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.

"The implications of those

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

spread, even Thorne didn't dare

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous game,"

I've killed three Owlans, maybe not officially, but I've definitely done so. Do you

began to come out from the soles of

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

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

all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale

he was emitting heat from the very surface of a star. Even the clothing of people far

on Leonel's face as the flames danced across it seemed to be marked into their

BANG.

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

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

it was as hot as the core of a planet. His skin still seemed just as

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

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

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

looked over. "You're an