Seiya remained rigid on his knees, hands hanging limp by his sides, head fallen back, and face, a ss of blood and bruises.
"This staff," the demon continued. "Is it one that can be wielded by anyone or is it exclusive to its owner alone?" He asked, reaching out to grab the bloodstained staff.
He picked it up, rotating it as he examined it with careful eyes. "Or it might just be an ordinary staff for all I know. We cannot know if we don't try it out."
The demon rose from his seat on the veranda, standing tall and rigid before Seiya, looming over him like a towering pillar. He raised the staff, adding his other hand to hold it like a baseball bat ready to swing.
The demon tightened his muscles, poised to strike Seiya, hoping the impact would sever Seiya's head or explode his body like it had done to the woman that had hidden behind him.
He brought the staff down in a swift, rciless arc, a shockwave rippling through the air as it crashed against the side of Seiya's head. Seiya, however, remained kneeling, not budging even when the strike landed. It felt almost like a re balloon hitting against his head.
The demon retracted the staff, raising it once more to examine it with care. "I swung it so hard," he said. "But the hit felt soft the mont it ca in contact with you, like I had rely touched your face with it."
"It is indeed one of a kind," he mused, intrigue flickering in his voice. "I suspect it doesn't harm its owner—hence why you remain unscathed." His gaze lingered on Seiya, thoughtful. "But I wonder… if I were to kill the owner here and now, would its claim be released? Would it then beco mine?"
{Seiya, get up, or we're really going to smoke hell this ti,} Ibyu pounded urgently against his chest.
The demon's eyes remained fixed on Seiya, studying him in silence, as if weighing possibilities. Then, without further interest, he flung the staff aside, letting it tumble across the ground. With a slow, deliberate motion, he splayed his fingers wide—sharp, talon-like claws sprouting with effortless grace.
He raised his hand, descending it straight at Seiya's chest to tear him apart, but before his hand could reach, Seiya fell back, hands planted against the ground to balance himself. He snapped his leg forward instantly like a recoiling spring, aiming straight at the demon's torso.
Alert but calm, the demon caught Seiya's leg in a firm grip, twisted it in a painful crack then forcefully pulled Seiya, whipping him around like a re rag before hurling him aside.
Seiya crashed through the air and before he could even land, the demon was upon him. The demon appeared right where Seiya would land, and as Seiya's weight descended to land on the ground, the demon arched up his knee in place, painfully driving it into Seiya's spine as he descended, knocking him back.
Seiya hurtled through the air, crashing hard before skidding across the ground until he ca to a jarring halt. His breaths were ragged, each rise and fall of his chest sending sharp jolts of pain through his battered bones—one leg broken.
The demon wasted no ti. Not granting Seiya even a mont to recover, he prepared to lunge—but before he could, Seiya's staff tore through the air, streaking toward him with fierce velocity at Seiya's command.
It aid straight for the demon's face, its speed promising devastation. But, just as it was about to collide, it halted abruptly—sucked into a warp that shimred faintly before him, swallowing the weapon whole.
Lying flat on his back, Seiya stared in silence, his expression unreadable. anwhile, a fleeting, knowing smile ghosted across the demon's lips. Without a word, he turned and began walking toward Seiya, his pace slow, deliberate, and utterly unhurried.
"Your staff cannot do any harm," he said, bold and confident.
Though hidden from view, Seiya's expression held a mix of confusion and disbelief. Even if the staff itself was shrouded in mystery, its origins unknown even to him. He had always believed it possessed the power to shatter anything in its path, so long as he commanded it to do so.
No matter what it had been, it should've been able to break through. As if the demon sensed Seiya's confusion, he continued. "I am just too powerful to be hurt by a re weapon like that."
With great effort, Seiya spoke, voice low but steady. "It is a staff that brings to ruin, whatever it touches, destroying everything in its way….at my command," he explained.
The demon's slow approach halted, a soft "oh" escaping his lips before a soft laugh erupted from him. Though the laugh was soft, it was mocking toward Seiya.
"I should've told you this from the beginning," he chuckled. "Your staff might be one that breaks through everything in its way, and that hasn't ceased to be even against ," he said. "It's just that everything is pretty useless in my presence."
"My ability traps things within different dinsions, you see," he explained, voice light but steady. "So, even if your staff is able to shatter my dinsion, it still cannot escape—because…" he paused, purposely delaying his words to heighten the tension.
"…My ability is Infinite Dinsion," he finally revealed. "Even if your staff is shattering through the dinsion right now, it can never break free, for the dinsions are infinite."
Calming his breath, Seiya commanded within him his staff's return. But like the demon had said, the staff did not return no matter how many tis he called or commanded it.
"Why?" The demon's voice cut through the tension in the air. "Can you not do without your staff? Are you as good as done without it?" He asked, resuming his slow walk toward Seiya.
{Can you stand?} Ibyu asked.
Seiya rose to his butt, folding up his broken leg to examine before replying. Yes, it was only twisted, not shattered. The bones are rely dislocated.
With fluid precision, Seiya repositioned his twisted bones back in place with faint cracks, nding his twisted leg. However, before he could rise or act, the demon closed the distance in the blink of an eye.
He appeared in front of Seiya, hunched forward, hair pouring forward and cascading down, face so close to Seiya their foreheads grazed.
"I've been aning to ask," the demon began, his strong scent shrouding Seiya. "Who have you been speaking with since your arrival?" He inquired, but without waiting for any response, he dug his claws into Seiya's chest, tearing out his heart in an instant.
Seiya's eyes widened behind the blindfold as Ibyu pulsated heavily in the demon's grasp.
"Is it with this?" He asked, gaze glued to Seiya's pulsating heart on his palm, blood soaking his hand and dropping steadily to the ground. "It must be, considering you're still alive even after ripping out your heart, and the way it's pulsating so vibrantly with life."
The demon's eyes opened wide with chilling excitent, a grin stretching across his face as his eyes peered down at Ibyu in his grasp while Seiya was struck numb.
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