Chapter Eight: Divine Intervention!
So this is the newest chapter of my journey, it was long and perilous from before this. It only gets worse… because immortality is not as easy as it sounds. When you become immortal, people think you're a freak and banish you from your home, over and over again. Especially when you enter a bloodlust after not devouring a soul… for a very long time.
"So this is where he's hiding?" Caleb asked, his voice was nothing more than a whisper, he wanted to chuckle at the distastefullness of Claude. A random tower in the middle of nowhere most likely filled with creepy-crawlies. Caleb shuddered at the thought of those puny little bugs that could form a swarm and kill a grown man.
"I guess it suits him… little spider."
"I wouldn't call a demon spider little." Sebastian stated, he still wore that damned deer-head.
"Compared to me he is."
"I would like to see that."
"It is an eventuality." Caleb responded and stepped forward, and walked with Alois and Sebastian to the door, Alois, despite his sadism and new abilities was unusually quiet, so Caleb turned his head to find the boy fidgeting with his fingers and his eyes were closed. He was obviously concentrating and wore a frown as he did.
"Something wrong, Alois?" Caleb asked the blonde-haired boy and then his eyes snapped open and Alois stared at Caleb.
"Yes, there is." He responded and then averted his eyes nervously with a slight single chuckle. "I know it'll probably seem ridiculous but-" He began but was cut off as Caleb turned his head away again.
"You're afraid of the dark." He finished Alois' sentence and then knocked on the door.
I was too, once. Caleb thought, then finished knocking on the massive and rotting door that was barely even standing. It was common courtesy to knock before you-
SMASH!
-smash the door down. Caleb blinked once and the splinters of door fell to the ground… then, he stepped inside.
It was dark in here, zero lighting but even so… Caleb could still see the woven webs of Claude sharp and unbreakable webs that could easily decapitate or dismember. "See them?" Caleb asked Sebastian.
Sebastian looked around in response and nodded slowly. "Those…" He answered and nodded, but then his head twitched and he spun around.
VR-R-RRRROOOOOOOOOM!
Caleb turned and found the same Reaper from before standing before the trio of demons with a massive weapon that seemed to strike fear into even Caleb's heart. "Death scythe?" He asked and noted that this was the Grim-reaper he had encountered when he devoured the drunk's soul…
Oh god… it burned so much… it tasted like glass in my mouth, that was an awful soul.
…this stupid, and pathetic reaper had initially taken a single punch to the face and flew back a couple meters, why did… this man in woman's clothing have a weapon of such caliber?
"That's right…" He said with a grin. "The names Grell Sutcliffe and demon-slaying is one of my hobbies!" She said and with that Caleb's expression darkened slightly.
"You can't hope to kill me with that." He said with a laugh and then his eyes lost their amber warmth and slowly faded into a shade of magenta that burned brighter with each passing second. He felt the power start coursing through his body.
"Oooo, Feisty aren't you?! Let's dance!" Grell stated and charged at Caleb with his Death-scythe raised high, a chain blade that'd cut through him in a moment's notice.
Caleb raised a single hand, and held it in the direction of Grell, and the crimson-reaper brought the weapon down upon Caleb… whose life flashed before his very eyes.