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.

eyes narrowed. "The implications of those words are quite dangerous,

What's the difference between whether I speak or

spread, even Thorne didn't dare to speak, at least not

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous

So how about you get your hand the fuck off of me before I skewer you like him? I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but I've definitely done

to come out from the soles of

and Destruction caused Thorne to pull his hand back reflexively,

suddenly came from Rhangyl as he was burned from the inside out. He was still struggling to hold onto the spear, but the flame was so strong that his

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

very surface of a star. Even the clothing of people far off into

the flames danced across it seemed to be marked into their very souls, a moment that

BANG.

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

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. Maybe if he had a

as though it was as

he cut out another, then another. By the time he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even recognizable. He was more a pile of

seemed trapped within his body. Without a real death, he couldn't separate easily, especially not while his

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

over. "You're an annoyance. Piss