When Daemon woke up... it was still dark outside which confused him. 'Did I not sleep, or did I oversleep?' he wondered.
'System, how long was I asleep?' Daemon asked mentally.
-A day.-
'A day... Is it because I was dead that I needed more sleep?' Daemon pondered.
He decided not to dwell on it right now and focused on finding out more about the village's belief in the forest spirit.
...
While walking throughout the villager like always he decided to keep a low profile. He heard someone speaking angrily nearby, and the conversation piqued his interest as it was about the missing persons.
"Where is my sister?" a voice demanded.
"So you managed to figure out that we took your sister out of everyone in the village?" another voice replied mockingly.
"Give her back to me, or I will inform the detective about you," the first voice threatened.
"Ha, ha... how about we take you to your sister," the second voice sneered.
"Mmhh!" came a muffled cry.
Daemon, intrigued by the exchange, moved closer to the source of the voices, he observed the scene from the end of the alleyway, where three men surrounded a short girl who was shivering with fear. One of the men had just sliced her across the eye with his knife. She pushed him away and tried to scream, but another man quickly covered her mouth, holding her back. Despite her struggles, she couldn't escape their grasp.
'The same men I ran into before... they're the kidnappers targeting women,' Daemon thought, looking at the men. 'This is where I can really test my strength on someone with enough strength,' he thought.
While he didn't care about the missing villagers or the girl, like he thought before he wanted to know about the forest spirit and felt there might be more to it than the villagers knew.
Daemon clenched his fist and slowly walked up behind one of the distracted men, who had just started to rip the girl's clothes off her body. Arriving at the back of one of the men, Daemon slammed his fist into his back. However, he felt pain in his hand, and his strength only pushed the man forward a little bit.
'Oh my god, am I that weak? I thought I had strength beyond a human,' Daemon was surprised.
"Where did this rat come from?" one of the men sneered.
Before Daemon could react, another man was already behind him, slicing his neck. Blood sprayed out instantly Daemon felt his life draining away. He tried to cover his neck to stop the bleeding, but it didn't work. He dropped to his knees after a few moments he was dead.
One of the men recognized Daemon. "What the hell, it's the guy who bumped into me before."
"Did he come for revenge?" another man said.
They didn't dwell on Daemon's death. They continued with their task, taking out duct tape and rope to tie up the girl. Just as they were about to pick her up and move her, one man noticed that Daemon's body was gone.
"Ah, guys... where did that guy's body go?" he asked, his voice trembling.
...
Daemon lay on the ground in an alley a couple of meters away from where he just died, his eyes wide as he instantly held his throat. 'Oh my god, that was painful... I can even feel the last pain I felt before my resurrection for a second,' he said aloud he reason he was alive because of his eternal rebirth ability he gained.
After a couple of seconds, he stood up. 'System, I thought I was strong enough to take on humans... tell me why I can't and how I can,' he asked mentally.
-The reason you lost is that they are not usual street thugs; they are stronger than normal humans. Also, the start to getting stronger is using your Nyx energy, which is the essence used for every supernatural being.-
-There are five primary points within a person where Nyx energy flows, each serving a unique purpose in the manipulation and utilization of essence: The Crown Point (Head), Throat Point (Neck), Hand Points (Palms), Root Point (Feet), and the Heart Point (Chest). The only one possible right now for you is the Hand Points, which control the flow of essence used for physical manipulation and external projection. Techniques involving weapon summoning, energy construction, or healing are part of this point. Just feel the energy in your chest and make it flow to your palms.-
'So many functions of the body, but what point does what? I have to find out later. For now, I need to create something from my palm to deal with those men,' Daemon thought.
Daemon envisioned a weapon idea that could be used for attack and defense, and also to end a fight swiftly. When he had the idea, he felt a strong pulse of death energy in his chest. He opened a passage, of blockage in his body allowing it to flow to his palm.
Daemon looked down at his hand and saw black and silver condensed energy slowly shape into three claws that extended half a foot in length. When he tried for more, he couldn't.
"So this is Nyx energy, but my own is death energy... that's quite confusing," Daemon muttered. "This will be perfect for a swift death."
-Congratulations, Daemon, on creating your own ability.-
-Death Hand Attack Technique: A technique that allows you to infuse your hands with the energy of death, transforming them into deadly weapons capable of draining the life force from your enemies with each strike.-
-What do you want to call your new ability?-
Daemon thought for a few moments. "Hmm, how about Leech?" he chose because of the life force draining.
Daemon then walked off, heading back to the alley. When he arrived, it was at that moment the men had realized his body was missing. When the man looked up, he saw Daemon.
"Wait, that's him alive... what's going on?"
"Is he a supernatural? He can't be, in this village."
"Never mind that, let's kill him quickly."
The last man who spoke pulled out a pistol from his waist, but another man behind him quickly pulled down his hand as he aimed it at Daemon. "Stop, I told you we can't attract attention right now. Detective Adriana is in the village," he warned.
The man with the pistol put it back in his waist. "Yeah, sorry about that," he said.
"It's fine. Let's use our knives," the other man said.
Two of the men stepped forward while the third placed the girl back down, all three now focused on Daemon. The air grew colder as Daemon's presence became more palpable, a dark aura emanating from him.
The man closest to Daemon spoke. "Seems like he really came back for revenge. Looks like we've got ourselves a tough guy. Now we gotta teach him a lesson."
Daemon's expression remained unchanged. Slowly, he raised his hands, and dark energy began to crackle around them. Three energy claws, each made of pure death energy, extended from his fingers.
"You've made a mistake," Daemon said.
With a sudden burst of speed, Daemon moved. His first target was the man who had just spoken. The man swung a punch at him, but Daemon ducked under it with effortless grace. In a fluid motion, he slashed upward with his right hand, the energy claws slicing through the man's arm. Blood sprayed into the air, painting the wall behind them.
Daemon fought with his instinct as spun his movements like a deadly dance as another man lunged at him with his knife, but Daemon parried the blade with his left claw, the dark energy disintegrating the metal upon contact. He countered with a swift strike to the man's chest, the claws tearing through flesh and bone, pinning the gangster to the wall. Blood flowed in weird patterns.
"What the hell... he really is supernatural. But what kind?" the third man exclaimed. Seeing his comrades fall, he tried to back away, but Daemon was relentless. He leaped off the wall toward him and landed in front of the retreating man.
Daemon's eyes locked onto his, the death presence freezing the man in place. With a swift, powerful motion, Daemon drove his claws into the man's abdomen, lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the wall beside the others.
All three men were now pinned to the wall, their bodies forming a grotesque mural. Blood dripped and splattered, creating a macabre scene of death and artistry. Daemon stepped back, his claws retracting as the dark energy dissipated.
"Nice... I still got it," he said as he surveyed his work, his expression still emotionless, cold, and unyielding. "Let's call it Blood Requiem," he said before walking off what he didn't notice is that he had a smile on his face.
When he arrived at the girl he just cut the rope from around her hand and walked off back down the alleyway.
The girl panic pulling the duck tape off her mouth breathing heavily as she watched Daemon walked away then she looked at how gruesome the men death were she felt sick but she didn't vomit.
'Sister I promise I will find you' she thought.