Mylos 1st POV——
I was — could still be — pathetically weak.
Born without any demonic arts, haunted by a dark past, only affinity is with my sword — one I am not even the best in. Hunted by humans and demons alike, I was quite pathetic. Immortality had presented me a chance, and it had given me hope — hope to grow, where I couldn’t.
To go against the natural order, is death. Sadly for this universe, I cannot die. My existence is the bane of the order, constantly at odds with the rules of universe, evolving with every passing second, and tapping into that chaos — one that exists at the bottom of my soul, I discovered it.
I have no needs for demon arts anymore. My existence transcends all. I practised the blade, and with time, I honed the one thing I am trained in. I practised the chaos, and what I honed was not that trained for countless years, but a gift of madness, one threatening to eat everything whole.
So, I drew from the well, careful not to fall in unguarded. A taste. A palm. A cup. A bucket. Taking more from the well weakened something inside me, something I was forever wiling to trade. My own soul — one not owned by the gods, or the demons or the universe. It was mine to corrupt.
Now, here I crash — my heart beating in my chest, my finger numb from pain, my eyes burning from being kept open for far too long — swinging my blade, happy to claim the life of another. They were useless, pathetic, weak, and hopeless. I never felt sad, but I did feel pity.
He blocked my blade and I leap back, staggering to regain my footing. I was tired of it all. It was aimless to watch these fools struggle against the reality. The church had its reign, now it was time to put down the dying horse, and crush its rider. Burn the bodies and scatter the ashes in the ocean.
“Sigh…”
Narrator's POV——
Mylos staggered back, dodging the bullets fired at his face. He spun around and delivered a kick to Judas’s face with his heel, throwing him to the side and into the cluster of demons. Before he was ripped apart, Judas stomped hard and spun to face the demons, firing his bullets.
They scattered to dodge, and he rolled over and fell face flat. He rolled over to the side, as the blunt end of the hammer collapsed on his former position, sending rock fragments flying. His gaze shifted to the collapsed buildings, the silence wails of terrified humans caused his eyes to burn.
Dead — dead in mere moments. Years of life, beautiful moments, ups and downs. All ended in one instant, and on the whim of one man. Was that not unfair? Judas exploded with fury, and rose quickly, firing at Mylos who darted back, dodging the bullets.
Aysla swung her fallen hammer in an arc, and Judas dodged by ducking under it. He twisted his wrist and aimed at her face mid-swing. He shot the gun, and she dodged by throwing her head back at a fast speed. Mylos shifted his gaze from Judas to Ryan.
The earth around Ryan and Madeleine had been torn to pieces and the effects of the fierce clash continued to ravage its remains. Crescents of purple and gold flew, countered with collapsing flashes of light. Ryan fought fiercely, his enhanced state allowing to to gain an edge on Madeleine.
Mylos prepared to join her, but Ryan snapped his finger and a magic circle formed around Mylos, causing the demon to frown. Eight pillars of golden light collapsed from the sky around the circle, the encirclement tight around a stunned Mylos, “This blasted skill again!”
Sadly for the enemy, one bait would not catch him twice! Even though his body was chained, his mind was still active and he could —! Before he could channel chaotic energies around him to burst the formation, a vicious pain ripped him apart there and then, and his mouth gaped.
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His eyes widened as he was consumed by a fierce golden inferno. Mylos felt fear consume him, but his gaze turned fierce. The pain shattered his mental fortitude, but he balled his hands into fists, and narrowed his gaze. He screamed from the pain, his skin numbing.
“Divine Imprisonment, but on a greater level. Not only are you locked in that position…” Ryan dodged Madeleine’s blade, “But you, demon, would forever be tormented by the holy flames of his great divine majesty. Be absolved demon of your misdeeds!”
Mylos felt the ground around him crack up as he exploded with chaotic energies. They reached out in droves from within his soul, his eyes gleaming in a purple light as his skin burned away in an ethereal gold and purple flame, healing as the imprisonment formation cracked.
