Life: 19
I passed Sallos and his group of whores this morning when heading to class. It seems he refused to leave despite my generous offer to let him and his horde of groupies go without facing retribution. He'll learn to regret that decision on his part when I come for him. My previous fight with Sairaorg served as a first warning, I could kill you. The message was a second and I even gave a decent ultimative. Truly the arrogance of devils is something to behold.
"I would tread carefully, something about the Sallos boy is uncanny as if something is amiss about him, yet something familiar." My tenant warned making me click my tongue.
As if anything he possesses could pose a threat to me.
"You might be a dragon but be warned dragons tend to be slain by heroes and controlled by villians. You may think yourself invincible but I have witnessed the same arrogance claim the lives of many of my hosts in the past. You may just be the most arrogant of them all."
You dare call me arrogant?
"I merely wish for you to take the Sallos boy seriously less he be the end of you." He urged making me smirk from ear to ear.
You've grown foolish in old age it seems, so much for being a mighty dragon.
"What you call foolish I call being cautious. I suggest you heed my words." I rolled my eyes at this.
Whatever.
I go about the rest of my day as normal as usual that includes dealing with the public masses and the ilk that is the perverted trio. Apart of me dies when I have to be the one to take the three oafs to the infirmary after their failed attempt to peep on the kendo club for the upteenth time. Still I must persist, even as I deal with the failure of a dragon that is Issei Hyoudou.
"Ddraig, isn't one to be taken lightly and neither should his host. He is a heavenly dragon for a reason my dear partner." Once more my tenant spoke out to keep me inline much to my dislike.
I sigh as at that earning the raised brow of Hyoudou. I explained that I was simply tired hence my sigh, this seemed to placate the lecherous brunette and his comrades. Although a part of me wishes they would try to fight me so I could render them forever silent.
Finally the time came for the end of school, the end of the dull lectures given by the even duller teachers that tried to fill knowledge into the often empty heads of the dullards that filled the school. Now I was able to go about the rest of my day the way I wish it. And I decide to spend that time.
"Balance break." I say activating my blood armor before entering the abandoned factory that yet another foolish devil has made their disgusting nest.
"Vampiric Dragon Balance Breaker - Blood Armor!" The dragon announced as I was now adorned in my crimson red armor.
I wasted little time and charged forward going through the wall, my hand changing into a massive claw that I was able to snatch up the devil catching it by surprise. I bring it close to my face so I may look into its eyes as I squeeze the life out of it.
"Let me ask you something devil." I begin as I start to crush the devil in my hands.
"What is the terminal predestination of man? Death? Heaven? Hell? Reincarnation? To wonder endlessly within the confines of infinity? Or perhaps it is oblivion that awaits us at the end?" I tilt my head as I speak.
"Regardless of what is to come, one thing is certain in life, we are all just bit parts in an ever repeating play, wouldn't you agree? Are we not nothing more than puppets forced to live out the same motions as those before us? Even if the script is altered, no matter how greatly it may seem at first, it all ends the same." I tighten my hold causing the creature to scream in my grasp.
"And for what reason is this play repeated? What purpose does our performance hold other than to give humanity a role to fulfil on this stage called life? The answer is a cruel one, the answer is that it keeps the illusion of living when in reality all we do is exist in a stagnated state. A decline of our own selves repeated and rehearsed a near infinite amount of times. When we are born we have simply become the stand in to another who plays a role. When we die, we simply take a bow." Blood gushes out from the mouth of the devil as I apply more pressure.
"Life is a stage and the play it produces is nothing more than a sick joke." A snap was heard as I crushed the devil to death in my claws.
"How rude, you didn't even have the courtesy to answer my question." I say before ripping the devil in two.
"Tada!" I say as I bathe in the blood of the devil my hands spread wide as the dripping blood was absorbed into the armor.
"A little too melodramatic for my liking. Kinda reminds me of a brooding child but that could just be me." I hear a familiar voice speak out.
"Sallos, so good of you to join us." I say turning in the direction of the white haired male.
"Wish I could say the same thing but then I'd be a liar. Now I have to ask what reason do you have for attacking my friend?" He raised the demand for answers which made me roll my eyes.
"Same reason as you, he was there." I say before growing a blade from my forearm and rushed the devil scum.
I went to slash at him with the blade but instead he caught the attack with his hand, the blade chipping as soon as his hand met the material. I tilted my head but didn't voice my confusion.
