'Zyran' approached Croviel and then bent down near him. "You must be shocked to see that I'm back after what you fools did to me millennia ago". 'Zyran' or the entity in control of Zyran's body began to speak, his tone carried no trace of emotion, as if he was talking about the weather. "But... That is not why I am here". He stood up and looked at the sky, specifically the moon. "The human world is more beautiful when your not seeing it through someone else's eyes". He then looked back down at Croviel. "Time to die Croviel, maybe in your next life you'd learn the true meaning of loyalty". As the entity spoke, it slowly raised it's arm.
'Cough!' "P-please wait". Even with his broken jaw, Croviel was still able to produce some words.
The entity stopped for a moment and then proceeded to lower it's hand, it's eyebrow involuntarily rising up. " What is it that you want to say, Croviel? Do keep in mind that begging would make you look even more pathetic and it would be pointless".
Croviel ignored what the entity said and continued to speak, albeit difficultly. "Please... spare... my... 'cough!' life". He spoke through gritted teeth, as the weight on his body was too heavy to bear even for him. "I'm sorr—".
"Disgusting". Spoke the entity, as its expression morphed into that of pure disgust, though it's tone remained emotionless. "Just look at how pathetic you've become. Weakness disgusts me, but you Croviel... You repulse me. And you have the nerve to call yourself a demon. I am ashamed for you". The entity then raised it's hand. "Now be a good boy and die quietly...". It then began to slowly lower it's hand with it's palm facing down.Croviel could feel the crushing weight above him multiplying as the entity continued to lower it's hand. He could feel his body slowly getting crushed and couldn't do anything about it. His face began to flatten as he started to find it hard to breathe, even though breathing was not a necessity for demons, they still did it. As Croviel's vision became bloody and blurry he heard the entity say.
"No hard feeling's"
'BOOOM!'
That was the last thing Croviel heard before his body exploded, leaving a pool of blood on the ground mixed with crushed bones and bits of flesh. Just like the human's he has killed and tortured, he also suffered a fate similar to theirs in his final moments. Even going as far as to beg for his life, truly unsavoury. Croviel was unlucky, he bit off more than he could chew and ended up waking up an ancient creature that would be the downfall of all demons. In away he was also lucky to be the first one to perish by it's hand... At least he won't have to bear with the sight of watching his kind go extinct.
The entity calmly observed the bloody patch on the ground, it's expression unreadable. All of a sudden it's head slowly turned to the side, 'Someone is approaching and their moving quite fast'. It then stared at it's open palm and contemplated what to do next. 'I haven't regained all of my powers as of yet, that puts me at a disadvantage. Though that doesn't mean I'd lose either, after all, Even at 5 percent I'm still a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately humans are not my target, the demons are. But how do I get to the realm of demons? For now I'll have to lay low in the human world until I find a way to get there. That only leaves me with one choice at the moment...
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[Two days later]
Location: [???]
I found myself in a dark place once more. All alone, there was no ancient voice to accompany me any more, only my thoughts. I couldn't see, taste nor feel anything. I couldn't even tell how much time has passed since I've arrived here. But... There was one thing I was sure of, I'll be trapped here forever, never to see my younger sister again. Who I'm I kidding, she's gone too, murdered by that bastard. I just hope whoever took my body kept their word. And if they didn't... Well, there's nothing I could do about it. I feel like an idiot for giving my body away so easily but then again, how I'm I going to live without a heart. I should start thinking of ways to spend my time here, since I'll be in this place for a long...
Huh!
All of a sudden I began to feel warmth, wait! Warmth? How can I feel warmth and where is it coming from?. Does that mean I can... I tried moving my arm and it moved, it actually moved!. Curious, I tried to find the source of the warmth, so I began to move my hand around me and that's when I felt it...
'Soft'
'Squishy'
What is this? Wait... That smell, Is that lavender? Why I'm I getting the scent of lavender. Curious, I tried to open my eyes but couldn't as my eyelids felt like they weighed tons. I tried again and this time my eyelids began to open...
'Bright!'
