Azrie Part: 1/2
Dante limped, small steps to keep his pain at bay. He was sure his ribs were broken, some of them at least, and he was also sure he was missing some organs at this point. He had lost track of how much blood he had lost fighting the stupid demons just to barely run away. Rebellion. Power. Overthrowing. He understood their reasoning, but he just couldn’t be assed. The forest was quiet. Too quiet maybe, but all that was in his mind was to run. He lacked most things, he had nothing to his name anymore, they had taken it away from him. He grit his teeth with grunts through the pain and forcefully dragged himself forward.
He hated the demons. Dante grunted with a realization. He hated everyone. He wished everyone could just fuck off out of his way, truly. He didn’t care for the elf anymore, nor the demons, nor the humans. He was just on his own, in the accursed forest— he would conquer everything, he would triumph. HE WOULD BE GREA—
The forest exploded, the earth sundered, the air shattered. At that moment, he felt his heart pause. What. Was. That? He took a few shallow breaths, and for just a few moments he forgot about the pain within his body as he craned his neck to look upwards. His eyes had detected a trace of movement, but just when it was beginning to hurt he finally saw it. Dark clouds of smoke, and just from what he could barely feel within his feet, the earth seemed to be ever so slightly trembling as if it was the calm before the storm, an earthquake was coming, and he would be caught on it.
Dante snorted and began to move away, he didn’t know where he was going, but just limping in the opposite direction from the explosion was enough for him. He just had to get away while he sorted his thoughts, he hated everyone. He wanted everyone dead. He would kill everyone. Their children, their offspring, their genes— he would eradicate their bloodline. Everyone hated him, no one appreciated him. All his fellow humans had done for him was whine to him and complain to him, they never cared. All the elves had done was fuck his life other. All the demons had done was fuck him in the asshole.
All everyone had done was fuck him in the ass.
He was angry. He seethed. He hated everything in existence. He was sure he would be called ridiculous by himself, maybe he was on copium even, but it didn’t matter to him. He was sure the whole world was against him now, anything he tried would be stomped on by those around him, if he didn’t square up, he would literally just die with nothing. He would die alone. Miserable. He was done being like that, he was done with everything. For the first time since the hell started he could move, and yet he thought of nothing but killing.
Dante couldn’t help but close his eyes to think about things. He needed to dwell on that. Burn that image in his mind if necessary. But as soon as he was captured by the demons things went bad, but he knew he just had to wait two days for the Prophecies.
And when the two days ended was when things got worse.
He remembered it vividly. At that moment he felt like the luckiest man of the world, but it would all soon turn to ash, all his hopes and dreams demolished. Right after he agreed to that prompt, everything changed. He hated everything. He wanted everything to be gone. He—
Dante clutched his head with a headache as he limped, he saw a small fire in the distance. He recognized it to be a camp, and by the sounds of it it was quiet, perhaps only one or two people. Slowly but surely he moved like an insect in that direction, like a moth to a flame driven by nothing but the light, he arrived with silent steps. Peering past a tree he saw something unusual, it looked like one of the shitty foxes but this one had white fur, and moreover it was smaller and had clothes.
[Nue Vulpe. Lvl. 17]
His mind stopped, he froze. He hadn’t leveled for two days now. He was now weaker than everyone he felt. But at the same time, he just closed his eyes and walked forward. Stepping on a branch startled the fox, its furry stood on end as it dashed away to create distance, but Dante just continued he didn't care. He had greater goals, and the fox was nothing but a stepping stone. It snarled.
"Human, stop right there!"
It's mouth did not move. Dante analyzed it for a second before continuing. Perhaps if it had been a day ago he would've been surprised, but he didn't care anymore. So long as it has access to The System it had to be killed.
"I said stop," it hissed as its back clothes moved. And with a pale incorporeal aura of mana it brought out a wand. "Last warning."
"Fine," Dante sighed. In the end nothing wanted to give way to him. In the end, things would always get in his way. "Then let's have it your way." He grinned as his face paled.
He felt it move through his veins and he took a step back as he felt it run out of his stomach and slide through his leg. He slowly prepared to do a kick from a distance as it pooled at the bottom of his sheen.
The fox clicked its tongue magically. "You leave me no choice." Mana coalesced at the wand, and soon a fireball was formed.
Dante felt his limbs getting hot as he spun in reply. "You know, ever since I got a taste of it I've been unable to let it go." With a snapping sound, he did a backwards kick. He felt the air resistance clearly, but the base of his leg boiled. He felt the heat.
The fireball was let go, but with an ominous sound a red aura coalesced, flashed amidst the kick. Iridescent. Like a laser it singed through the fireball, bright red, a searing cut like a flash. Candescent. It passed through the trees and through the fox. Maiming through it's neck as if it were nothing. With no more than a whimper it dropped dead, its body burnt and sliced. His leg felt pain. It boiled. His very blood hurt through his veins and he nearly dropped right then and there. But Dante greeted his teeth. Everything felt bad. He hated everything. Existing was suffering.
Notifications flashed through his mind, but he didn’t care.
His insides felt hurt.
