[Initiating system - - -]
"What?"
Dom lazily looked at the interface in front of him, his head ringing. He felt… dizzy.
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Don stared, confused by the sudden words that were written in front of him. They seemed to be written like the words on a computer interface. The words were the only source of light in what seemed to be a dark abyss.
Dom winced, the light becoming brighter as more words appeared.
[Host appears to be in critical condition and is nearing death]
'Those fucking goons.'
He seethed with anger as he remembered what had just happened. He and Daniel were training and those bastards decided to attack them. They had no fucking dignity.
'Fucking cowards, why didn't they have to hit us unexpectedly?!'
Even though he wanted to have been informed about a fight, he knew that he would have still lost no matter how long he prepared. Anders was way above what he could go against, since he had the privilege of being born with a silver spoon and a family owned dust torus.
'Wait, what about Daniel.'
Unable to finish his thoughts, he winced once more as more words appeared.
[Host has been mentally scarred.
1/? death of loved ones acquired.]
Death?! Did the interface just say death. What does it mean by that? None of his friends has died y-
'Daniel.'
As the realization dawned upon him, he immediately exploded with anger.
"Why would they kill him?!"
He shouted, as the abyss somewhat shook due to his anger. He had only know Daniel for a few days,but they were enough to make a huge connection between them. He wanted revenge, he wanted the bastard Blondie and his goons DEAD!
If they could kill, then there's nothing wrong in him doing the same!!
As if hearing his thoughts and liking his bloodlust, new words appeared:
[Rage is the first source of strength.]
[1/? shadow fragments unlocked]
He didn't even bother to look at the words as he continued raging. All he could see was red. Suddenly,the world around him shifted, the darkness receding,allowing for the infiltration of bright colors.
He was back to the scene, of blood spurting out of Daniel's neck while Anders smiled at the cruel sight of Daniel's dying eyes.
...…
His anger kept on increasing by leaps as he started at Ander, his blonde now stained with a bit of red.
Feeling the murderous gaze, Anders slightly shifted his head. He stared into what seemed like an abyssal hole, even though the eyes were dark and hollow, he could sense rage… and he felt fear.
'Something isn't right.'
Whether it was just his intuition or something else, Anders knew that something was terribly wrong.
The feeling of wrongness was unshakable. He stood there, a bit paralyzed by fear. He knew that he could be attacked at any moment and yet his body didn't listen to him.
'The fuck?! Since when did I feel fear for lowlifes?'
With his eyes like an angry abyss, Dom's hands began getting covered in dark substance that seemed to make his hand look like huge claws. His shadow moved like an angry flame, it looked… alive.
Not even wanting for Dom to finish the transformation, Anders' body moved before he could think. Both his hands ignited with fire and he sent them both crashing down.
He gritted his teeth as he sent his hands down as fast as he could. Whatever transformation Dom was about to achieve, he didn't want to know.
His hands finally connected with Dom, the sound of Dom's bones breaking resounded… or so he thought.
With his elbow broken and separated from his body, Anders began falling, blood falling out his elbow. His eyes opened as wide as they could. He wanted to think of how impossible it was for his arm to be cut in half, but he couldn't. The shock from the sight alone was enough to stop him from even thinking.
He didn't even get the chance to scream when his throat was grabbed and crushed. His eyes rolled back as extreme pain washed over him.
"Argh! Kill him!" One of the goons shouted.
[RAGE! RAGE!]
The words were written in front of his face and coloured red as he sliced through the neck of a goon.
[1 memories received.]
He ignored the words as he kept swiping, goon after goon. He didn't even try to dodge the arcanums thrown at him, he simply swiped through ability after ability, life after life and they both dissipated, even the girls weren't spared. Then, there was no goon alive.
Seeing that all the goons were dead, his anger seemed to recede a bit, but it was still there and it was blinding.
Not blinding enough for what he was about to do. He couldn't show mercy.
He turned to his back and slowly walked towards Daniel's body.
His eyes were lifeless and he looked a bit cold. He was dead and Anders killed him.
Speaking about Anders, someone was beside Daniel, trying his best to crawl away from the raging beast.
"I saved you for last!" Dom said between his black elongated wolf-like mouth, that was partly covered with blood.
He walked forward and picked up Anders from the floor, his hands clutching onto the neck of the now red haired Anders. Tears streamed down his face as he tried using his hands to get rid of Dom's hand, but he couldn't even move and for some reasons, his arcanum refused to activate.
"Take a good look at me! This is that last thing you'll ever see!", he shouted.
He could have immediately snapped Anders neck, but even though he was blinded by rage, he wanted him to suffer.
He slowly opened his mouth and Anders' eyes widened with terror as bloody sharp teeth were revealed. Slowly bringing his mouth to the enemy's head, Anders' eyes opened further and his mouth opened as he tried to scream and then, Dom closed his jaw.
[8 memories received!]
...…
He tiredly dropped Anders' body and slowly made his way towards Daniel's dead body. He felt weak and tired.
He slowly reverted back to his normal self as the shadow left his arm, feet and mouth. He laid down beside his dead friend and slowly covered his eyes.
...…
[8 MEMORIES RECEIVED]
"Huh?"
He winced as the bright light illuminated from the huge words in front of him were blinding. He seemed confused as he tried to understand the meaning behind the words.
"Where the hell am I-"
Unable to finish his thoughts, memories began flooding into his mind as he held his head in pain. He had killed someone, or rather some people, actual living beings.
He remembered the way he slashed through most of their necks and the way he slowly killed Anders.
'I can't believe it, I actually killed someone, but why don't I feel that… bad?'
Even though he killed someone, he only felt a little bit bad, not as bad as he'd expect to be. He was expecting to have reacted like most people in movies.
'I guess movies are lies.'
He sighed, let go of his head and looked at the words in front of him.
'What the fuck are memories?'
The light intensified as more words appeared.
[Memories, as the name implies are memories regarded as the worst by a person fallen by your hands.]
[Assessing potential threat around the area…]
[Chances of being attacked within 8 seconds is below 2.67%.]
[Commencing replay of achieved memories...]