Len sat on the couch with that same grin smacked across his face. The only thing he have thought of these last few days were revenge against that butterknife wielding punk. Once he waked up and saw around the baldy was back leaning above him. Len impaled his face with a burning beak. What was left of his face was a melting hole in the middle of his face. He couldn't even scream as his jaw was slowly melting along with his tongue. He was worthless even in death. After a little relaxation and sniffing the smell of burnt flesh Len stood up. He had a burning memory of dear old Kaba who warned the swordpunk about his attack. All about killing him was all talk before this. Now it was serious. Len burned him to a crisp once he found him. He was hiding in an abandoned farmhouse seeking refuge. He died the way he lived. A coward.

And now it was time. Time to get revenge. All he had to do was say the name of the prick and he would be erased from the world. It would all be finished now. If he had found his name that is. And now they were here. Waiting for one to say a word to each other. The only frightening thing was that the master seemed annoyed. Bad things happen when he is in a bad mood.

"Forgotten his name?" The master said something at last to end the awkward silence. The torches weakened. Len panicked and quickly said something. "No i haven't!" He blurted out. Len's eyes darted back to the torches. They started to light up again. "Then why have't you told me yet?" The master folded his hands and leaned further back inn his black chair. "Because...Because..." Len struggled to come up with an excuse. The master's expression darkened. He was fed up and anyone could notice. The torches were almost out and the master was starting to give off a dark purpish aura.

"Wait!" Len scuffled around his pockets in hope of finding what he was looking for. He then pulled it out. A little red leather strip from his destroyed jacket. He presented it to the annoyed master. "A red strip?" He said confused. "The guys blade cut my jacket open. This is one of the pieces. Maybe one of your hounds can sniff it out." The master seemed to be in deep thoughts for a while. Len breathed out relieved. He had avoided a fight he had no hope to win.

The master let off a big grin. "No. We don't need hounds." The master pulled forth a little rectangular thing resembling a small remote. "Wolves do better." His thumb moved slightly down as he had pushed a small button. Loud heavy footsteps were coming from the masters room. The doors slowly opened to reveal a hulking monstrosity. "Len, say hello to Ymir." The master grinned again as he looked upon his humongous servant. Len however sat there on the couch petrified of awe.


The quakes were just as strong. Nathan could barely stand on his feet at one of them. The latest quake even uprooted some nearby trees. Whoever they are their power was commendable. The trees wasn't the only thing that was being destroyed. The green grass was wilting, trees were starting to light themselves on fire and the ground was mushy and soft. The last one couldn't be explained. This amount of destruction was beyond anything Nathan have ever seen. The forest was overflowing with heat. It felt as if there was a volcano underground.

Despite the destruction surrounding him Nathan went on. His curiosity was not sated at all. The fight or whatever that was happening was too interesting to pass up. And an extra was free booze for a while. If he could keep his head cool around that annoying bartender. And that master is quite... unique. If anything Nathan wondered how the hell he got females into that guild.

Another quake shook the earth again. It made shockwaves along the soft ground as if someone had laid down on a waterbed. The heat was also intensifying. Then in an instant he saw two figures flashing by him. Pink sparks came off one of their arms while the other had some sort of flowing black substance surrounding his mouth. It was hard to tell due to their speed. But one thing was clear. It was two males that was fighting intensely.

The males went quickly away and continued their intense fight. They didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Nathan stopped fora breif second and looked at the direction the two men went. Another eruption of that black substance came with pink sparks spiraling the black pillar. Nathan proceeded to walk slowly away. The further he was away from the two's fight the better.

Nathan wasn't sure what he had seen. One thing that was certain is that they were slayers. The master said so himself. The other thing he was certain of was that they had a huge amount of magic power. A simple fight wouldn't simply change the nearby ecosystem. But here he stands being heated by the ground that has the solidy of jelly. Nathan looked around his surroundings again and spotted something unusual. A girl sitting there looking at a map unfazed by the events around her.

Nathan looked questioningly at the girl. He wondered how she isn't bothered by the events happening around them. Nathan sighted. Is this usual for them? He turned around to look at the lands behind him. The ground looked like it could flatten at any moment and the trees were oddly melting. Nathan looked up at the sky to see yet another eruption of the black substance. The duo is coming closer.


"Brrr!" The old master started to shiver. "What is it now old fool?" Owen asked while pooring a big glass of beer. "Oh nothing. It's just i felt something expensive being broken right now." The master grabbed the beer from Owen's hand and took a long sip out of it. "I would guess that feeling is right. You know what happened last time someone came back from a job." Owen bowed down and pulled out some bottles. The master slammed the glass down on the counter and breathed out relaxed. "I suppose so. But i hope it's nothing expensive." The master picked up the glass and started to drink.

"Don't count on it." The bartender opened up the cash register. "Shall i put it on your tab?" The master slammed the glass down again. "Put it on." The bartender went under the counter and pulled forth a massive list. He wrote a small amount at the bottom of the page. "Can you go get Lily?" The master asked. "What for? So you can plant your nose in her cleavage?" Owen said as he took a dirty mug off the counter. "No. I want her to write some letters." The master glugged down what was left in the glass. "What for?" Owen leaned on his elbows. "I have a bad feeling that a storm is brewing.


Well first off sorry this so short. I won't be able to write for a while so i just finished around here. Sorry. And on another note i can't start writing more chapters until there is more guys in Shadow God.

Sincerely

-The Author