Sam had mixed experience with machine guns, most of it aimed at him. They were dangerous as they had the possibility of overwhelming his regenerative ability, but that happened only if they could keep him under fire. Mundane or enchanted bullets didn't matter.

'or so I thought,' Sam thought, watching the storm of enchanted bullets struck with the force of a car-sized bullet. While having a much higher velocity of something half their actual size. Landing on the ground, he watched the bullets not only push the abomination back but tear off body parts as quickly as they grew. But also tearing craters in the ground, Sam was impressed.

'alright, how should I do this?" he needed to kill this thing; one option was unleashing his full demonic power and erasing it along with a good chunk of the ground below it and leaving him with demonic behavior for a while.

The other idea was mixing his powers, and this was what he was going with. If it didn't work, pure widespread destruction. 'the question is a demonic witch or demonic ghost,' both would do it. Just there was a wide range of side effects, and witch lasted months after releasing it.

'well, since I don't want a worse relationship than I already have with the town, I guess. It's time to go, ghost.' He flexed his black nails, which grew a bit longer as he drew on more power; his hair also turned ghostly white, fluttering in an unseen breeze.

He could feel the power flowering others inside of him; Sam couldn't really describe how they felt all too well. Like a demon, like a ghost. How do you describe the feeling of something born from conflict, destruction, and sin? How do you describe creatures born from regret, lingering attachments, and desire that transcend death?

How do you describe them either together, mixing even a bit?

You couldn't deny the power that was unleashed. It tore through the air like a clap of thunder! Wrapping around the abomination. The gunner didn't lift her finger from the trigger, probably because the abomination had still been advancing on them until it was wrapped in the telekinesis. Even now, it tried to walk.

Raising his hand, Sam lifted the abomination off the ground, preventing it from making any more progress and focusing his attention on his ghostly sense. Not only was he able to feel about the foul feeling core, but the creature's entire existence, the many that were trapped by this abomination. The souls of many people made Sam sick and angry.

'don't worry,' he assured the quivering and shaking souls. 'I'll free you,' he sent towards them. Calming some of them and working up others. Sam focused on reaching toward the souls, wrapping his own power around them with much more gentleness than he could have possibly done all those years ago.

'yeah, I remember it now; I couldn't free them. My weak control was more likely to break them,' he rushed to do that. Touching another soul was touching a person's life in one of the deepest ways possible; Sam didn't have it in him to break them. So instead, he sealed the thing with a very brutal forced seal he was amazed didn't break over the years.

Once his ghostly power had wrapped around the souls like protective blankets, his demonic power lashed out, severing everything around the souls without touching any of them. The abomination howled and thrashed; Sam didn't give a fuck!

Its jaw cracked as Sam forced it open, pulling out each and every soul. "there not your fuel any longer," one by one, the gentle light was lifted out and into the air around Sam. 'just a bit longer and death you take you to rest.'

There was a trace of a gentle on his face as he turned back to the abomination. He didn't speak, just condensing his power. Throughout his entire body, he made small changes he paid no mind to. Nor the lightly mixed aura he was letting off.

Then Sam opened his mouth, a dark void. Guarded by demonic sharp and ghostly pale teeth. It looked back; it reached out with numerous pale and clawed hands. All things that lived understood this was very dangerous; if they listened closely, they could hear it. Voices of all kinds, of grudges of hate, laughter madness, craving for destruction or release.

The abomination made no notice of these voices, still struggling pointlessly, fighting even as its power was long gone. Even as it slowly began to fade, body parts no longer grew and fell sporadically.

But Sam would take no chance with this thing; he would not allow the thing to remain on the plane. At least with this trick, he would make sure it didn't have anything left. The pale hands grabbed onto the abomination, ripping out chunks of it, reaching for the parts that it left over the ground.

Slowly and surely, the abomination was pulled into the void, and the human could only watch and listen. The wet sounds of treating flesh and the whispers from the void grew louder and older as it was fed, the hand being more solid, details forming.

Then, it ended with a click of teeth. If you listened, you could hear nails scarping against these teeth. Trying to break out and devour more, Sam said nothing, sitting down and beginning some meditation. 'I almost forgot how risky this technique is.'

There are many planes the dead can go, reincarnation, some form of hell or underworld. Heavens, then there was the void; Sam had only been there once. He did not want to go back," the best place to describe it is a realm of leftovers. Parts of souls and spirits that wanted to become whole, an endless hunger that can never be filled. So they tear about just about everything that enters it."

"so you knew it would end that thing," Cora asked, setting down her drink; they had returned to the town an hour ago and were currently getting refreshments. "but it seems dangerous. More dangerous than your usual stuff."

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"it is, I'm opening a portal, and something could come out." Sam was actually worried about the things that could come out. They were the kind of thing you couldn't just simply kill with demonic power. The only real practical option was a ritual he needed his witch powers to perform. It wasn't a simple thing either. "but if it did, I would take care of it," after a small fight to satisfy his battle lust.

'aw, maybe I should schedule a match. Or call a hook-up line.' that fight against the abomination was something he would never allow himself to enjoy, not against that thing. "ah, next thing I have to deal with are these souls," he looked at the small orbs of light huddling against his form. Sam had a small flow of ghost energy to calm them down; more importantly, it prevented them from drifting off to the afterlife.

It was not that Sam was going to prevent them from going, but after years in that abomination, Not only did they need a little cleansing. But they also could use the chance to enjoy the world a bit before moving on to whatever afterlife awaited.

