that soon grew before turning into a huge ritual-like sphere.
The tyrant was caught and soon imploded again before rematerializing in the darkness.
The angel felt its entire being attempting to implode, using its vast energy reserves it contained it carefully.
The angel released several more seals before sending a signal.
Several pillars of light surrounded the two, not lighting up the endless void yet blinding the tyrant temporarily.
The Tyrant pulled out his palm.
The Angel, feeling its being pulled quickly released a flurry of blinding shards that filled the void.
The tyrant mindlessly continued despite several shreds of itself flying off.
As the black fragments dropped to the floor the Tyrant could only look up to see a colossal white meteor dropping down.
The tyrant raised a finger.
Upon contact, various circles traversed the meteor before the meteor exploded in the air, burning into wisps, wisps to embers. Embers to the endless void.
The Angel looked at the flaming meteor that had been exploded and faded in annoyance before it accepted the Tyrants pull, revealing its blade.
The tyrant met its blade with the same finger the Angel would've dropped its jaw if it had one as it looked at the sight of black circles travelling across itself.
Moments before implosion, the Angel sealed the power before releasing it onto the Tyrant.
The Tyrant simply let out a fist that contained the power of the void and and uncountable previous titans, before the Angel was sent crashing down the void, never to be seen near the Tyrant again.
The Tyrant looked down, realizing that the numbers of corpses had almost doubled from but a day ago.
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It was in deep territory.
Deylor kept going North, the Tyrant continued its crashing but he had a new goal.
The darkness inside him was like an unrefined form, if he had something to structure it like in the last moments of his fight, he could refine it. Deylor felt this was why he could only produce flames, control was a major struggle lately.
Setting up camp and laying in a small bush, Deylor looked at the land ahead to see a large desert of black sand and a faint mountain expanse.
Before going to bed, Deylor found a note leave his pocket.
Deylor read the note slowly as the handwriting was quite rigid.
Eyes widened, a body dropped to the floor, barely standing with a right arm shaking.
Sweat streamed down Deylors arms.
Sincerely yours, Deylors friend.
Jack:
Have you ever been beaten for something you never did?
Wait. No.
That's too light.
Have you ever been beheaded, scorched, monsterized and destroyed for something you never did?
Welcome to the club.
Oh wait, you're not in it. You're the goddamn recruiter Deylor.
Wait for me Deylor.
I can't harm you now.
But when I gain the power that we saw with starry eyes.
I'll let you know the feelings that are now numb to me.
The feelings that most certainly, won't be numb to you.
Keurino Tszaka Juero
Nothing goes right for the headless.
So I'll be taking yours.
Sincerely yours, Deylors friend.
In a world dyed black.
The tyrants yellow eyes seemingly widened as it touched its hearts old position.
Three words struck it like a bad musical note.
In an unecoing whisper.
"How..."
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