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.

of those words

to get in my way. What's the difference between whether I speak or not? Are you going to reach out and pat the

hushed silence spread, even Thorne didn't dare to

Leonel's lip curled.

playing a dangerous

you like him? I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but

to come out from the soles of Leonel's feet and the edges of his

Thorne to pull his hand back reflexively, feeling that he might lose his hand if

was burned from the inside out. He was still struggling to hold

their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale violet irises flickering with the reflection of

that it felt like he was emitting heat from the very surface of a star. Even the clothing

be marked into their very souls, a moment that they would be

BANG.

been so great that he was sliced in two, the blade falling out after it ran

was a mess of flesh, blood, and melted metal, writhing on the ground as his screams of agony echoed. By this point, his self-forged body was nothing more than a weakness to be exploited.

He tossed it in his palms as though it was as

wasn't even recognizable. He was more a pile of goop

trapped within his body. Without a real death, he couldn't separate easily, especially not while his pain receptors were firing

worth it," Thorne said lightly. "The world isn't a place you can

"You're an annoyance.