“How do you have that power?” Kylie asked, her eyes narrowed into slits.How could humans use the power of Red? This was power even she as Red’s contracted struggled to control. How was it that humans were using it.*They aren’t controlling it. It is controlling them. They will not answer your question because they cannot answer. They have lost their minds*Kylie knew that Red was right. After all, they were both looking at the same thing. C and D didn’t look anything like humans anymore. They looked like red humanoid creatures that had not an ounce of wisdom in them.*If you touch them, I would be able to read their memories to see how they got my power* Red told Kylie.“You could do that? Why didn’t you tell me?” Kylie asked, surprised; for she was hearing this information for the first time.*Have you forgotten? By bonding, we are able to share our abilities. I can read their minds because it is your power; but because it is your power, the conditions to do so are much more stringe
Kylie had a strange dream. In the dream, she stood before Michael, Muriel, and two others she did not recognize. She had been spending a lot of time with Muriel and Michael recently, but even she struggled to identify in the forms that they were in. For they stood before her not as humans, but as angelic hosts. Their large wings and light-engulfed silhouettes should have filled her with awe, but she didn’t feel that way. She felt comfortable, almost as though she was in the presence of people who were considered her family. This was odd considering that even after all this time she was still not very comfortable around Michael and Muriel. This was even with Michael’s carefree personality. They seemed to be speaking to her about something, but she could not hear a word of what they were saying. Finally, they concluded their conversation, and one of the angels that she did not recognize turned to her and said,“It’s time to wake up now.”*You are awake*Red’s voice was the first thing k
“I see. So, he was working on something like that. It’s no surprise, given the ambitions of that group.” Muriel cut a relaxed figure, a being unbothered by even the most disturbing of news.Why would he care, and what good would caring do for him when he was a creature that was beyond the confines of the mortal world? His brother, Michael, was similar. He also cared not for what Kylie had just told them.“Are you not incensed?” Kylie asked, surprised that they were not at all bothered by her words.She had just told them about Proj-No, Delerium.She had just informed them that she had handed their enemy a recipe that could potentially cause them a fatal loss of their power. She had been expecting a scolding or displeasure from them, and a possible letter to Galbraith informing him of how displeased they were. She had even considered the possibility that this would result in her mission failing. It was ironic really. The thing she had done to ensure the success of her mission was also
“You insisted on seeing me, but it was for something as foolish as this?” a white-haired man with white eyes stared at Michael coldly, his expression that of obvious displeasure.One would have assumed that his hair had been dyed. After all, which person was born with white hair? Yet, that was indeed his true hair. His eyes were confirmation of this. He was Gabriel, Michael’s brother. Michael looked at the image of his brother displayed through the large television screen with the same cold expression that his brother was giving him. Clearly, the two were not on good terms. Next to him, Muriel signed and shook his head. This was why he had wanted to be the one to lead this conversation. Whenever those two spoke, it always led to an argument. Unfortunately, Michael insisted on speaking to Gabriel himself to convey the seriousness of the matter. In the end, they may be brothers; but Michael’s position as the angel of war was not one that could be ignored when it came to matters of war.
There were many secrets in this world. For this world was populated by the bad more than the good. The normal and moral were framed as abnormally immoral, and the ungodly things were praised as godly. It was strange to be doing the right thing, and what was considered good many years ago – in the days past – was now considered as queer. Shadows were meant to dominate the night, but for some time now, it was the shadows that dominated the day.In the dark confines of one of several hideouts that kept the deadly and dangerous spectres of this world hidden, a large man with the physique of a brute minotaur, was kneeling before a man hidden in the shadows. The man who was kneeling, as stated earlier, possessed an otherworldly physique. He was dressed in a suit and though that elegant piece of fabric would have transformed any person into a scion, it did not that for this man. He merely looked like a beautifully decorated brute. He was so large that even the large-sized suit looked like a
Professor Huckleberry had a bedtime habit. Before going to bed, he would survey his compound one last time and then retreat to his sleeping quarters. Even though his house was surrounded with cameras and electrically wired fences, he was aware that his enemies were people who didn’t care about such measly protection. Electrical wires may work well on normal humans, but they were useless against superhumans and beastmen who could easily jump over the fences or even tear them apart.Professor Huckleberry’s eyes swept over through the compound. His ears twitched as he isolated the sounds of the crying crickets from that of those taking a midnight stroll. He stood still in that manner for about five minutes. Slowly, he opened his eyes and nodded his head. Then, he turned to walk back into the house. Suddenly, the Professor’s steps faltered as he turned around again, alertness filling those aged eyes of his.“Sigh. Beastmen.”Professor Huckleberry frowned as he looked at the two masked fig
“Impressive. You aren’t a normal beastman, are you?” Professor Huckleberry frowned as he massaged his bruised forearm.To think that the punch from a mere 2 Star Beastman would be able to bruise him. That was very impressive. While humans were weaker than Beastman normally, Professor Huckleberry was not your average human star warrior. His martial arts mastery meant that he had an edge over many, and when pitted against beastmen who disdained martial arts, he was able to hold his own. There was a reason why he had been able to not only defeat a 5 Star Beastman, but to kill them as well. Besides, that battle had occurred some years ago. Professor Huckleberry had grown stronger since then. Right now, even 5 Stars weren’t his match, much less 6 Stars. It was already impressive that Jack was able to hold his own against him. It informed Professor Huckleberry that the boy had the ability to transcend his class and challenge higher star levels; however, now there was another who was even mo
Bloodline Repression!The moment Kylie drew Professor Huckleberry’s blood, she felt her chest loosen. Her eyes flashed brightly as she swivelled and jumped unto his shoulders, using the old professor as a platform to elevate herself to the sky above!*Boom*Embracing the cool wind and refreshing breeze of the night, she allowed herself to fall back to the ground, spinning rapidly like a fidget spinner with her claws striking each other menacingly like dangerous daggers.“If only I had my sword,” the professor thought bitterly; but there was no use – neither was there any merit – crying over spilled milk.Professor Huckleberry frowned as he assessed the wound on his chest. He was no beastman, but as a 6 Star warrior, he was able to channel star energy into wounds to cease blood loss at the very least. While his healing factor was at best just three times faster than the average human, using star energy made things much faster for him; however, when he tried to channel star energy into
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