“You discriminate so much,” the herald of Lucifer, the man who had slain a dragon, had a teary expression as he spoke. His countenance would have evoked great pity from many a men, but Kaspian was not part of that lot. He had fought against this man many times. He and his sworn brothers had lost much to this bigot every time that they clashed, and the injury that ached in his abdomen was the work of this man. How could someone who had threatened to kill him and his brothers be regarded with pity? How could a man who sought nothing but the destruction of the world, be welcomed? And why would one even crave for a person such as this.“I see that you’re still hanging out with him, Asmodeus,” Kaspian gazed upon the cat lazying about the herald’s shoulders as he spoke.“Why do you keep that form, thief of hell?” Kaspian questioned, and the cat narrowed its large eyes and flew off the slender man’s shoulder. It liked its paws a few times before transforming into a beautiful woman wearing cl
“Huh?” Kaspian muttered in surprise. Then he lifted his brows and laughed hysterically.“Hahaha! Hahaha! Oh my! Are you speaking to me?”Kaspian’s laugh was exuberant and full of life. He ignored the powerful aura that was pushing down on him like a man choosing to pay no heed to a petulant fly. He was hunched over as he reveled in what he considered to be Fernandez’s rich imagination. He truly didn’t care that the man standing before him had killed a dragon! Well to be fair, Kaspian did not know about that.“Of course I am speaking to you. I would have you know that my blade already reeks of dragon blood. I wouldn’t mind drenching its sharp edges with the blood of a Moon Wolf as well,.” Fernandez growled in annoyance. The jovial personality he had been exhibiting until now had been completely discarded and now, he was only showing off the side of him that sought blood and blood alone.“So what?” Kaspian chuckled with a slight shifting of his shoulders. “You walked with me once. The t
Fernandez grunted and was knocked back a few meters by the powerful strike. His abdomen throbbed painfully as the skin underneath his shirt reddened. That punch was strong enough to easily crush a steel door into a pancake; yet somehow, Fernandez merely suffered a bruise!*Boom*Kaspian dashed forward with eyes that were as cold and apathetic as those of a hunter who had engaged his prey. He was not facing his old friend; neither was he facing a man to whom mercy could be shown. He had not expected his punch to deal any major damage because he had never been aiming for that from the start. The thing about Fernandez was that while he was strong, Kaspian did not find him to be the most troublesome opponent. There were two reasons why Fernandez was so difficult to deal with, and as Kaspian thought of these two reasons, he appeared before Fernandez and sent him skidding backwards with another punch!*Bang*The first of the two reasons was the cat that flew in the sky above. Asmodeus was n
“You-” Asmodeus stuttered as blood poured out of her mouth. Her eyes were filled with disbelief, and even in the form of a cat, one could tell that the incredulity of the entire situation had stunned her. Kaspian smiled bitterly as he pulled his spear out from within her chest and flashed back onto the ground. Although he had dealt the damage, he didn’t feel any better about it. This was a woman whom he had loved once after all.“Bastard!” Fernandez exclaimed in anger as he appeared next to Asmodeus’s falling figure and caught her before she could hit the ground. Asmodeus returned to her human form the moment her chest was pierced, and as blood poured freely out of her chest, her eyes were still filled with disbelief.She couldn’t understand. She just didn’t. Even when the Brotherhood had tried to kill her all those years ago, she had always survived. She had been stunned many times by their tactics and brilliant mind, but she always survived their assaults. She had never failed to es
As Kaspian fell to the ground unconscious, he heard a few other voices screaming his name from afar. They sounded suspiciously like the voices of his sworn brothers, but why would those two come here? They were still mad at him and there was no way the stubborn Ming He would give up his rage because of some measly injury to him.“I must be hearing things,” Kaspian attributed the hearing of these voices to his failing mind and lost consciousness completely, sinking into a deep sleep.What Kaspian did not know was that, he had not been hearing things when he heard the voices of Ming He and Chu Feng. The two arrived right after the battle was over, just like every security agency - public or private - did in every movie. They appeared right before Fernandez disappeared and it was most likely that Fernandez had actually retreated because he could feel their presence. While Kaspian’s groggy mind had attributed the retreat to Asmodeus’s hibernation, he had ignored something too crucial to i
