Fists slammed together in the dimly lit room where Nesta's mangled body laid, sprawled on the floor like a toy. A toy whose master had finished playing with. His eyes were badly hurt with blood constantly oozing out off them. Incoherent Images formed in his head depicting all of the memories he made with Clara upon entering.
I'm I going to die like this? This is no different from the kind of life I lived in my other life. Why do I always end up as the one who is violated by others? Why are my oppressors always some sick perverts who derive joy from hurting me beyond human lengths?
The questions clouded both his mind and his judgment. Right now all that was going on in his crushed skull was, if dying in the other world was better than coming into this one. He felt like he did not deserve the kind of opportunity the 'unknown' had given him just like what the screen had stated.
Nesta could remember vividly when he woke up in the middle of the jungle. The way he was shocked and later excited with the kind of opportunity granted to him by fate. How he would have liked to bow down to the 'Unknown' that day if he had the chance.
"Who the hell even has the power to do such a thing?"he wondered.
Nesta was once again ready to die. He closed his eyes, preventing his destroyed eyesight from receiving further damage.
The amulet wrapped around his neck gave off a scorching heat which caused Nesta to open his blood soaked eyes. Its presence felt like that a living thing. It felt as if something was coiling itself around his neck.
Nesta coughed several times due the blood from his face slowly entering his windpipe. It was exposed to the air and was ready to be destroyed by the vampire. Fortunately though, no such thing happened occasionally.
The coughs became persistent. Gurgling sound were heard as Nesta tried his best push air through his windpipe. His whole face had been totally destroyed by the vampire during their confrontation. The pain he was going through wasn't something he could just alleviate with some first aid administration.
Energy came rushing into Nesta's body in volumes. In an instant, his body which had been beaten up by the vampire. Smoke slowly erupted from Nesta's body. This caused the vampire to get up. Clearly stunned by what he was witnessing.
"Oh my oh my, how in the hell are your wounds healing up. It's nice to see that though, I almost thought you weren't a vampire. If you could have done all of this all along, why didn't you heat up until now. This is what makes the game exciting. Yeah baby, let's go!"
Nesta face contorted with the sudden burst of energy his body was experiencing. It struck him without warning, the way lightning sometimes touches the earth on a cloudless day.
Something inside him flickered.
It began as a flutter in his chest, a tiny spark that didn't feel like a heartbeat at all. It grew so quickly he almost gasped. Warmth rushed through him, spreading from his ribs to his fingertips, as though someone had lit a fuse beneath his skin.
His heart surged into a faster rhythm—
not scared, not panicked,
just suddenly alive, like a drum called to battle.
His breath came sharper, fuller.
Every muscle felt coiled, ready, as if he'd been preparing for this moment his whole life without knowing.
The world snapped into focus.
Shadows sharpened; colors deepened.
Even the wind seemed to lean toward him, waiting.
He didn't know why it happened—
whether it was excitement, instinct, or some secret force waking inside him—
but for a heartbeat or two, Nesta felt unstoppable.
Like he could run faster than his legs had ever carried him,
like he could shout and the mountains might answer,
like something extraordinary was just around the next bend.
And then, as quickly as it rose, the sensation softened.
His pulse settled. His breath steadied.
But the spark remained tucked beneath his ribs, glowing faintly—
a quiet reminder that he carried something powerful within him.
Something restless.
Something that could wake again at any moment.
The smoke emanating from his energized body settled and disappeared as if it never existed. The scent of charred flesh lingered within the ambience. A scent which remained due to the effects of the amulet's power.
The vampire could make out the silhouette of a boy rising up slowly from where the smoke was slowly disappearing. The smoke cleared and out of its depths stood a black haired boy. His shoulders heaving up and down from all the pain he has been through. His black hair wavered through the air effortlessly as if it was defying gravity.
"Are you ready for another round of beating. I mean you have tasted my fists and all of its strength…."he tried to make his intentions clear. A kick right to his jaw interrupted his speech, stunning him completely. This allowed for Nesta to swirl his body around the vampire's own. Encircling his hands around the man's waist, he lifted his dazed body from the destroyed ground. He threw him over his shoulder in one swift moment, creating a loud thud as the man's body slammed into the ground at a fast pace.
Dirt and smoke filled the air once again. The man's body laid draped on the ground in all of its glory and glamour.
"You sure do speak a lot…"Nesta remarked while cracking his knuckles. "….That's uncommon for a creature of your class."
"What do you mean by that? Aren't you.. just one of us? Stop spouting out such nonsense."
"Don't you learn to shut up!"
Nesta threw out his fist, determined to shut the man up for good. Sadly though, the man rolled out of the way. Nested cried. His fist slamming against the cobblestones of the ground. A jolt of pain went through his forearm. This caused him to shudder a little as he pulled his fist from the ground.
"Are you that desperate you get a punch in on me? You fight worse than a girl"the man shouted while slowly walking from Nesta. He moved out off the way until his movement came to a stop. His back was now against the wall with no way to escape Nesta's incoming strike.
A devilish grin appeared on Nesta's face. The muscles in his legs exploded with energy as he moved from the ground. Outstretching his right arm, a weighted fist was sent quickly into the cornered man's face.
"The tables have indeed turned"Nesta remarked, his grin growing a little bit wider.
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On one of the dimly lit streets of a city's market, a wonderful spectacle unfolded. Countless bodies laid on the ground like leaves from a tree during summer. Cold air blew through the place, making everything a bit eerie to those who had witnessed what had happened.
Out in the open, precisely in the center of all the chaos stood a figure. The figure was clad in dark armor. An armor which shook nearby onlookers to their very core. The chestnut-haired woman stood poised and still, her presence both commanding and elegant. She wore an oni mask carved from dark lacquered wood, its surface polished to a subtle sheen. The mask's arched horns curved upward like obsidian crescents, and its snarling jaw revealed sharp, exaggerated fangs—an expression both fearsome and majestic. Crimson accents swept across the brow and cheek ridges, giving the mask an otherworldly heat, as though it had just stepped out of a myth.
Her long chestnut hair spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, a warm contrast to the mask's fierce intensity. She carried herself with quiet strength; the contours of her figure were unmistakably feminine, yet the oni mask lent her an aura of wild, ancient power.
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