Dani and Illya VS Zeka (3)

The world wrapped around me as the permanent veil of red set in. My targets were fixed, and I knew from this point forward, there would be no going back.

The bones sprouted from my back and I sunk into the ground on all fours as claws sprouted from all appendages, and horns sprouted from my head.

I felt the impulse to kill as my pupils dialed into Zeka's momentum. He ran at me with a large blade-like staff and swung downward.

I snapped it in half with a mere finger wagging toward him and stuck my claws into his chest.

I ripped out and sunk my teeth into his exposed lungs. I broke past the ribs, ripping as far as I could to break his ribs, take out his lungs, and satiate the insane lust for blood I was feeling.

Zeka tried to grab onto me, but the bones on my back rearranged into blades and it cut him up quickly, turning him into a blended mess of blood, organs, and ripped flesh.

I slid on the ground, feeling the vision dial in even more. I couldn't remember details from before, and I only wanted to kill him.

The tips of my hair started to turn black and I felt an increase in my speed. I started to break the sound barrier with the speed at which I moved my body. With one swipe of my hand, I tore his body in half, broke the sound barrier, and caused his eyes to bleed from the exposure to pressure.

A weird, white-haired girl with red eyes struck him with a golden saber, pushing him straight into me. I smiled, thanking her for the help, and ripped his stomach open as he flew over me.

It rained blood and intestines onto my body, and I caught them, snapped them like a belt, and then lassoed my target's head with it.

I pulled him upward with a swipe of my finger, sliced out the tendons on his ankles and calves, and watched him bounce off the ground as he started to spurt blood. I kept pushing him into the ground, over and over again, and smiling as blood decorated the grass around me.

"What the hell is the matter with you?!" He shouted out. Speech started to distort as it left his mouth, and by the time the sentence finished, the only sound left in my ears was a constant, annoying ringing.

I quickly shut him up, shoving my claws into the bottom of his jaw, and ripping out.

His tongue and teeth splattered against my face and I only felt the hot pleasure seeping down my neck and down my shoulders. This was insanity... but as I learned to embrace it, the faster I got.

I ripped, tore, and bit my way through everything he threw at me. Golden sabers he mimicked were turned to dust by my claws. I was unbreakable.

Zeka started to run, but I used his intestines as a lasso again, tripping him, and pulling him back toward me.

Just as he was in reach, I sunk my claws into his heel, slowly pulling him and listening to the sound of flesh peeling and bones snapping.

"Stop it!" He yelled out. It was white noise to me.

I sunk my claws into his body more, dragging his head towards my mouth, dripping with saliva.

I sunk them into his back, pulling as they cut through the organs.

I sunk them into his chest, pulling him closer and closer.

I sunk them into his neck, pulling his head up towards my mouth.

I sunk my teeth into his forehead, pulling the brain matter out and tasting the blood drip down my chin and onto the ground.

I couldn't help but smile, but I was left stunned as his arm entered my chest.

It broke the ribs on my back, and he smiled with ferocity, pushing me back with my own ability.

My vision narrowed down to a single point at this time: his heart.

"NOW I HAVE YOUR GRAVITY! LET'S SEE HOW YOU FARE!" My target screamed out.

I was suddenly ripped from The Goddess of Wrath, watching the veil of red slowly disappear, and my claws, teeth, and horns retract back to their normal volume.

Illya jumped down from a high building next to me and punched me in the shoulder.

"Watch this," She mumbled, pointing over to him.

Zeka was in a weird conflict. He was tearing at his chest with my claws, screaming about something burning.

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" He cried out. If I had a shred of mercy, I would've felt bad for him.

"What's happening?" I asked Illya. She shook her head with a smile.

"Don't spoil the fun, just watch," She said, pointing at Zeka.

He was clawing at his face now, ripping chunks of skin off and pulling out his own eyeballs.

Horns grew from his head, and it looked as if he was using his gravity ability on himself.

He fell to the floor, crying out in pain, as his limbs were crushed into a pink paste.

"What the hell is that...?" I asked again.

"Nice ability, Zeka. Looks like you stole something you shouldn't have," Illya mentioned, walking over to his side, tapping her foot in the paste that used to be his right arm.

"What the hell is that?! What did you do to me?!" He screamed out. His rage was vicious, but I still couldn't find room in my heart to care.

"What did I do to you? I didn't do shit... you, on the other hand, got a little greedy with your Incarnation. As I used to say all the time... you fucked around, and you found out," Illya said, cackling while throwing her head back.

"You're the devil..." Zeka mumbled. His anger quickly turned to fear, noticing that gravity was pushing down harder on his head.

"I'm not shit, and neither are you. Not in the face of who you just tried to mimic," Illya said one last time before Zeka's head exploded into chunks of brain and bone, flying all over the field.