I was immediately blinded by a bright light, that forced me to close my eyes. Damn that stings! Who the heck put the sun Infront of me?. Alright, let's try this again and that's what I did, but this time, I opened my eyelids slowly and as my eyes began to adjust to the bright light, I began to see a white ceiling. Where am I?
How I'm I still alive? I'm pretty sure I was long dead before help arrived, so how I'm I still alive?. It was at that moment that I felt something heavy on my right shoulder. Slowly, I turned my head to identify the cause and that's when I saw it. A little brown head was lying on my shoulder. Who is this? Unconsciously I took a whiff of the hair and finally found out where the lavender scent was coming from. Wait! That squishy feeling from earlier? I lowered my eyes and that's when I saw my hand grasping her... her...
"Your nose is bleeding".
"Oh I didn't notice— Huh!". That voice sounds familiar.
Wait!
I lowered my eyes and saw a pair of brown eyes locked on mine, "Sofia". I said hesitantly.
Instead of saying anything to Zyran, Sofia lowered her eyes and looked at where Zyran was groping her. Her face was expressionless, though Zyran could see a hint of red beginning to appear on her cheeks. She raised her head again, and locked gazes with Zyran once more. This time, he could see an emotion starting to show through her eyes.
'Squeeze'.
Zyran found himself squeezing Sofia once more but before she could show any reaction...
"How many times do I have to tell you to sleep on your own bed, Sofia. Oh!, he's finally awake". All of a sudden Zyran heard a sweet feminine voice coming from behind him.
Unconsciously he turned to see who it was. Which was a mistake...
Soft white skin that lacked a single blemish, long crimson flowing hair and bright ruby eyes, accompanied by sword shaped eyebrows. She wore a red vest and black tights that emphasised her goddess level curves. While her folded arms also worked to emphasise her D cup.
Her sword shaped eyebrows began to furrow as she noticed where Zyran's hand was. She then locked gazes with Zyran and noticed his nose bleed.
All of a sudden the temperature in the room began to slowly rise but before it could reach uncomfortable levels, the temperature lowered again. Making Zyran think that there was something wrong with the room's AC, not even aware that he just dodged a bullet.
The beautiful woman turned around and began walking towards the door and as she left she said: Get dressed and meet me down stairs". Just when her hand touched the door handle, the handle began to melt. But Zyran didn't see this as her back blocked his view. She sighed and then decided to just melt the lock off and pushed the door open. But before closing the door, she turned to Sofia "Your coming with me, Sofia".
Sofia looked towards the dazed Zyran and pouted, another thing Zyran failed to notice. She then slapped his hand away and got off the bed. That's when Zyran noticed that she was only wearing a long white short that reached her knees. Without turning around, Sofia walked towards the door and stepped out, closing the door behind her.
The room was now drowned in silence, as Zyran tried to wrap his head around what just happened. 'Who was that?' he asked himself but received no answer. He then looked at his right and saw a chair that had neatly folded clothes on it.
'Hmm'.
He raised the white blanket and looked at what was underneath... Nothing. ' I'm actually naked, does that mean...'. Suddenly Zyran's mind wandered back to the image of Sofia leaving the bed before he shook his head to clear his thoughts, 'Damn'.
Unconsciously, his hand began to roam around his chest checking for a big hole but, there was none, ' I'm really healed'. With an unamused sigh, Zyran pushed off the sheets and put on the clothes. A plain white shirt and black jeans. 'Just my size'.He then walked towards a mirror that was on the wall.
'Black hair'
'Blue eyes'
'Everything seems to be in check. He touched his cheek and rubbed it. Just remembering the pain of having his skin scrapped off made his spine shiver. 'How did my cheek heal? Was it 'him'? If it was, then what happened to him. I won't get any answers questioning myself, so for now...
Zyran noticed a window and walked towards it. Outside he saw a large garden and further ahead he saw a tall wall. ' Just where I'm I? I guess there's only one way to find out. He walked towards the door and noticed the melted lock. ' You know what, I'm not going to even question it'. He pushed the door open and stepped out.
At least that's what he thought he did...