Dimensional Descent

Leonel sent a casual glance over. There was no one capable of sneaking up on him, not among these people. He had already seen through them long ago.

It was a man-a Demon, rather. But he looked quite human aside from the purple scale on his forehead and the horns on his head. Even with this, though, he looked absolutely immaculate, reminding Leonel a lot of Elthor in that way. Neither were human, but both seemed to meet the aesthetic in ways human men could not.

Leonel looked down at the slender fingers grabbing his arm. The grip was light if it could be called a grip at all. It was more like a pat.

"Do you need something?" Leonel asked.

The Demon smiled, "my name is Thorne."

"You didn't answer my question," Leonel replied.

Thorne chuckled. "I think this has gone on for long enough, don't you think? You've already vented your anger."

"Have I?" Leonel asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"You know, in the world I come from, they always said Demons were vicious creatures without morality. I didn't think I'd meet such a soft one."

Thorne laughed even louder. "Don't all Races have their lessers? I've always heard that Humans are weak and fragile, are you the same?"

The question was rhetorical.

"A temporary ailment," Leonel replied without missing a beat.

those words are quite

my way. What's the difference between whether I speak or

Thorne didn't dare to speak, at least not

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous game," Thorne finally

off of me before I skewer you like him? I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but I've definitely done so. Do

to come out from the soles of Leonel's feet

pull his hand back reflexively,

struggling to hold onto the spear, but the flame was so strong that his metallic

body began to break down beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just

the clothing of people far off into the distance seemed

flames danced across it seemed to be marked into their

BANG.

heat of the blade having been so great that he was sliced in two, the

of agony echoed. By this point, his self-forged body was nothing more than a weakness to be exploited. Maybe if he had a weaker

it was as hot as the core of

another, then another. By the time he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even recognizable.

trapped within his body. Without a real death, he couldn't separate

place you can

"You're an annoyance. Piss