"Girl... where are you... why are you hiding! You damn wretched bitch!" At first, the voice was silent, very delicate, almost touching on the voice of an angel; it was soft and delicate, like that of a beautiful princess. However, the more she spoke, the more her voice began to distort. "Using as a toy…" her voice held sadness... "Let touch you a little, I only want a few monts… let … just… A FEW MONTS!" Her voice was full of desperation and resentnt...
On the other hand, Beatrice found herself in complete silence, regulating her breathing to make as little noise as possible. Her eyes were wide open, and she kept her mana circulation to a minimum. "It's harder than I thought…" Beatrice thought to herself. Never in her wildest dreams… she shook her head slowly. She hadn't expected that they'd make her fight a large demon—a tank, in other words. After all, these types of enemies were an assassin's worst nightmare, but against all her expectations...
"I found you…" The sa angelic voice sounded right behind Beatrice, making her neck prickle. With a swift movent…
SLASH!!!
Beatrice gritted her teeth as she felt her flesh being cut, specifically on her right side. She pressed her hand to her leg and started running, cold sweat running down her forehead. Her hands were shaking, she was nervous, and she felt a hint of fear. It was truly the first ti she felt her life was in danger, and it was the first ti that… she was the prey, hunted by an assassin far more experienced than her.
Indeed... her opponent was a demon assassin! A battle between assassins is silent—the first to be discovered is killed. But... Beatrice clenched her fists. "She's toying with …" It was the ga of cat and mouse, with her being the mouse, only able to run... a bitter feeling washed over her heart. She really thought she was good at her job, but the harsh reality… "Three shallow cuts…" she told herself.
"Don't run!" The demoness behind her roared like an animal as she began to pursue her. The demoness herself appeared to be the sa age as Beatrice, with the major difference being her slightly darker skin, two pairs of black eyes, and short shoulder-length hair. She had small horns on her head, but they had been cut… a great sha and humiliation for noble demons.
"Well... I'm in trouble! And it hasn't even been three hours since the test began!" Cursing in her mind, Beatrice tried to escape the demon's clutches…
*****
"You're strong, dwarf…"
BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
The ground trembled as an enormous mountain of a figure walked with an axe on his shoulder, a playful smile on his lips as he looked fiercely at the young dwarf before him. He nodded and swung his enormous arm, wielding the double-edged axe.
Elías gripped his sword's hilt tightly, his face stained with blood. Breathing steadily, he cleared his mind, taking a deep breath… "He's very strong," Elías murmured to himself.
The lesser demon he had to kill was massive—two ters tall, with huge muscles all over his body.
"Tell , kid… What do you think we're doing now?" the demon asked with a smile, glancing around. "Locked up… like animals, with the sole purpose of dying regardless of what we do… no, wait, I was wrong… we do have a purpose… To kill them? To fight to the death? Sure… Sure… you have those options, you also have the option to escape… Right?" he asked with a mocking grin. "A fight to the death… one of us has to die, but you!" The demon moved closer, lowering his axe to the ground and dragging it. "You can escape!"
Elías watched as the demon charged toward him, seeing the axe fall from above with the intent to cut him in two…
CLANK!!! BOOM!!!
Elías blocked the massive axe with his sword, feeling the overwhelming pressure from the sheer impact. He gritted his teeth even harder…
BANG!!!
"Cover your lower half!!" The demon rcilessly kicked Elías in the stomach, sending his body flying, crashing into a tree trunk and shattering it in the process…
"One way or another, I'll die, either by your hand or by those bastards watching from outside this cage… but…" The demon clenched his fist, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "I'll make sure to kill you before that happens!"
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"Well… that was impressive." Adrian adjusted his glasses and looked at the edge of his own sword, showing no expression as he stared at the demon's reflection.
"You're a very beautiful boy… I wonder…" The demon went silent for a few monts, his long, thin fingers resembling tree branches, before he put on a small smile. "I'm not sure; I don't know how to begin with such a beautiful face."
"You're disgusting." Adrian frowned, his eyes glowing a starry blue as his body vanished…
CLINK!!!
Sparks flew from the clash of sword and claws. Adrian stepped back with small steps after swinging his sword…
CLANK!!!
"You're so beautiful… so… beautiful…" The demon before him was… strange, very strange. Adrian had studied much about demons and all kinds of wars fought against them, be they normal or mutated. But he had never faced a mutated one, nor found himself in a situation like this…
The mutated demon before him had a woman's body, but Adrian thought he was male, given his voice… but that wasn't what was strange. The odd thing about him was the feeling he evoked with his voice… his own face… which, for so reason, Adrian couldn't see, as his long hair covered it, making it impossible to see. But looking down, his arms—specifically—were much larger than his body… asuring over two ters, with claws instead of fingers as sharp as blades…
"Let touch your beautiful face…" he said lancholically, extending his arm forward. His figure vanished…
CLANKKK!!
The sound of iron clashing resonated loudly in the dark forest night… Adrian was trying with all his strength to keep up with the demon's teleportation, using his own ability but much more advanced… "Very impressive," he told himself, as his eyes glinted with coldness.
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