"You know at first I was willing to let you live and even continue with your stray devil hunts after we have a nice little chat, but I'm afraid that went out the window the moment you hurt Sairaorg." Sallos said making me want to gag.
I didn't bother saying anything in response instead I had spikes jutt out of the blade he was holding onto stabbing into his chest and shoulder. He gave a shocked look that quickly disappears when he instead slammed his fist into the blade and spikes causing them to disintegrate. I jumped away from him to create some distance between the two of us.
For some reason I didn't feel an increase in my power when he hit me. What the hell is going on?
"If I had to guess I'd say he possesses an ability similar to that man. It's been quite some time since I've come across someone with an ability to negate sacred gears." The dragon noted making me growl in agitation.
Of course he had the ability to counter my one strength, to counter what made me, me. What a despicable power how worthy of a disgusting man such as Sallos. I'll have to keep my distance until I can find a way around this obstacle. I create a torrent of tendrils to attack the devil from a distance however he creates a sword of light that he uses to slash at the tendrils making me hiss in anger.
Sallos moves forward slashing away any attack that I threw at him. This irked me beyond belief as he closed in on me. As soon as he was in arms reach I threw a punch at him. It hit him in the cheek and briefly the armor on my hand shattered before reforming in a mass of blood.
"Interesting." I heard him mutter under his breath.
"Seems I was right in assuming that there was more to your sacred gear then just a power boost." He says with a smug look on his face that makes me want to wretch.
"That arrogance of yours is one of the reasons I hate devils so." I say before gearing up to punch him again.
"Is that really the reason behind it?" Sallos asked shaking his head in disapproval.
"No, I hate you and the others for coming into my territory and then claiming it for yourself. This was my home long before any of you showed up." I reveal and he gives me a look that is filled with...is that pity? He dares to pity me? Me? A dragon? A being that is considered to be the apex predator of the supernatural world.
"Who gave you permission to look at me with those eyes?" I snarled before attacking once again.
However instead of connecting something prevented me from attacking. I took a look only to notice it was threads that kept my fist at bay. I created spikes to try and cut the threads but to no avail.
"Sorry but those threads of mine can't be cut." I heard Sallos say before I felt something start to drain me of my energy.
Realizing that the source was coming from the unbreakable threads I did the only sensible thing and rip off my arm. Sallos looked on in shock as blood seeps from the wound, I smile from underneath my helm as the blood forms into a new arm, armor and all.
"Surprised?" I asked before charging him again this time turning into fog before reforming behind him and punching him in the kidneys.
"Tch." He lets out before turning around his hand now glowing a bright green as he grabbed ahold of my head and crushed it.
However just like with my arm my head reformed in the explosion of blood that followed. A dark chuckle escaped my lips when I managed to cut into his skin only to feel something punch me. I crashed into the wall of the building creating a hole in the wall and sending me outside. I felt the rain pour down and hit my body which earned a dark chuckle from me.
"It's raining, your bleeding, I am starving~!" I sang before jumping back into the fray my hands in the form of giant crab like claws that managed to grab ahold of Sallos much like the devil from before.
"I think once I'm done with you I'll go after your whores next." I inform and I sense something tasty coming from Sallos in that moment.
"Is that fear I smell devil? You see my sacred gear feeds off of terror. Yes let it grow! Let it consume your very being! Feel it, yes, feel it! Feel the fear!" I cackle in joy as I squeeze more and more.
"Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" He asks before bashing his head into my face cracking the helm.
I quickly let him go covering my face as the skull of my helm started to reform.
"Damn bastard!" I snarled before feeling something punching me again and again.
This repeated a few times, some invisible force punched me before suddenly coming to a stop. The next thing I know everything turns white as I explode. The only thing that remained of myself was a chunk of my skull helm, that quickly changed as I reformed from almost nothing.
"That...hurt." I grumble out before feeling a large group of interlopers appear.
There standing in waiting by Sallos' side was his group, his whores and men servants and all. There was even some sort of creature I've never seen before and dog of some sort by his side.
"May I suggest a tactical retreat?" My dragon tenant said making me growl in anger.
"This isn't over." I say before sprouting blood red wings and taking off.
AN: I'm back! So I'm still not at 100% but it's easier to write now compared to before. Now this chapter was told by the perspective of the vigilante and was the first real confrontation of the arc. Now onto the reviews.
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