After being thrown from his ship while attempting to sail the seven seas, Halo ended up in dire straits, stuck in a bizarre, incomprehensible forest.
He’d thought he’d seen it all until he encountered an invisible creature. Well, "encountered" was generous. ’Brutally beaten by an invisible creature’ was more like it.
This wounded Halo’s pride. He’d been many things, but never soone so thoroughly humiliated. Days later, as he lay recovering in his makeshift shelter atop a root, he couldn’t stop thinking about that crystal, the one he’d been beaten for.
To make matters worse, he woke up to two giant wolf-like creatures, entirely conjured with entangled vines and leaves.
The creatures ca to kill him. He’d killed one recently, but now they were the least of his worries. If the Sinners were so protective of those crystals, then he had even more reason to find them.
But this ti, unlike before, he wasn’t going to be beaten. He’d even grow a third eye if it ant finally seeing his opponent to fight back.
After all, he had nothing to lose.
He stood firmly on his feet as he summoned his clones. Tough and Spineless.
Tough was new to this environnt, and the Sinners could copy him too, but the beast was just too excited to contain himself. He clashed his blades, his tail slamd repeatedly into the ground, and he eagerly awaited Halo’s commands.
"Kill them all."
He didn’t flinch as he spoke, showing not even the slightest hint of emotion. He was dry and cold, his pride radiating from his very presence.
Spineless and Tough imdiately charged toward the creatures, the force of their clash making the ground tremble.
Halo, though, walked past them without a care.
The vine-like creatures imitated Spineless, and whatever injuries they sustained would be transferred to Spineless instead. But it wasn’t like his clones could take damage anyway, they could only run out of energy.
Not that he cared. He was reaching his breaking point after all. He’d been trapped in this forest far too long, and nowhere looked like an escape route. Maybe this gave him a reason to be reckless. And even if it ended, he’d know he died trying.
However, before he could get near the crystal, he found himself surrounded by Sinners. He expected invisible monsters, but he had no intention of letting these bastards escape unscathed. After all, he’d struggled against one of them not long ago.
The appearance they took on irritated him even more: white hair and those trademark faded blue eyes. It was Seraphim’s form. It wasn’t the Child of Deceit’s presence that unsettled him, but rather the fact that the Sinners kept using it.
Before long, their appearance changed completely as they assud the genderless form, no hair, no features at all, just a ghostly pale body and a shining head.
Shadow of Death sneered.
There were a handful of them, and they surrounded him from every angle, but knowing firsthand that they could be endless if they wanted still didn’t spark fear in him. He was rather calm and relaxed. Just angry.
Beelzebub burned deep on the blades of his daggers, tireless and determined. He assud his stance while the creatures stared at him in confusion, perhaps taken aback by his audacity.
"Co at with all you’ve got."
The Sinners instantly charged toward him like a swarm of ants, their bodies warping into blades sharper than swords and harder than steel. Halo stepped back and braced himself for impact.
The creatures launched land strikes at him in synchronized fashion, with no regard for whether their own allies were in front of them.
Halo imdiately took advantage of the chaos, leaping into the air and barely avoiding their sharp blades. Even then, more blades grew from their existing ones.
They were so long and fast that Halo still got his boot torn after barely escaping alive to a safe distance. Only then did the weight of the predicant dawn on him.
These creatures had nearly infinite regeneration, and though they seed dumb with unadvanced combat skills, one of them alone could spell trouble, he’d witnessed that firsthand the first ti he fought one.
He now realized he might have been stupid for thinking he could take them on. Actually, he was stupid, but who could bla him? He’d been isolated with no sign of getting back to his crew for god knows how long, all while facing danger every day.
But he had Beelzebub. He just needed contact, and they would be done for. Unless...
He scowled.
Amidst his thoughts, the creatures charged at him once more, moving in a more aggressive and complex pattern as though their bodies rged. Halo couldn’t read them.
Too fast.
He needed to act.
In the heat of the mont, he instinctively charged at them. One of the blades pierced through his gut, warmth coursing through him, followed by the pouring of warm crimson and unbearable pain.
But as he thought there was still sothing to celebrate, at least his blades had plunged into two of their heads, he saw all the Sinners retreat, aggressively ripping the blade from his body in the process.
Halo was confused. What was happening? Beelzebub was doing its job, but the other Sinners just stared at their injured allies as the coiled roots imdiately opened up and dropped them into the water below.
Halo’s legs buckled, his hand clutching his gut. The Sinner had missed his vitals, but that didn’t make it any less painful. And worse, he was losing too much blood.
However, what happened next made his skin crawl.
Two more Sinners erged from the water where the other two had disappeared monts before.
He couldn’t tell whether the water had sohow healed them from Beelzebub’s corruption or these were a new set entirely, but either way, he knew he was screwed.
Finally, fear set in.
His mind cycled through possible consequences. Flight? Would the Sinners even let him?
He couldn’t be any more pathetic. He’d co for revenge, and not only did he not face the creature that stung his pride, but he was losing to the weaker ones.
More daunting, the bronze screen flashed up imdiately, and he watched his clones attach themselves to him.
***
[ Your clone, Tough, has been exhausted. Would you like to give it energy? ]
Price: 10 Sin Fragnts.
| Yes | No |
***
"..."
***
[ Your clone, Spineless, has been exhausted. Would you like to give it energy? ]
Price: 8 Sin Fragnts.
| Yes | No |
***
He was done for.
The two vine-like creatures still lingered, but he was wounded, and his clones were gone.
"So this is how it ends. Fine. I’m not dying without a fight."
He muttered with a practiced cocky smile and a determined stance.
’Yes...’
For the first ti in his life, he spent Sin Fragnts on restoring his clones’ energy. He should have been proud, but his heart only hamred violently, yet at a broken pace.
***
[ Would you want to increase the level of Beelzebub to level 3? ]
Price: 6 Sin Fragnts.
| Yes | No |
***
’Yes.’
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