"so what do you need for that?" move asked, going with the changing in topics. "nothing much, just some time," his ghosty tears would do fine. How many of them he needed was another question. 'ah, I'm going to be very ghostly for a while, aren't I?' this was going to make dealing with the law a slight pain.

He would be holding grudges more, or just be more emotionally volatile. 'well, at worst, I go to prison, I will not look good in one of those outfits." sipping on his drink, Sam enjoyed the moment, the slight breeze, the laughter of some teens. approaching hostiles. "mm," looking toward the direction of the bloodlust he nibbled on his straw. "oh librarians or cultists let's find out."

Turning, Nova could clearly see they were libraries.' so he's expecting some cults to show up;' from what Nova understands, Sam clashed with the cult several hundred years ago. "Are they still around?' she wouldn't deny that it was a possibility; she was not looking forward to whatever came of that?' at worst, there was going to be blood spilled.

"so you have the books from my family library," a rather pompous-looking guy stated, hands folded behind his back. "important books that have been missing until now." Sam gestured to the books sitting on the table." pick what is yours," the man glared before the pilot moved around the table to check the books.

"They're in surprisingly good condition," he commented, brushing off some dust. "so we will have no further business with each other." then he walked off, the group following behind him. "well, that went with less drama than I expected."

The drama came with the next group of librarians, " you book lovers, move fast." he commented right before the lady tried to slap him; he blocked it and backhanded her." introduce yourself first."

"you mother fucker, you don't remember me?!" she sounded very insulted. " I've got about four hundred years of memory; whatever I did was just a day to me." that only seemed to make her madder; smoke came from her mouth. Sam was mostly unphased, even when he realized that white fire in her mouth.' Man, I really hope she doesn't have holy magic.' it was an effective counter against him.

"you attacked my mother!" she accused.

"I've attacked a lot of mothers," Sam immediately replied. Which upset her more. "She was the guardian of the library from which you stole those books. Okay, that rang a bit more bells; pausing to think about it, Sam could remember someone getting in his way. It might have been a woman, but he didn't care enough. Sam throwing a wasteful amount of power at them. It worked, but looking back, Sam couldn't help but cringe at his complete lack of technique and control.

"I knocked her out with one strike, but I don't remember much beyond that. The encounter was too brief." the woman growled, and Sam only rolled his eyes, "well I'll have you know she sends you a formal rematch chal-"

"yes!" he immediately stated, blood reaching at the thought of a good fight. If the woman was still alive and in any form of fighting shape, she would be strong, and he wanted to see that strength for himself. "well, I'll contact her after I have returned the stone toomes."

"Sure, do as you like," Sam told her, not really paying attention to her. More specifically, using his holo device to see if he could find anything about her mot-" What's your mother's name?"

"Are you serious?"

"It's not like she introduced herself when we fought," not that Sam would call that a fight. A fight was an exchange of skills. A showing of strength and skill, that encounter had not been a fight. the girl grided her teeth before answering him. "make sure you remember it, for my mother's name is Lorie Messier!" Sam nodded before entering that into the reach bar.

"Oh!" he was excited by the heat he found, his battle lust physically leaking from his body. Not helped by the side effects of his power, "ah." clenching his fist, he cracked his knuckle before pulling back his battle lust, though it already spooked the people around him.

"ignore that."

"like hell, I will!" she shouted back, and Sam just gave her an annoyed look before scuffing. He had a future fight to obsess over. he spent hours just watching her previous fights, well, fights there was footage of. Thinking about how it would feel to break her armor, to shatter her blade. 'too many obsess and destructive thoughts.' he pushed them aside as best he could and tried to think with a more clear mind.

"either way, I want to cross sword with her," the power behind her swings. Could he block it? Would he break" self-destructive thoughts." very bad thoughts he didn't want, 'My lord, I think you should step away from the thoughts of combat. I believe your battle lust is complicating things.' Sam paused and thought about it before pouting cause they appeared to be right.

grumbling, he stretched out a form where he was sunbathing," for no other reason than he could. "great, what should I do in this little village?" sitting up with an idea, he jumped off the roof, landing in a crouch before a dog. " hey watch it." Sam waved in apology before walking off toward the plaza where the sword stood.

Coming within five feet, he sat down. "Man, you got me good then, didn't you. Took off my arm, in my demon mode nonetheless." It was truly an impressive feat; most things broke before they touched him in that form. "You were so strong, truly the first human I ever felt respect for in battle. Yet you didn't live after the fight, I can't find your spirit either."

"do you not want to talk? Did something happen?"

"Man, this sucks, I think we could have been friends. We probably still could be friends."

"Can you hear me? If not, how is the sword still pinning my arm?" he rubbed the limb; he hadn't realized it much to use to it, or maybe it was just a phantom pain. But he could feel the cut, along with the sword painting the limb. "here, hoping it was just phantom pains."

While he wouldn't mind meeting the warrior again, not just because of his battle lust singing at the half-remembered battle. The first person Sam met that could swing faster than sound. The sonic booms every time he swings the sword, "I was stuck using my ghosty intangibility during most of the fight. But now I think I could do so much better!"

his smile was downright feral and bloodthirsty before he forced himself to calm down." no, no, no, I should get worked up on a fight I might never get." Focus Sam, there were other things to worry about, like the match against Lorie." I should do some work, katas." he tried some image training with what he saw in the videos. In effect, it made him even more excited for the upcoming fight.