“The light is merely a factor of order — the order of two alternate halves. To go against that is to accept chaos — and in chaos, there is no order. Chaos is a void, one that rips open the natural order to reveal the darkness that lies within all lights,” Mylos clenched his fists as his figure twisted.
He felt his body tear up like layers, consumed by the flames and regenerating in a loop. Yet, as he undergone the misery of having himself put in a loop of destruction and revitalisation, he never succumbed to the embrace of the darkness — Mylos refused to die.
There was a massive explosion of aura, and the imprisonment formation was shattered. Mylos, hulking with a twisted grin on his face, glared down upon the stunned Jacob. He flapped his wings, a cold light in his eyes as he appeared merely inches away from Jacob.
Jacob’s eyes widened, and he dashed to the side, dodging Mylos’s descending blade. As the blade swung in a vicious arc to chase him, a bead of sweat rolled down Jacob’s face. Jacob sidestepped and dodged the attack, spinning around to his left and firing at Mylos’s face.
Mylos roared in pain as the golden flames burst ablaze in his heart. He dashed forward, and the swinging of his blade turned frantic. Jacob dodged effortlessly, grinning to himself as how miserable he had made Mylos, but the smile faded when he felt a threat from above.
A hammer came crashing down from the sky, and Jacob who stared at it directly felt his heart skip a beat. He rolled to the side, dodging the swinging of Mylos’s blade and the hammer held by that demon woman. Beads of sweat rolled down his face.
The people that had been buried under the collapsed buildings — their cries — reached his ears and it filled him with rage. He countered and defended, locking the movements of Mylos and Aysla as he weaved around the blindly attacking demons.
The thoughts of the many that were suffocating in the rubble as they speak now, it caused huge veins to pop on Judas’s forehead, and as the sweat slid over them, his eyes blazed in a furious gleam, and he fought even harder.
Ryan watched them, seeing that neither could break out of the other’s chain of attacks and then stepped away from Madeleine to rush to his comrades aid. She dashed forward viciously, chasing his retreat with a stunning fervour, and he retaliated with a burst of attacks.
She reciprocated by swinging her blade around at a high speed, deflecting each and every one of his blade attacks. As he faced her attacks, Ryan roared and exploded with an even greater strength, a burst of aura exploding from within him as his body visibly strengthened.
“Interes—!” Madeleine’s eyes widened as she felt a cold feeling slash through her lower half, and her lashes quivered as the explosion of a familiar warmth followed. The world before her eyes fell to the ground, and she grew still, and colder, “That was beautiful!”
As she vomited blood, Madeleine praised Ryan. He glared down upon her — separated in halves — and turned around. Ryan leapt forward, and as Mylos turned around to face him, Ryan swung his blade, and as his target deflected it, he initiated a burst of attacks.
“You actually think you can stand against me in sword technique?” Mylos questioned, deflecting all of Ryan’s blades with a cold gleam in his eyes. Heroes were the apex of the church’s strength and they stood at the top of everyone else, beyond mere men. Alas, “Your sword is pathetic…”
Jacob aimed at Mylos, but Aysla’s hammer slammed into the side of his abdomen, sending him tumbling to the side. Ryan caught this out of the corner of his eye, but he had locked Mylos in their chained attacks, and he could not pull out — lest Mylos chase and deliver a fetal hit.
“My sword is pathetic?” Ryan tilted his head to the side, dodging Mylos’s stabbing thrust, then he leaned forward and swung his blade like a madman. Mylos’s movements were a blur as he deflected all the attacks, stunning Ryan, “Your existence is just as meaningless as your words…”
Mylos dashed back, and as Ryan chased, he sidestepped and swung his blade. Ryan’s blade met with his shoulder whilst his with Ryan’s arm. They pressed, and in that instance, both of them lost an arm, staggering back and glaring at the other furiously.
Mylos’s hand popped back out — regenerating in an instant — and he rotated his joints. A cold grin formed on his face as he held his sword and pointed its edge to Ryan, “The swords held by the fools who made themselves into pawns for a worthless god, is it not pathetic?”