Dylan looked at Deamon in absolute surprise. When it ca to fights, even back then at the Orphanage, he was naturally stronger because of his S-Grade dantain.
And Although he was not one that absolutely enjoyed violence, it was just one of those things that could not be peeled from the kids of the street, hence you would have soone step on you.
He was not one to allow another person step on him. Hence, his prowess.
On the Other hand, Deamon was not the kind to actively engage in conflict, and that was not because he did not want to, but because he was usually the weaker party.
Now that Dylan thought about it, he should have suspected sothing when Deamon agreed to battle him. After all, Deamon was such a man to not pick fights that he was not sure that he would win.
But Dylan did not see what deamon saw. Deamon saw an exhausted man that had been carrying a starving child for days. There was also the fact that Dylan had been feeding his blood and spiritual energy to Mich, surely, these things tired him out greatly.
And why he still had his focus and determination, his body was weak. Deamon knew the fight was his even before it began.
However, Dylan had been too carried away emotionally to think of such obvious things, and as such, it had led to this end.
A slaid on the ground defeated, he could not help but feel like a disappointnt. He had promised Momo at her death that he was going to get his revenge for her.
However, here he was, losing the opportunity that he would have had to at least challenge Chiron for the massacres he had done.
Now, more than ever, the justice of his revenge felt like a fleeting dream. It was the onset of a nightmare.
As if that was not enough, the sound of a child crying suddenly reached his ears.
That was a very familiar voice. It was from Mich.
Deamon had lifted the boy from his hair, raising him into the air, like one would a bunch of Bananas at a market for sale.
Mich struggled and cried, his limbs flaring in the air as he struggled to break free. However, he was nothing compared to Deamon’s warrior strength.
"As a parting gift, Dylan, I will do you one favor. One that you might not understand now, but will surely thank later in the future," he turned to Mich, "This..." he paused a bit, "—thing you carry with you, is a cancer, eating at your strength continually. If you want to be truly strong and exert YOUR foolish morals on us, then at least, get rid of the Trash first."
"Deamon, stay away from him!" Dylan scread. However, the mont he tried to launch forward, he ended up coughing blood as his chest felt tight.
This was the Contract they had taken having its effects on Dylan. According to the agreed deal, Mich was now Deamon’s. And as such, Dylan had no right over the boy any more. He was now Deamon’s property.
*SLUSH!* Deamon’s sword went through the back of the boy and out through his chest.
There was no sound more loud and deafening to Dylan than exactly this one.
As Blood spat and poured out of his chest, Dylan watched in surprise. His mouth left gapping, lost for words at the inhumane scene before his eyes.
Mich, the little boy coughed up blood, again and again. His eyes remained on Dylan. slowly, he raised a hand, as if to reach Dylan. As if to plead for help. But unfortunately, that help was never going to arrive.
This would be the end of not just his short life, but also the mories that they would have created together.
Slowly, the Boy’s hand fell weakly, as the black of his pupils fell into this sockets.
Mich was dead.
At such a ti, sothing seed to click inside Dylan. "NO!!!"
He scread, and as he did, a blast of spiritual energy rushed from his body, into the sky. It was large and it seed like it was going to consu all in its sight.
Deamon and the others were surprised by this, and many of them imdiately activated their spiritual energy to defend against the blast, thinking he was going to blow up.
At the ti, Chiron had been looting treasures on his Dragon when he felt the sudden jolt of spiritual energy in the air.
he turned about an looked in the direction that it had happened. He could tell that it was from the place he had left monts ago.
"A S-Grade Dantain awakening? This Spiritual pressure...hmmm! Dylan. But it is too early. That should not happen."
Even though Chiron said this, he did not go back. Steady, he continued on his pillaging. However, he had a frown on his face, "it would seem like Fate is trying to ss with again." Chiron’s mind sparked on with a multitude of calculations.
"lets see who wins then!" he added.
anwhile, in the sky just above the Senate house, a figure rested in the clouds. She had been enjoying the battle between Dylan and Deamon below all the while, after all, in her eyes, they were very interesting pawns.
And when Dylan’s mind broke and he blasted as he did, she smiled, "It would seem like he ripened up much earlier than I anticipated."
After the blast settled, dust and gravel were in the air. And after that settled down, everyone looked at the point of the blast.
No one was there.
Dylan was gone. But he was not the only thing that was gone at such a ti. The corpse of mich was also gone.
Considering the fact that a lot of senators that had not put up a defense in ti were hard in one way or the other, everyone assud that Dylan had blown up as a result of cultivation backlash.
It was rare, but it did happen.
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