Kaspian had a strange dream. In the dream he stood in a hall that he had tried to forget but still remembered as clearly as the day his son was born. If the latter brought him so much joy that his mind refused to forget the memory, the former had brought him so much dread that his mind dared not let go of that fearful day. Ironically, it was this day that his powers were imprinted upon him and his long legend began.This hall was called the ancestral hall, and it was a place that every Moon Wolf had to come to by tradition. Kaspian was wildly talented, even by the standards of a Moon Wolf, so he had been sent to the ancestral hall at an early age. Instead of the usual rule to invite a child into the ancestral hall when that child was 12 years old, Kaspian had been sent 6 years early! He was barely a pup when he was sent there!“Oh? They have brought someone very young this time. And he came alone? This is odd in itself yet I can understand why they did what they did. Child, what is yo
“You’re awake,” Chu Feng smiled warmly upon seeing Kaspian open his eyes. The eyes of the previous scion of the Moon Wolf Clan brightened immediately upon meeting the light, needing no time to readjust. Seeing Chu Feng standing next to him, Kaspian was confused for a short period, before lifting himself to glance at the calender on the wall and realizing that only a day had gone by.“A day huh…yeah…you’re the only one who has the medical acumen to wake me up within a day,” Kaspian smiled wryly and fell back onto the bed.“Where is my wife?” Kaspian wondered. Knowing Kathy, it would have been impossible to get her out of the room. She would have surely waited until he awakened. Not to spite Chu Feng or anything like that, but Kaspian was disappointed that he was the first person he saw instead of Kathy.“Per my predictions, you were expected to awaken in the next few hours. Since the food the hotel provided was not good enough, she stepped out to get something for you to eat. Disappoin
As one man explained to his family the past events that had caused him much more trouble than he had bargained for, his spawn had gotten herself into mess of her own. Within the Lion King private training room, Kylie was sprawled all over the floor. She took short tiring breaths as sweat streamed down her hair and onto her face. Her entire body was wet with her sweat, and her palms were bruised and calloused.It had been five days since her training started, and these five days had been hellish. Each day she went to school with a smile on her face, and returned to meet her sparring partner, Aiden who proceeded to remove that smile from her face. As if medical school was not tiring enough, Kylie had to also deal with the physical burden of being a Beastman.These days, time didn’t move as swiftly as it used to. It dragged on, wore on, and pulled along like a heavily loaded backpack with nowhere to empty its contents - and she was the unfortunate little girl that was pulled along. Her p
Kylie had another dream. Well, at this point, she spent more time dreaming than she did staying awake; however, this dream was familiar. It was an image she had seen before and one that she did not miss. She did not think she would see this again, but here she was once again, her spirit stranded on this worn-down planet. The red sun in the sky bore down on her and transmitted great heat, for although this was a dream, Kylie could feel the burning fire of the sun. The Legacy candidate of the Lion King tribe tore her eyes away from the sun and cast her eyes to the only figure present on this planet. Unlike her meet dream of this place, there were no enemies today. And unlike the first time, the protagonist of this dream was staring at her.A figure that seemed familiar yet eerily unfamiliar. It was as though she was holding a dystopian mirror before herself, for the person Kylie was looking at was an alternate image of herself. Same face, same figure, same complexion, and the same heigh
“What...is...that?” Razor asked with widened eyes. His arms which held Philip trembled strongly as his transformed skin failed to cope with the scorching heat now present in the hall. Yet even though his fur sizzled and burned, Razor could feel nothing. All that went through his mind was the shock of seeing Kylie in this new form.“Did you know about this?” Jack turned to Davis and asked. “No. Of course not. This is my first time seeing something like this” Davies replied.Both men were stunned by what they were seeing. Jack was using his spear to absorb the heat that threatened to reduce him to ash, for his spear’s origin was related to a creature that loved flames. As for Davies, he was using Jack as a shield by standing as close to him as possible. His response to Jack was not marred with lies, for he indeed had no idea what was going on. He had never seen Kylie in this form before, neither had he seen her radiating so much fury. No...wait. He had seen her show this much anger be
