7 Chapter 7: The moon that made a man cry.

Derrick watched as his aunt get killed. Even as an illusion, it was an image he would not be able to forget even if he wanted to, it will be a bitter memory which will forever be etched into his mind. The effect of the cards was weird, although it could make the victim experience illusions it could additionally hypnotize the target to be subdued by a certain emotion or urge. Both the cards had prevented him from making any rational decisions and even inhibited him from exercising normal thoughts. Previously the only thought that occupied his mind was the order 'Fuck' which was the effect of the "Lust" card while now his emotion "Fear" was intensified to an incredible degree he was completely subdued by the overwhelming emotion but the card's secondary ability was slowly losing its effect. Derrick had his freedom back a moment later and that didn't bring any sort of relief to the bitter experience he just encountered. He saw Tristy's head being ripped after which it was flung to the ground, the minions of the abomination that killed slowly dismembered the body before putting the pieces into their mouths. Now there was no emotion or urge hindering any of his physical or mental ability he didn't feel as bad seeing her aunt killed now than when he was in his hypnotised state.

Looking at this scene Derrick sighed as he reproached himself considering how weak he was and to reach his parents he would surely have to encounter numerous monsters weaker or unimaginable stronger than the one he is currently facing. He wanted to be strong enough to reach his parents, also, he still had to fulfil his selfish and lustful desires. He wanted to become strong enough to subdue any girls that he wanted to pursue In the future, Derrick didn't want to be beaten to a pulp by a bunch of ladies ever again. Derrick already wanted to make the demon lady his but that was after he had taken revenge on her for giving him the worst experience in his life.

'That was embarrassing, thank God no one saw me wet my pants but why the heck did I do to her to make me experience this hell, I don't deserve this treatment I am a human and I still have human rights this is definitely against the law, damn bitch!Was admiring her boo...ahem beauty too much of an offence to her? It wasn't even qualified to be called a crime.No, She must be psycho' Derrick's respect for the demon lady which may or may not be a teacher had reached the bottom the only bit of respect he had left was solely dedicated to her magnificent body. Derrick's focus landed on the demon who killed Tristy. It's abnormally muscular body was completely red with blood on it while it's snarling teeth was dripping a mixture of saliva and blood. It was in the form of a four-legged animal, Derrick was sure it was an animal type abomination. Abomination was essentially formed from living organisms that suffered a mutation, humanoid abomination which was extremely rare also existed.

There was a significant disparity in strength between humans and the other races, humans were physically weak instead they were gifted with great minds, but still, physically humans were at the underside which could not be changed with intelligence but they still relied on their technology to assist them in the fields they were lacking making an ordinary person be able to fight against someone with higher combat strength. And these abominations had evolved to a certain degree that it could overpower majority of the races in the middle tire by relying only on pure physical strength but, for them to develop magic or any supernatural abilities were extremely rare. The silhouette that had attacked Tristy was an abomination of mid-rank. Derrick knew he was nowhere as strong as these monsters even if he did have the freedom to help his aunt he would still be clueless as to what to do.

Derrick saw the monster in front of him staring at his direction, but in an instant, the monster seemed to have lost interest before shaking his head and walking away.

"$@#$@&@" Derrick felt he was being ridiculed by a mere monster as he yelled curse words that seemed alien from who knows where, and that is of course after the monster had travelled a mile away from him.

Even as a half-dragon he was still immature and headstrong, his fear had lasted only while the cards hypnotising effect had controlled him. He wanted to actually explore the aftermath of the calamity and thought he might even find a way out, other than of course dying in the hands of a bunch of women while having his balls stamped to a paste and his Johnson stretched until it was detached.

Derrick sighed each time he remembered this shameful memory, he was about to cross the gate of the building which is when his surroundings turned dark. It was a sign that he was back in the dojo. This time he was not convulsing on the ground he was there still sitting disciplined, his eyes still closed.

Derrick soon opened his eyes but he was baffled at the scene presented before him, the demon lady whose countenance was always serene and indifferent had her thumb and index finger pressed on her nose as if preventing a foul stench from entering, her expression was as if she had encountered shit in the middle of the footpath in the morning on her way to work. Previously the distance separating them was only the length of mini tea table but now the demon lady was pasted on the wall beside the door, the distance signifying how disgusted he was to sit near Derrick.

Derrick pondered as to what was wrong and looked around for any clues as he soon realised he was the problem. His hakama pants were soaking wet he was sitting on top of a urine pool, it was his piss. He was scared shitless when he saw the abomination for the first time, and the fear increased further when he witnesses her aunt get killed. This seems to have also affected him in the dojo too.

Derrick sat there quietly not even having the will to give a vulgar stare at the demon lady, as he turned his focus toward the moon hanging in the sky.

"The moon is certainly beautiful, and so are the tears of a man" Derrick helplessly uttered an elegant personal quote as his noble facade donned his expression while simply staring at the beauty of the moon, tears welled in his eyes before surrendering to gravity, his teeth bore into his lower lips as he struggled to prevent his face from contorting. Derrick was genuinely crying as huge amount of tears rolled down his cheeks one after another. Derrick although still, a teenager was also a man deep inside, he still wanted to maintain his pride as a man. He hated crying in front of a woman which he was inevitably committing this sinful act. Derrick hated God for doing this to him, the previous experience had been enough to already make him sad enough to commit suicide and suddenly God had decided to add dessert to complete the full course. Why did it seem that God celebrated embarrassing him?

'Isn't this already enough? I can't handle the embarrassment anymore, I want to die. Fuck' Derrick cursed in his mind still admiring the beautiful moon.