WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YASMINE?
"And who the fuck is this asshole?" The man's voice echoed through the dance floor, making everyone turn and stare.
His eyes were filled with wrath, and the veins on his brow bulged as he gazed at his lover with almost frenzied intensity.
"This…this is not what it looks like, baby. He… was making a move on me. I was trying to say no to him but he didn't listen." Yasmine replied. Hurriedly moving away from Deimos.
As he witnessed the man's rage, Deimos maintained a cool stance, his lips twisting into a small smile.
He was aware of what was to come, but he couldn't care less. It piqued his interest to see how far this man would go for this bitch.
"You fucker molesting girls in a bar, let me teach you some lessons."
Deimos remained steady as the man lunged at him with a fist.
He quickly avoided the man's fist by turning his head to the side, then used his leg to knock him off balance, causing him to fall face-first onto the dance floor with a loud thud.
Blood trickled from his nose as a result of the blow, staining the floor underneath him.
*Tsk* What a weakling!"
The bodyguards stationed at the club observed the ruckus and quickly made their way towards Deimos. They appeared to be armed and in no mood to screw about.
"Sir, we asked you to leave the club immediately."
As the two bodyguards approached him with their pistols drawn, Deimos appraised the situation carefully. He knew he could easily overwhelm them, but he had other intentions.
"Okay, I will leave. My mood is already ruined."
He cast one last glance at the woman wiping the blood from the man's nose with her handkerchief.
Deimos licked his lips, his mind already moving on from the scene, as he silently left the bar without causing any further disruption.
After 2 hours…
The man with the fractured nose and his girlfriend, Yasmine, left the club.
"I am telling you, if only I wasn't drunk, I would have smacked his face to the floor again and again. He would have begged me for his life."
"I know, baby. Let's go home for now."
"What did he do with you?"
"Nothing, baby; he only tried to kiss. Our lips only touched for a second while dancing."
"That fucker, I will find him and kill him,"
"YOOO Looserrr…...
An unexpected voice broke the night's calm, leading both of them to tilt their heads towards the dark alley in the corner.
The street had already been abandoned, with only a few people hanging around.
"It's You! fucker. Good, now you are already here. I can finally beat you to death."
As he approached Deimos, the man's eyes burned with rage, and he brandished a glinting knife from his back pocket.
The moonlight seemed to cling to the blade, throwing an eerie glare over the black lane.
Yasmine's eyes were filled with nervousness as she looked at her beloved, worried about what he was about to do.
"That's a nice kitchen knife you got there. It might be even bigger than your dick, it seems."
"I will let you know what is bigger." With that said, the man sprinted.
"Why do they always run blindly? "Deimos thought as he shook his head with disappointment.
In a flash, the man was upon him, repeatedly stabbing him with the sharp knife.
Deimos sidestepped each of the man's clumsy knife thrusts with practiced ease. To him, it felt like a child's game; the movements were so predictable and slow.
Then, with lightning-fast reflexes, he struck the man's elbow with his left palm, disarming him in an instant. Deimos effortlessly caught the knife in his right hand, and with a sly smile, plunged it deep into the man's gut.
The man's eyes widened in shock and pain as he stumbled backward, clutching his stomach.
Deimos calmly retrieved the knife and wiped it clean on his shirt, his expression unchanging as he watched the man collapse to the ground.
"Baby….
Yasmine dashed towards her beloved, kneeling beside him and attempting to stop the flow of blood with her hands.
"I am sorry baby; it happened because of me…don't worry. I will take you to the hospital.
"No…run quickly," the man said with difficulty.
"Oye oye oye, you can't die that soon. The show is just getting started."
Deimos sneaked a glimpse at the lovers as he hurriedly grabbed Yasmine by her hair.
Kyaaaaaaa…
He grabbed Yasmine by the hair and threw her against the wall while she screamed in terror.
The man could only watch helplessly as Deimos pressed the blade of his knife against Yasmine's neck.
"You…fucker…" The man tried to yell.
"Shhhhh... Don't disturb us, man."
Yasmine's eyes welled up with tears as she stared in fear at Deimos as he stood before her, knife in hand.
Deimos gently traced the point of the knife along Yasmine's skin, his movements slow and deliberate.
His left hand proceeded towards her neck and started choking her slowly.
Suddenly without warning, he drove the knife into her breast, causing a gush of blood to spill out.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaa....
Yasmine's piercing scream echoed through the night as she gazed in horror at the knife sticking from her breast.
"HIHIHIHIHHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHA...…..
Deimos drew the knife, flung Yasmine to the ground, and began stabbing her madly while his laugh rang down the alley.
The man could hardly keep his eyes open as he watched in horror and despair as Deimos murdered Yasmine right in front of his eyes. The world began to swirl around him, and his body felt heavy with anguish and powerlessness.
*Spit*
He spat on Yasmine's corpse, relishing in the cruel satisfaction of his actions.
Deimos stood up, a twisted smirk on his face, as he surveyed the lifeless bodies of Yasmine and her lover.
[Ding!]
[Exp gained: 5/100]
[Soul absorbing…]
Deimos then felt a surge of power coursing through his body as he observed Yasmine and her lover's souls exit their lifeless bodies and enter his own being. The screams of their leaving spirits rang in his consciousness, and they were absorbed into him in an instant.
[Soul absorbed]
[All stats: +1]