Devil's Omen
Chapter 3 – Sword Against Pillar
Incredibly, the youngling stood up, unhurt. He was clad in a long red coat and brown trousers. He carried a strange sword, which he dropped when he was thrown backwards. Kain watched him closely, for it was apparent that he wasn't a normal, weakling human. The boy picked up his sword, and charged towards him, faster than a flying vulture. Kain knew he had to act fast. He jumped sideways, and landed near a streetlamp. An idea occurred to him. Using his 'divine' strength, he uprooted the pillar from its post and waved it around wildly. But the boy was gone.
He heard a clear swish of a sword behind him, and he swung the pillar, expecting it to meet resistance. He wasn't disappointed. Kain jumped, turned around in mid-air, and brought the pillar crashing down. Once again, the bizarre blade blocked the bother. Taking advantage of the slight hesitation shown by Kain, when his attack failed, the boy kicked Kain in the groin, and performed an unruly combination of attacks; a flurry of quick, savage cuts that would leave an ordinary person perforated. It left a deep gash on Kain's chest, causing steaming vampiric blood to pour on the pavement. Weakened by the pain, he switched to his most lethal weapon after his Soul Reaver. He pulled back his arm, and drove his sharp, honed claws into the boy's guts. His eyes widened in shock, and Kain withdrew his arm. He turned around, trying to make heads or tails of this battle, when another swish of a sword sounded behind him. He was too weak, however, to resist the boy in battle anymore, so he activated his mist form, and fled the arena.
The child was not human, that was obvious. Kain did not know how many of these creatures inhabited this land. He would have to destroy them if he were to…
And then, in a brief glimpse of ambition, Kain saw what he had to do.
He was gliding over a long stretch of water, and up ahead was an island. It looked like an extremely wealthy island, for Kain saw a great hall with a golden dome, a castle, docks and towers. He chose an isolated spot to land, then summoned all his particles and attained his normal form. He stood up straight, and then doubled over due to his wounded chest. He needed to feed…
With some effort, he used his Beguile Dark Gift and turned into a Nosgothic nobleman. Admittedly, he didn't know what nobles in this world looked like, but he trusted himself to invent a story at a crucial juncture. He covered his wound with his clothes, and then walked out into the street. The first person he saw were a serious-looking man clad in white regalia, with a goatee. An unusual sword hung from his belt. Tailing him was a young teenage couple. The girl, who was relatively pretty, was wearing a white dress, and holding her hand was a milky-haired boy in a sling, wearing blue-and-red coat. Kain flinched; the boy looked exactly like the sword-wielding youngling who had nearly killed him earlier that day. The boy noticed his reaction. He turned to Kain with a sour face and said, "What's your problem, old man? And what's that you're wearing?" Kain's eyes widened; his claws itched to grab this insolent boy and drink all his blood. But something in the boy's eyes told him that it would be unwise to try a stunt like that. The older man looked at the boy sternly, and said, "Nero!" warningly. Nero turned his gaze away from Kain, and joined his companions to resume walking. Kain's bloodthirst and pain reached abnormal levels. All he wanted to do was to turn around and drink the blood of the white-haired boy. He resisted both, and proceeded to search the area.