There was a time when I never thought of accompanying anyone on my ways in life. Even if our ways led us on the same route, in the same direction. I usually killed them if there was someone who tried to keep up with my pace. But these times were very rare. No one can keep up with my pace, I'm the fastest ever. But I never forget that Makai is a land without limits – unlike the human world where all creatures live for creating their own limitations – and the one faster than me can be born at any moment. I also keep myself prepared for other dangers, for I know I'm not invincible. But no one is, so there is a way for anyone to be defeated. To find these ways while fighting, and to get closer and closer to invincibility – this is my goal in life.
So why did it appear then as if all these principles were pure nonsense? Because Orenda was faster than me? Because she did seem to be invincible in every aspect? Nah, one hit can't prove this of course, but it can be the last ever.
Dying from it, without knowing invincibility… there was a moment when I wished it had happened. A moment when piercing lights filled my mind, flickering through my soul, blocking my view and air from my lungs.
Something crackled to pieces around me – I identified it with the world first, but a while later a blurred thought visited me through the aching mist, the first one since an eternity: it might as well have been the ice figure that had held my hands captive.
I rose, the sounds slowly coming back to my senses, along with the ground below me becoming clear. My arms were still willing to lift me up – good. Then I could continue fighting.
My look searched for comrades able to fight as well. I found only one; one that was bound to the ground with stripes of lightning; a howling, furious beast pouring his own blood in order to break out of the chains. Tears sticking dark bangs to your face, rage straining your features, muscles stretched to their limits, and you were helpless.
The others were lying far away, unmoving. The enemy was watching me. All three of them.
I had no time to be frightened, for it dawned on me quickly: I must have been unconscious for a while, although I didn't notice. A part of me was craving it back: the long, painless ignorance.
My mind was aching in protest as memories of the happenings screamed for release. Like flashes of a sweaty nightmare after waking up suddenly to the silent, moonlit darkness. A warm fluid was throbbing downwards on my body rhythmically, its irony taste revealing it belonged to me and not the enemy, who seemed to be still unharmed anyway.
I had to resort to more serious methods.
The ringing in my brain increased as the dark flames burned the remaining pieces of the magical bandages to ashes, warning meanwhile to the fact that my power was lingering below average. Quite a lot below.
Still, I saw no other option, with you and the others like this. And besides, I had been in greater scrape before. Yeah. Sweet kisses, Mukuro. Thanks to you, three S-class beasts meant nothing special to me.
Cut it out, you screamed through the flames, a hoarse voice hardly to recognize. Similar were the words that left your desperate lips: something about their goal being to anger us, to make us attack them, to use us to defeat ourselves.
I don't really know what it was around me, but it was like a red curtain of boiling blood that wanted to scream the darkest curses at the Graias, and kill them all and make them suffer in Hell forever. So I didn't care for you, only the dead corpses were floating in front of my eyes. I don't know why; I have seen corpses before, not only a few even.
But the women smiled at my rage, and they welcomed it with open arms. It was so obvious that they wanted to embrace my dragon darker than ever before.
