12 Transformation!

"Ne-Nemesis? Is... is that you?" Shane asked in both fear and excitement. His eyes radiated a brilliant glow of anticipation; which was in stark contrast to how his body quaked in fear.

"This is me... eleven years from now," Nemesis replied as he slightly curved his lips up, finishing his sentence in his head. 'Well, as long as nothing too different happens, it'll be what I'll look like.'

"How do-"

"Stay here, I'll deal with the cannon fodder." Nemesis interrupted Shane with a commanding voice, the atmosphere around him changed. Shane could practically feel the serious aura being emitted off of him.

Before Shane could ask for any further information on what he meant by 'cannon fodder', Nemesis' serious aura vanished as he started walking towards the brothel to deal with the guards.

Nemesis left Shane bewildered not because he wanted to, but due to the fact that he was running out of time. There were only 8 hours and 53 minutes left in the day, and he had to destroy the brothel and relay the message back to their headquarters. He couldn't take any risks, he was going to have to act quickly and viciously if he were to complete it in time and devour the bodies and steal the souls of the whores within.

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"Hey come here." Brian ushered his partner, Briar, over. He then whispered in his ear. "That demon over there, he seems a bit too overly dressed. Why would some prestigious demon come to this shit hole? There's got to be better brothels out there."

"I don't know. Demons have weird fetishes. Maybe that's why he's here, the sluts at the better brothels might not have been willing to do his weird kinks" Briar responded, just as confused. Just deciding to believe own theory. Brian just nodded his head and Briar walked back to the other side of the entrance.

While the two were busy holding their mini-conversation, Nemesis was... observing the two, examining them.

'Two unranked mix-blooded demons, both of which are close to becoming [Rank - 12 Demonic Trainees]. Their bloodlines consist of in total, 1% Demonic Puppeteer, 1% Storm Thrasher, 1% Vile Corrupter, 2% Wild Adept, 2% Savage...ugh, mongrel...." Nemesis continued saying the percentage of each and every strain of blood the two had, finally ending with, ' and 81.7% Demonic Troop... more well known as, Jackals. Ideal class and type would be... tch, they're definitely worthy of being, Cannon Fodder.' Nemesis sneered within his own head in disgust at the extremely diluted bloodline the two pieces of... 'cannon fodder' in front of him had.

Nemesis walked up to the two, with a clear expression of arrogance and disgust plastered onto his face. "Let me in, I wish to... test your merchandise," Nemesis spoke and to him with each and every word he spat out, it felt like a corrosive poison seeped deeper and deeper into his heart with each passing second.

"To enter, you'll need to pay an entrance fee of 10 copper Spites. This is to only enter, not to actually purchase an amount of time to spend with the products. They each have their own set prices." The two guards spoke with courtesy to Nemesis in sync, clearly showing that it had been rehearsed and then memorised.

Nemesis placed his right arm into his right pants pocket, taking out 10 copper Spites, to which he gently handed to Brian, to his dismay, Brian had expected the Spites to be thrown at his face, not for them to be handed civilly to him.

'Seems like this one isn't that bad. At least, his actions are far nicer than his words and tone.' Brian thought to himself, as he straightened himself, opening the door.

"You may enter" Briar spoke, swaying his hand until it was directed at the open entrance door. Nemesis nodded and entered. The door closed behind him as the two guards, Brian and Briar, returned back to looking out on guard and vigilant. Ready to welcome affluent or wealthy demons while chasing away the unwelcome, poor, horny locals.

Nemesis entered a short hallway, another door at the end of it. A small, slick smile grew on his face. He knew that in this miniature hallway, no one would see a thing, the only place where he wouldn't be in view of a camera. He turned around snapping his finger once.

*Snap.*

Unknown to the two guards, a [Void Illusion] was cast around the entrance of the brothel. Now, everything that occurred at the entrance would be hidden from public view, Nemesis had to only deal with sound now. He placed his right hand elegantly on the ground. He saw microscopic purplish-black lines streak across the ground, towards the entrance/exit. It was done, he set up a [Void Suppression] so no noise would be heard from outside his illusion, only Nemesis and the two would be able to see and hear what would happen... and while two of the three may not have known it, only one was going to remain, real soon.

"You're being quite serious now, Nemesis. If only you could be like this all the time."

"Yeah Hunger, but if I was, I wouldn't be as fun to hang around with."

