Post by BlackCoven on Mar 20, 2005 2:31:31 GMT -5
Chapter 21
“What the hell…..Who is he talking too? Secanya ponders as he fixes his eyes on the cloud of fog and mist that surrounds the area. Laughing continues as faint whispers can be heard in all directions.
“Brother….what shall we do first…?”
“I am hungry brother…. I want to eat him..”
“Yes, eat we shall.”
The whispers silence as the fog begins to empty in a cyclone of pressure as it trails behind a blur. Souta moves so fast that its virtually impossible to see him. He quickly sprints across the rooftop, unnoticed, coming to a halt directly next to Secanya completely taking him off guard. Secanya’s eyes widen as he senses Souta’s presence directly next to him.
“Incredible, this can’t be the speed of a human.”
With out warning, Secanya spits out a small pool of blood. “I didn’t even feel it….” He says looking down at the wound made from Souta’s hand thrusted into his abdomen. As fast as his mind could grasp the situation, he quickly soars into the air to avoid another attack but he could tell the damage had been done. As he attempted to heal his wound, he noticed the sharp sting from his side wasn’t dissipating. It was then he saw Souta holding something in the palm of his hand. He had pulled out an organ of some sort as he rubbed the dripping blood across his face. The sadistic smile that covered his face was unmistakable, this was the true demon that lied inside. “He must have been to his limit if he gave into that.” Secanya thinks to himself as he stays in the air trying to devise a plan. Letting go of the wound he places both hands on his sword as he says a few words under his breath. The sword began to shine bright once again as two spirit like entities flew from his body in the appearance of his lost brother Kale and his father Mathias. It only made sense to him that his own soul would take the appearance of those he loved. The two angelic spirits soared from his body and towards Souta with flaming swords in hand. As Souta motions to swing his flail, the spirit merely travels through the weapon as it slashed its sword of fire across the body of the demon. The other followed as it also swung its sword through his body.
“What the hell trick is this?” Souta growls as the blows brought him to his knee’s.”
“You can’t attack my heavenly spirits, they are not material form, instead they attack your living energy, or soul I should say. Each blow feels as if your chest is being ripped apart from the inside. Hurts doesn’t it.” Secanya says watching the grief stricken face of Souta clasping his chest with his hand. Because of the transformation, Souta’s body seemed to form a natural coat of armor and his skin turned a dark brown. Some small changes in his facial expression, but not much.
Since the spirits require an enormous amount of energy, he disperses them into the air and sours from above. He raises his sword up hoping this last blow will be enough to finish him once and for all. Just as he is about to land the blow, a hand seems to come out of thin air and grasps the blade, stopping it instantly in its tracks. The force from the blow sends a blast of wind in all directions.
“Now, someone’s not playing nice, are we?” The voice calls out as Secanya’s eyes widen like golf balls…. Seeing an opening, Souta slams his fist across the priests face sending him crashing into a stone slab near the edge of the rooftop.
“Souta……”
“Sorry my lor…..” Souta stops in a sudden shock of fear as he looks to his side.
“No, please finish…”
“Sa..sa..sorry my lord….”
“Ah, now that wasn’t too hard now was it. I have to admit, the sound of that is intoxicating, reminds me of old times.” The voice says as Souta bows before him.
“Azazell, so this is the legendary demon I spent my whole life reading about….” Secanya says as he lifts his body off the ground.
“I’m honored, truly, you practically gave me this body, so young and fragile…. You didn’t honestly think a vessel like this could hold me… did you? Of course not, you planned on this didn’t you, ha ha ha, to think I would help a holy man. I guess its your lucky day.” Azazell says as flames erupted from his arms. He slowly moves his gaze downwards to Souta who is still bowing. In a flash, he grabs Souta with one arm and slams his arm through his stomach as the man cries out in pain. He then tosses the body to the ground a few feet away.
“I always did like barbecue.” Azazell says as he runs his tongue across the burnt flesh of Souta that covered his forearm.
“Jinca…..whats…whats happened to you?” Luna utters in complete shock as she has backed herself against the far end of the rooftop. As he moves his glance to meet hers, a quick change in his demeanor formed as his eyes turned from a bright red to a light brown, but only for a moment. He placed one hand on his forehead for a moment before he brought his gaze back to meet hers once more.
“Luna…he he he, I have something for you…” He says in an eerie voice while walking towards the defenseless woman.
Secanya, still badly shaken by the blow, he yells at Azazell, but he pays no attention.
“My legs, they feel so…weak. I must…I must….get to her.” He says but soon falls to the ground.
"jinca...."
