"Ahem, so this is what happened..."
The day of the accident, the come up idea of creating a new body to split our personality was about to happen.
While we are in the lab, you are making preparations for the potion, body parts, and other materials, while I was thinking of preservation, enhancement, and control.
At first, it was moving with control and the flow are at our mercy. However, our personality collided, turning into a mess up operation, which result for the lab to be blown out of place.
The blow, destroyed the whole lab but it didn't kill us.
Must be because of those containing potions that sprinkled on our body when the whole lab was blown, our body's damaged turn into that of paralized damaged.
Unbeknownst as our body laid stiff on the ground for three days, our location has been exposed and the royal Knights that take keen measures of finding our wereabouts had finally succeeded in capturing us.
After that, the tower mage - Alkaline, the mighty Knight - Muzok, and the young king of jinx - Zione strike us in full force, resulting for our body to turn to ash.
"Are you saying we died just like that?"
"Yup! They are the three strongest man on Jinx kingdom, after all."
"Hmp, pathetic! To die like that without a fight, do you expect me to live like that?"
"Isn't that the fate we had?"
"Fate my ass, just say you fooled around."
I wasn't happy on how I died, nor did I feel delighted of how he describe my death with those eyes.
Weak are only for those who do not accept fear, that do not include me.
Did he want me to grow like that?
Nah, I will never!
Tension began as we continue this conversation. From this, I learned how pathetic the future me become, how powerless he is, and how little does he think of himself.
He had the power to rule the others including the so-called three great masters, yet why did he choose to live in hidding just to split his personality?
Just how much hate does he bore towards the other him to the point he can sacrifice his freedom and engulf his days in his lab?
Shit!
This is making me feel shitty!
But isn't it a good thing?
Now that I know the future me and what destructs me, wouldn't that be easy to pull off?
The future me would be happy, knowing I could change his outcome.
For that to happen, this guy needs to dissappear!
"What happened after we die?"
"You fall into deep asleep while I began to travel the world." He confidently boost.
"Huh, why did I fall deep, while you got to enjoy your life as a spirit?"
"Simply said, I'm superior than you."
I gritted my teeth upon his words. I wanted to beat him to death, take his place, and be a man for all.
But how?
My innate talent was "Devourer" an art that could Devour anything I happen to have contact with.
It was an innate talent that came from the blood of mother: the vamp's—a blood that mother secretly hides.
Even as a spirit, that ability will remain active.
That can do... I can use that ability to my advantage.
I will make sure to finish you in one fell gulp.
I began to advance, little by little, walking near his side.
"You must have enjoyed your time wandering the world. You might have seen more beautiful land than I. How jealous of me."
"Well, that is for sure! I wandered the world like some freelancer. I try to passed a tree, I levitate in the air, I scared the humans to their wits, I entered a private bathtub that has a beautiful man, I sleep with the same bed as him, kiss him, peeked on every little chance, wake him up in the morning as we do an exercise..."
Those words take a toll on me, that my face must have been heated by embarrassment.
The fuck is he spouting!
Is he for real?
What the fuck are those close eyes moment even mean?
Is he trying to reminiscence the past while speaking his shits?
Tsk, this guy doesn't have any shame.
I can't let him be with me or I will turn to be like him.
Disgustingly horny!
With that, He must die!
"Birl."
"Yes?" He said with an open yet innocent eyes as he face me.
"Goodbye!"
Just as I spoke that, with a cunning smile—I charge to him and landed a kiss.
I felt a stiffen movement, while his stare remain lock in my eyes.
Upon using the devourer art, the welder must use its lips to act as a contact.
This will greatly enhance the chance of succeeding in devouring one's prey.
This choice I choose has a greater chance of succeeding.
So don't blame me for your misfortune.
The tips of our lips glow and yet why does it feel like I'm being suck into something?
Its not just something, instead of sucking him, I'm the one being pulled in!
Shit!, the table has been turned!
I can't...
I can't die here!
No!
I can't die yet.
I said nnnnnoooo...!!
Gulp!
Birl began to lick his lips as he stare at the nothingness of this white place.
His eyes gleem in hallow which isn't suitable for such purity. Yet, why does those eyes exclude the familiarity of being in a place of nothingness? As if he had been born to be place on a single compartment, away from the others, away from the world itself.
Just what life did he experience?
Slowly, those hallow eyes darkened even more as the tip of his hair grow till it reach his buttock. His already white skin paled, making it almost identical to that of pure white glowing skin. And his finger nails grew sharp and dark, like the tip of a knife.
He sighed.
"How foolish! Devouring one's own prey wouldn't just depend regardless on how they are innately born with it. Did he just forgot that I'm the same as him? More so than him, I come from the future. A future that has mastered the talents I was given. I carry more than just an experience when it comes to devouring my enemy. If he had not acted quickly, perhaps he could still live within me. Sadly, its time for him to disappear, leaving nothing of being in existence in this world. Goodbye, my lovely faker!"
Thump!