“Those eyes that were formerly lost, are now filled with conviction. They have figured it out.” Bloodlust muttered to herself silently, the pretentious crazed look she had mustered fading into nothingness. Her eyes still held her rage and her quivering from the loss of her brother did not cease, but her hidden wisdom had been pushed to the surface. This change was easy to discern. After all, it was easy to tell when an opponent had suddenly turned cautious.“Don’t worry about her ability to regenerate!” Kylie screamed, not telling the others that Davies held the key to defeating this monster; such a decision would cost them their element of surprise.Unfortunately for Kylie, Bloodlust was keen and sharp. She was unlike her brother. The moment she saw Kylie and Davies exchanging looks and noticed that his demeanour had grown emboldened, she was confident that the two were plotting something. She didn’t know how they had communicated without saying a word, but she would be arrogant to d
Kylie frowned as she watched Bloodlust rapidly approaching. Razor was engaged with the Blood Daemon, keeping her at bay with his powerful blows and tearing her apart with the blades that adorned his arm. Unfortunately, his victim could be so careless with her actions and her attacks. Her swift attacks and careless nature made it difficult for Razor to be as brazen as he usually was, affecting his fighting style. Thankfully, Razor was not alone. Jack was there as well.As someone who had trained more as a marital artist than as a beastman, Jack was more suited to a battle like this. In a battle that required more caution than brazen obliteration of the enemy, Jack was a better fit. Phillip had also crawled out of the wall he had been struck into. While he was not as strong as Razor or as skilled as Jack, he too was used to a more reserved fighting style due to the fact that he had been fighting against opponents stronger than he was for the past few weeks of training prior to the missi
Dark Shadows’ eyes fluttered close as she embraced death. She didn’t think she would die like this but alas, when did she become the decider of her fate? Her greatest delusion had been to underestimate the beastmen because they were young. If she had taken them seriously from the start and actually drawn up a strategy to handle them, even if she had lost, she would have taken half of the team with her. It was unfortunate for the one who ruled these parts to come to this realization while standing on death’s door; however, her death was not filled with only regret.Yes, she had failed to lead properly and caused Slender and Muscles’ death by sending them after opponents who were much too ready for them. Yes, her foolishness and carelessness had led to the death of Breaker, meaning that even if she had survived, the Blood Daemon family would have killed her for her error. And yes, she had brought Bloodlust to tears and broken the spirit of the once reserved girl. These were all things s
For as long as she could remember, she and her brother had been together. From the moment of their birth to the time the family decided that they should go on their pilgrimage, they had been together. That was the life she had grown accustomed to. Her brother’s presence had become a part of her. He was an extension of her image, a mirror that reflected the part of herself that was always suppressed. Her strict nature and bridled character could be maintained because he was free for both of them. Hs carelessness and free spirit made up for her lack of either one thereof, making it easier to reach the level she had reached.Daemons were special. Each one was highly valued, and the Daemon families were powerful in their own right. Much like the Beastmen’s influential tribes, Daemons were the influential families of the Undead, and their elders came from these families. From Speed Daemons to Rage Daemons and Blood Daemons, Daemons were a force to be reckoned with; a force that not even th
“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!
Dark Shadow sat silently upon her throne. Her eyes gazed calmly upon the large chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling that had been unused since the time she started living here. After all, what need did an Undead have for light. Whether it was sunlight or artificial light, it did not have a place in their land.“It feels quiet without them here,” Dark Shadow muttered, sighing tiredly.“If Slender and Muscles heard you say this, they would be very pleased,” said an Undead who had just walked into the room.Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress.“Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”“Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Bloo
Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern