"I messed up...and this is the result"
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Kuro sat on a red cushioned couch across from Niyah, within a massive room decorated with fancy materials. Between them was an oak table, on top was the book that gave Kuro his newfound power.
"So, this is your soul core? it's a book. That's boring. My soul core is my horn. So, what happens if you write in it?"
Niyah asked with a slight tilt of her head, her mismatched colored eyes never leaving Kuro's golden one's.
"It can bring anything to life if I write in it"
Kuro stated with a tone of indifference, deciding to hide the true function of his soul core. This did not go unnoticed by Niyah, who could sense that there was something more about the book Kuro wasn't telling her about.
"That's honestly so broken. So, I guess that's how you unlocked your soul class."
Niyah proclaimed in a questioning tone which earned a confirmative nod from Kuro. They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the company that they stubbornly deny.
"Demonic Art #12: Demonic Lightning"
Kuro and Niyah quickly turned their heads towards the source of the sound, their bodies swiftly reacting seconds after the technique was called out. A flash of light lit the area, then an explosion, followed with a thunderous clap that sent a shockwave across the room.
"How did she escape?"
Kuro asked in confusion, swaying his hands back and forth to get rid of the dust before it breached his nostrils.
"I think she-"
Niyah began but was abruptly cut off by Shura entering through the hole she made, a wide smile on her delicate face, her eyes narrowed to emphasize her joy. That's when a crimson and black mist-like energy shot up from her body, releasing waves of gravitational pressure.
"Awe~ you already figured it out, no fun. that's right, I am the demon queen. Conqueror of worlds and ruler of the damned. It's a shame for you that we have crossed paths."
Shura exclaimed in a sadistic tone that could be mistaken for flirting, her eyes narrowing even further to reflect her unsatiated desire. This unnerved both Niyah and Kuro who realized they had no choice but to force the powerful foe to retreat.
"As of now, I only tapped into two soul art techniques. Number 2 control's distance and Number 1 is reflection. I'm skilled in swordsmanship and a bit of close quarter but I need a sword, buy me some time while I create one"
Kuro exclaimed to Niyah who nodded her head and readied herself to distract Shura. Though, she did wonder how Kuro would create a sword without no materials or an immediate story to create one. Kuro eventually positioned himself in a safe position to begin writing in his soul core, beginning to rewrite his history once more.
Shura stared on in confusion but eventually her senses began to alert her of immediate danger, the moment that Kuro began writing. The very fluid motion of his feathered ink against paper had generated fluctuations across spacetime. His golden eyes shun with a brilliant glow, with two tiny open books as his pupils. The border between the past and present grew thinner by the second.
Meanwhile...
Niyah rushed forward at breakneck speed, her cotton candy colored dress fluttering against the wind as she moved at an insane pace. Her steps were far from sloppy, each foot that planted into the ground had been angled to gather intrinsic rotational energy. This meant each small step built up enough energy to reach a new profound speed.
This registered into reality as a streak of red & blue skipping the distance between them. Niyah's right knee snapped forward at lightning speed, aimed towards Shura's solar plexus but was met with said women palm blocking the knee strike while stepping back to avoid a following roundhouse kick performed by Niyah as a follow up attack.
Shura swiftly responded by reaching out her left hand during the interval it took for Niyah to make a complete 360. A buildup of corrupted soul energy had begun to exude from Shura and spiral around her body, like a snake wrapping itself around a person.
"Demonic Art #1: Jinx"
Shura called out in a command. Her voice thunderous like a storm and her words carving themselves into reality. Her left hand suddenly burst into a crimson-black flame that roared with cackling intensity.
On the other hand, Niyah was desperate to counterattack as quickly as she could, though upon hearing those words from the adversary, she froze for just a few seconds, unable to conjure her soul energy fast enough.
In the next few moments, the events that followed could only be described as unsettling and cruel. The crimson-black flame immediately shrunk down in size rapidly, compacting and swirling into itself in a way the regular mind could not understand. Then it expanded back into physical view, now shaped into a sphere that shot forward.
"Niyah, get out the way!"
Kuro yelled out in desperation, watching the event unfold before his very eyes and yet he could do nothing. Only watch as the sphere slammed straight through Niyah's chest, leaving behind a clean hole that trinkled a bit of crimson liquid.
"N-no way"
Kuro stammered out in a low and helpless tone of voice. His body began trembling with unbridled rage. He could only continue to watch as Shura tossed Niyah away with a kick, sending her reeling into a wall which collapsed under the sudden impact.
"I'll kill you..."
"Soul Art #2: Distance Erasure"
Kuro exclaimed in a deathly calm tone. His eyes held no visible trace of emotion, and they were homed in on Shura's own hot-pink eyes. In seconds, Kuro had vanished with no visible trace of his presence. A subtle glint of the sunlight reflection across steel had caught Shura eyes, alerting her of the incoming object that aimed to take her head off.
Shura now found herself narrowly avoiding an arch slash from a sword delivered by Kuro, that nearly bisected her head clean from the shoulders. A wisp of soul energy trailed behind the tip of the blade, creating a photo worthy moment.
'Demonic Soul Art #1: Hellfire'
Shura commanded in an incantation, the flare of her corrupted soul energy becoming visible enough that it shifted the temperature of the surrounding environment, heatwaves becoming visible to the naked eye.
Then a combustion of blazing black flames set forth and engulfed the entire room, spilling out the window and into the outside and into the main hallway of the mansion.
"Pure Soul Art #1: Causality Defiance"
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"Sometimes an author makes a mistake. But do we ever forget those mistake?"