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

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

Thorne didn't dare to speak, at

Leonel's lip curled.

playing a dangerous game,"

the fuck off of me before I skewer you like him? I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but I've definitely done so. Do you think this kiddy pool is

of smoke suddenly began to come out from the

hand back reflexively, feeling that he might lose his hand if he

out. He was still struggling to hold onto the spear, but the flame

and his body began to break down beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale violet irises flickering with the

a star. Even the clothing of people far off into

Leonel's face as the flames danced across it seemed to be marked into their very souls, a moment that they would

BANG.

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

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. Maybe if he had a weaker body, he would have already died by

flickering and cutting out an Innate Node. He tossed it in his palms as though it was as hot as the core of a planet. His skin still seemed just as

By the time he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even recognizable. He was more a

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

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

looked over. "You're an annoyance. Piss