Sorry, but I have to cut it here, I will leave you in suspense for what’s to come next.
“What the hell…..Who is he talking too? Secanya ponders as he fixes his eyes on the cloud of fog and mist that surrounds the area. Laughing continues as faint whispers can be heard in all directions.
“Brother….what shall we do first…?”
“I am hungry brother…. I want to eat him..”
“Yes, eat we shall.”
The whispers silence as the fog begins to empty in a cyclone of pressure as it trails behind a blur. Souta moves so fast that its virtually impossible to see him. He quickly sprints across the rooftop, unnoticed, coming to a halt directly next to Secanya completely taking him off guard. Secanya’s eyes widen as he senses Souta’s presence directly next to him.
“Incredible, this can’t be the speed of a human.”
With out warning, Secanya spits out a small pool of blood. “I didn’t even feel it….” He says looking down at the wound made from Souta’s hand thrusted into his abdomen. As fast as his mind could grasp the situation, he quickly soars into the air to avoid another attack but he could tell the damage had been done. As he attempted to heal his wound, he noticed the sharp sting from his side wasn’t dissipating. It was then he saw Souta holding something in the palm of his hand. He had pulled out an organ of some sort as he rubbed the dripping blood across his face. The sadistic smile that covered his face was unmistakable, this was the true demon that lied inside. “He must have been to his limit if he gave into that.” Secanya thinks to himself as he stays in the air trying to devise a plan. Letting go of the wound he places both hands on his sword as he says a few words under his breath. The sword began to shine bright once again as two spirit like entities flew from his body in the appearance of his lost brother Kale and his father Mathias. It only made sense to him that his own soul would take the appearance of those he loved. The two angelic spirits soared from his body and towards Souta with flaming swords in hand. As Souta motions to swing his flail, the spirit merely travels through the weapon as it slashed its sword of fire across the body of the demon. The other followed as it also swung its sword through his body.
“What the hell trick is this?” Souta growls as the blows brought him to his knee’s.”
“You can’t attack my heavenly spirits, they are not material form, instead they attack your living energy, or soul I should say. Each blow feels as if your chest is being ripped apart from the inside. Hurts doesn’t it.” Secanya says watching the grief stricken face of Souta clasping his chest with his hand. Because of the transformation, Souta’s body seemed to form a natural coat of armor and his skin turned a dark brown. Some small changes in his facial expression, but not much.
Since the spirits require an enormous amount of energy, he disperses them into the air and sours from above. He raises his sword up hoping this last blow will be enough to finish him once and for all. Just as he is about to land the blow, a hand seems to come out of thin air and grasps the blade, stopping it instantly in its tracks. The force from the blow sends a blast of wind in all directions.
“Now, someone’s not playing nice, are we?” The voice calls out as Secanya’s eyes widen like golf balls…. Seeing an opening, Souta slams his fist across the priests face sending him crashing into a stone slab near the edge of the rooftop.
“Souta……”
“Sorry my lor…..” Souta stops in a sudden shock of fear as he looks to his side.
“No, please finish…”
“Sa..sa..sorry my lord….”
“Ah, now that wasn’t too hard now was it. I have to admit, the sound of that is intoxicating, reminds me of old times.” The voice says as Souta bows before him.
“Azazell, so this is the legendary demon I spent my whole life reading about….” Secanya says as he lifts his body off the ground.
“I’m honored, truly, you practically gave me this body, so young and fragile…. You didn’t honestly think a vessel like this could hold me… did you? Of course not, you planned on this didn’t you, ha ha ha, to think I would help a holy man. I guess its your lucky day.” Azazell says as flames erupted from his arms. He slowly moves his gaze downwards to Souta who is still bowing. In a flash, he grabs Souta with one arm and slams his arm through his stomach as the man cries out in pain. He then tosses the body to the ground a few feet away.
“I always did like barbecue.” Azazell says as he runs his tongue across the burnt flesh of Souta that covered his forearm.
“Jinca…..whats…whats happened to you?” Luna utters in complete shock as she has backed herself against the far end of the rooftop. As he moves his glance to meet hers, a quick change in his demeanor formed as his eyes turned from a bright red to a light brown, but only for a moment. He placed one hand on his forehead for a moment before he brought his gaze back to meet hers once more.
“Luna…he he he, I have something for you…” He says in an eerie voice while walking towards the defenseless woman.
Secanya, still badly shaken by the blow, he yells at Azazell, but he pays no attention.
“My legs, they feel so…weak. I must…I must….get to her.” He says but soon falls to the ground.
"jinca...."
Sorry, but I have to cut it here, I will leave you in suspense for what’s to come next.
