"Your body is weak, I could snap your bones in a blink of your eyes," Abaddon sneered.
"Then snap it," Nicholas' red eyes glowed bright as he grit his teeth together and charged towards Abaddon.
Blocking his disciple's attack with his arm. Abaddon smirked like a sly fox.
"RAAAA!— ack," Nicholas widened his eyes from the feeling of his spine being snap into two pieces.
He fell to the ground, on his four's while coughing blood. Then he grabbed his neck, his eyes were still wide from the pain.
"I told you. You are weak and I can snap your bones like it's nothing," Abaddon remarked.
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Silence enveloped the tense atmosphere. Nicholas' coughs are only heard, together with Abaddon's footsteps.
"If you wish to surpass me, train harder and lose that soft heart of yours. Hesitation leads to failure!" Abaddon yelled while stealing a glance at Nicholas who stayed in his position.
As he slowly caught his breath, he raised his head and looked towards Abaddon with a meaningful gaze, "I swear on my name that I will become someone who you shall be proud of!"
Satisfied with his words, Abaddon twitched his the corner of his mouth into a small smile.
As the Time Theory also affects the Underworld, similar to as time passes in the Promised Land. A thousand years later.
The scent of blood reeked from his body, footsteps echoed in the empty hall. Servants bowed their heads with their dull eyes open.
His silver sword, tainted with the blood of sinister ghouls. Nicholas' eyes made a sharp gaze as he looked forward. Hair that seemed to dance with his pace.
As Nicholas entered a particular room, he raised his head and shared eye contact with the smirking devil. Seeing his smirk, Nicholas made a wide grin.
"I cleared the area you pointed, killed those eerie ghouls with my precious fists," Nicholas moved his gaze towards his right hand, "It felt quite wonderful to squeeze those empty heads."
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, you haven't defeated me," Abaddon leaned on his palm.
"Understood, My Lord." Nicholas knelt on his knee and did a gesture.
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"My lady, you aren't allowed to enter!" A guard's voice was heard by the doorway.
"Shut your mouth. I'm the daughter of Vlad, the King of Vampires, if you dare to touch me then prepare to escape my father's gaze!" A woman's voice was also heard. Her footsteps became louder and louder as she approached the throne room.
Beads of sweat appeared on Nicholas' serious face, eventually broken into an anxious expression.
Seeing Nicholas in distress, Abaddon's serious expression also broke. He hid his wide smile behind his hand and chuckled.
"Ahem," he fake coughed, "Let the Lady enter."
Nicholas immediately looked at Abaddon with a pleading face. He doesn't want to meet that bold lady, anymore. His actions told everyone that he is deeply traumatized by her.
He continued to shook his head as the footsteps became louder. "I swear you damned devil, I will return this tenfold," Nicholas whispered under his breath.
"Ni-ni~!"
Nicholas gulped his saliva and he closed his eyes as he prepared for the worst.