"Fair enough, anything I need to do?"

"No. I can deal with these, cannon fodder, by myself. Thanks for asking though."

Nemesis and Hunger held a small chat within his head. Nemesis didn't need Hunger's help, after all, he who slaughtered billions wouldn't need aid to slay two pieces of cannon fodder. He already had a unique and fun death planned for the two anyway.

Nemesis' arms and hands quickly turned a purplish-black, at a speed easily visible to the naked eye. Once fully transformed into entities of the [Void], his hands started to morph, extruding outwards as they transformed into [Void Claws]. They weren't like the ones he used to skewer the [Nightmare Worm]'s host, where only the tips of his fingers gained a sharp edge.

Now his claws were as large as an adult demon's head, easily being able to cup their heads. He walked towards the entrance/exit door, halting only a few centimetres away. He then stretched his [Void Claws] towards the wall. Directly behind where the two guards were positioned.

"One," Nemesis got in position, with his [Void Claws] stationed right behind where the two guards' heads were. "Two," Nemesis's arms inched forward in anticipation, ready to pounce on his prey like how a cat would pounce on a mouse. "Three..." Nemesis' [Void Claws] shot forward, phasing through the wall. His [Void Claws] cupped the heads of the two demons.

Brian and Briar were in so much shock they couldn't even let out a single scream let alone a small whisper.

Nemesis retracted his [Void Claws] back at an immense speed. A sickening crunch and thud rang in Nemesis' ears as if a perfect symphony, melding together beautifully until two loud cries of pain interrupted his performance.

Nemesis had smashed the two demon guards' heads against the hot, metal wall of the brothel. They could feel the hot sensation of their warm blood dripping down from the back of their heads, and the painful cracks and crunches of their now cracked bones.

Nemesis continued his solo-performance by pushing his [Void Claws] forwards, which still held firmly on Briar and Brian's heads, dragging their bodies forwards as well, then immediately as their bodies swayed forward, pulled back, causing another exquisite symphony to enter Nemesis' ears... until, this time a pair of ear-splitting and excruciating screams echoed out within his [Void Illusion] breaking his immersion to the awfully short music.

Nemesis' eye twitched, he wanted to enjoy it, but quickly Hunger reminded him that he was losing himself again and that he was wasting his precious time, so all he could do now was end it quickly.

With extreme speed, his claws shot forward at the speed of a bullet, then pulled back at the same speed. A loud squish rang in his ears as his [Void Claws] no longer cupped anything. His clawed fingers twitched as they wriggled about for a few seconds before he extracted his arms back.

They were dripping in a fair amount of fresh, dark, crimson blood. The [Void] surrounding his arms quickly started to morph back into his normal arms and hands, then they regained colour. His black, stainless suit's arms and his flawless, pure white gloves returned. Nemesis ignored the blood which had dripped onto the carpeted floor and turned his attention to the metal door, stroking it gently with his right hand, as if a gracious, feeble cat which would retaliate and scratch him back if he were to put even the slightest amount pressure into his stroke.

Nemesis softly exhaled, then immediately increased the amount of force he applied onto the door, leaning against it. Two quick purplish-black and blue lines streaked in his eyes, from the right of his right eye all the way to the left of his left eye in less than a second. Nemesis then heard an extremely faint voice in his head say in a female, monotone voice. 'an----is comp----'.

'51% Ignitium 49% other materials. Cheapskate, not pure Ignitium, well, I guess Lucas didn't need to have them be 100% Ignitium here. I guess as long as it doesn't melt it'll work.'

Nemesis shook his head as he muttered, "Why am I even examining it, all I'll need to do is this." Nemesis stood back up straight, as a purplish-black aura quickly spread out from his hand, infecting and covering the door. Once the door was coated in the Void's purplish-black hue, Nemesis withdrew his hand back to his side and with a snap of the same right hand, the door disappeared.

Nemesis took several steps outwards, ignoring the scene behind him by the door and left the [Void Illusion] he cast, crossing his arms as he stared at Shane.

Shane who saw Nemesis appear from nowhere immediately aligned the event with Nemesis' unique ability to manipulate vision, so he quickly ran towards the brothel's entrance.

Once Nemesis saw Shane coming his way, he calmly took two steps back entering his illusion awaiting Shane, while wondering what his reaction would be to his... business.