[Really? You? Pride? You dare.] The second daemon said.
"I wasn't talking to you." Edgar said, not even looking at it. "Scram."
[I would be mindful of your words if I were you.] Pride said, [Lust could kill those two behind you without moving a muscle.]
"Haha! That would really be a sight to see. That tells me all I need to know about you two."
[And what would that be?] Lust asked
"You're all weak."
Damien jumped in front of Edgar, raising his two fingers and sliding it up. Lust was cut across its chest, holding it in agony as it landed on the ground. Damien appeared in front of him and punched it in the face, sending it back a few meters. Lust stood to its feet, cracking its neck. Damien stood still as well, watching it closely without blinking.
[I see,] Lust said, [We really shouldn't have underestimated you.] Lust raised its hand and span, a translucent scarf wrapping around it. It caught hold of the scarf and opened it up. Immediately, dragon heads emerged from the scarf, rushing at Damien with full speed. Damien dashed back, ducking as one head bit at him and jumping up to avoid another. The third one caught his arm, pulling him back towards Lust, the latter who had readied a vestorer in its palm. It fired it, disintegrating Damien along with the dragon head.
"I see." Damien said, closing his book. Lust spun round to face him, confused. To begin with, they were on a completely different island. Adding on to the fact that Damien was still alive and not a scratch was on his body.
"First, the scarf that contains the dragon heads. Next a more powerful vestorer. You are a sin indeed." Damien said, "But there's something offsetting. You seem weak."
Again, calling it weak. Lust didn't get it. They were looking down on it.
[And I suppose you guys are stronger, huh? This generation of inquisitors is the weakest so far. Even your leader, Jahn Vu, knew that...]
"Watch your mouth, daemon." Damien said, holding her severed head. "I'm in a rather distraught mood and I would not want to make it worse."
Lust held her head, checking if it had truly been severed. It was still intact. Was it hallucinations? illusions, perhaps. Or another trick he was using to by themselves time. Either could be true. And either was bad.
"Jahn Vu was a man obsessed with the strong. He always tried to hammer it into us. 'Be strong', 'The world doesn't support the weak', 'The weak are trampled upon.' blah, blah, blah." Damien shook his head. "And his methods of grooming us into such 'strong men' was harsh. All because he wanted us to be like him. Feared. Revered. Well, look what it did to us. Either dead, mad or broken."
Damien sighed, looking around the scenery, his eyes resting on Edgar.
"Yet we still respected him because of his ideals. At least most of us did. Even in death, he still remains the thorn in our side that constantly pushes us forward. The voice in our head that directs us to every turn and scolds us on every error. He is more or less our father."
[…Are you done?]
"Ah, yes...sorry about that. Lost in thought. Jahn Vu raised me you see."
[Oh.] Lust sighed. [Mind explaining what you've been doing to me.]
"Do I need to?" Damien sighed. "Its a reis ability. I have the ability to..."
[Stop. I don't want to know.]
"Really?"
[Yes. As long as it is a rei, I don't want to know.]
"Ok." Damien said, "Well then, I'll just need to finish you..."
The lower half of the daemon fell to the ground, lifeless. It shook for a few seconds, black blood oozing out of it. Damien stared in confusion, before turning to Kaien.
"What did you just do?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Who else."
"Oh...I ate him." Kaien said with a wink. Damien stared at him in confusion. Was that a rei ability? Or his licht technique. Or probably a hollow.
"You know what, its fine. I don't want to know." Probably more of Kael's shenanigans. Getting involved could be more harmful than he would ever anticipate.
It was Pride that attacked first, going in for the kill with its fingers, trying to tear a hole through Edgar. Edgar casually avoided the attack, stepping to the side. Pride span round, attempting to kick Edgar in the face. Edgar moved out of the way. Cracking its neck, the daemon charged up a vestorer from its mouth and fired at Edgar. Edgar side stepped, catching the daemon's hand before he could strike him.
"Your strategy's lame." Edgar said. The daemon broke free from Edgar's grasp, thrusting his fist at him. Edgar blocked the first punch, blocking the second and third and slamming his head into the daemon. He punched the daemon in the jaw, kicking him back.
The daemon charged again, only to realize that his hand was gone, laying beside him and bleeding out. He slowly turned to Edgar, the latter who stood grinning, one arm on his side, the other behind him.
"Can you guess what I did?" Edgar asked.