Azrie Part: 1/2
Dante limped, small steps to keep his pain at bay. He was sure his ribs were broken, some of them at least, and he was also sure he was missing some organs at this point. He had lost track of how much blood he had lost fighting the stupid demons just to barely run away. Rebellion. Power. Overthrowing. He understood their reasoning, but he just couldn’t be assed. The forest was quiet. Too quiet maybe, but all that was in his mind was to run. He lacked most things, he had nothing to his name anymore, they had taken it away from him. He grit his teeth with grunts through the pain and forcefully dragged himself forward.
He hated the demons. Dante grunted with a realization. He hated everyone. He wished everyone could just fuck off out of his way, truly. He didn’t care for the elf anymore, nor the demons, nor the humans. He was just on his own, in the accursed forest— he would conquer everything, he would triumph. HE WOULD BE GREA—
The forest exploded, the earth sundered, the air shattered. At that moment, he felt his heart pause. What. Was. That? He took a few shallow breaths, and for just a few moments he forgot about the pain within his body as he craned his neck to look upwards. His eyes had detected a trace of movement, but just when it was beginning to hurt he finally saw it. Dark clouds of smoke, and just from what he could barely feel within his feet, the earth seemed to be ever so slightly trembling as if it was the calm before the storm, an earthquake was coming, and he would be caught on it.
Dante snorted and began to move away, he didn’t know where he was going, but just limping in the opposite direction from the explosion was enough for him. He just had to get away while he sorted his thoughts, he hated everyone. He wanted everyone dead. He would kill everyone. Their children, their offspring, their genes— he would eradicate their bloodline. Everyone hated him, no one appreciated him. All his fellow humans had done for him was whine to him and complain to him, they never cared. All the elves had done was fuck his life other. All the demons had done was fuck him in the asshole.
All everyone had done was fuck him in the ass.
He was angry. He seethed. He hated everything in existence. He was sure he would be called ridiculous by himself, maybe he was on copium even, but it didn’t matter to him. He was sure the whole world was against him now, anything he tried would be stomped on by those around him, if he didn’t square up, he would literally just die with nothing. He would die alone. Miserable. He was done being like that, he was done with everything. For the first time since the hell started he could move, and yet he thought of nothing but killing.
Dante couldn’t help but close his eyes to think about things. He needed to dwell on that. Burn that image in his mind if necessary. But as soon as he was captured by the demons things went bad, but he knew he just had to wait two days for the Prophecies.
And when the two days ended was when things got worse.
He remembered it vividly. At that moment he felt like the luckiest man of the world, but it would all soon turn to ash, all his hopes and dreams demolished. Right after he agreed to that prompt, everything changed. He hated everything. He wanted everything to be gone. He—
Dante clutched his head with a headache as he limped, he saw a small fire in the distance. He recognized it to be a camp, and by the sounds of it it was quiet, perhaps only one or two people. Slowly but surely he moved like an insect in that direction, like a moth to a flame driven by nothing but the light, he arrived with silent steps. Peering past a tree he saw something unusual, it looked like one of the shitty foxes but this one had white fur, and moreover it was smaller and had clothes.
[Nue Vulpe. Lvl. 17]
His mind stopped, he froze. He hadn’t leveled for two days now. He was now weaker than everyone he felt. But at the same time, he just closed his eyes and walked forward. Stepping on a branch startled the fox, its furry stood on end as it dashed away to create distance, but Dante just continued he didn't care. He had greater goals, and the fox was nothing but a stepping stone. It snarled.
"Human, stop right there!"
It's mouth did not move. Dante analyzed it for a second before continuing. Perhaps if it had been a day ago he would've been surprised, but he didn't care anymore. So long as it has access to The System it had to be killed.
"I said stop," it hissed as its back clothes moved. And with a pale incorporeal aura of mana it brought out a wand. "Last warning."
"Fine," Dante sighed. In the end nothing wanted to give way to him. In the end, things would always get in his way. "Then let's have it your way." He grinned as his face paled.
He felt it move through his veins and he took a step back as he felt it run out of his stomach and slide through his leg. He slowly prepared to do a kick from a distance as it pooled at the bottom of his sheen.
The fox clicked its tongue magically. "You leave me no choice." Mana coalesced at the wand, and soon a fireball was formed.
Dante felt his limbs getting hot as he spun in reply. "You know, ever since I got a taste of it I've been unable to let it go." With a snapping sound, he did a backwards kick. He felt the air resistance clearly, but the base of his leg boiled. He felt the heat.
The fireball was let go, but with an ominous sound a red aura coalesced, flashed amidst the kick. Iridescent. Like a laser it singed through the fireball, bright red, a searing cut like a flash. Candescent. It passed through the trees and through the fox. Maiming through it's neck as if it were nothing. With no more than a whimper it dropped dead, its body burnt and sliced. His leg felt pain. It boiled. His very blood hurt through his veins and he nearly dropped right then and there. But Dante greeted his teeth. Everything felt bad. He hated everything. Existing was suffering.
Notifications flashed through his mind, but he didn’t care.
His insides felt hurt.
