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.

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

trash keeps trying to get in my way. What's the difference between

even Thorne didn't

Leonel's lip curled.

playing a dangerous game," Thorne

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

the soles of

pain of heat and Destruction caused Thorne to pull his hand back reflexively, feeling that he might lose

inside out. He was still struggling to hold onto the spear, but the flame was so strong that

yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale violet

of flames around him was so caustic and hot that it felt like he was emitting heat from the very surface of a star. Even the clothing of people far off into the distance seemed to spontaneously combust, the Fire Force in

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

BANG.

great that he was sliced in

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

it in his palms as though it was as hot

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

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

lightly. "The world isn't a place you can be as willful as you please. You've cost

"You're an