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 dangerous,

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

even Thorne didn't

Leonel's lip curled.

playing a dangerous game,"

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

smoke suddenly began to come out from the soles of Leonel's feet

caused Thorne to pull his hand back reflexively,

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

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

to Leonel, the ring 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 air multiplying to the point there didn't

danced across it seemed to be marked into their very

BANG.

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

By this point, his self-forged body was nothing more than a weakness to be exploited.

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 smooth and just as

finished, Rhangyl wasn't even

a real death, he couldn't separate

a place you can be as willful as you please. You've

over. "You're an