Chapter 71

He disappeared. Appeared by Sura's side.

PUNCH.

CRACKS.

Right to his left side.

Sura's body curved. He flew in his place.

This wasn't a punch to push him.

This wasn't a punch to pierce his body.

This was a punch to break everything that was inside.

Bones.

Cracked.

His mouth opened he couldn't let out a sound with his destroyed lung.

The sound of blood gushing out of his mouth as his lungs were pierced by the bones instead of the sound of screams.

Cayn raised his right arm.

An elbow right to the middle of Sura's chest.

Cayn's body was dancing beautifully while bringing destruction upon Sura's.

The martial arts he never used as he grew up as a god.

This time he will kill him as a human. As the human he was.

He will break him to pieces.

He could only vent, knowing, even after everything he did to him, it will never be enough.

But Cayn wasn't smiling.

Yes.

That sound.

That sound of his bones breaking.

The blood drops on Cayn's face as he broke his chest bones.

He shall enjoy every bit of it.

Cayn, was, truly mad.

Sura gasped at the hit.

He bent down.

Staggered a step back.

Cayn held him by the neck.

CRACKS.

Knee to the nose.

His head rose splurting blood from his broken nose.

CRACKS.

Kick to the right knee.

His leg bent backward in uncomfortable sight.

Sura's eyes clenched shut with pain tearing up blood.

Squeaking sounds with his vocals filled with blood.

Before he could fall from his knee.

THUD.

A loud bang as he kicked his guts.

Sura's body froze in pain unable to even hold his balls from the huge impact.

His legs crossed up in the air.

CRACKS.

He broke his other knee.

His thighs were still trying to cover his guts shaking from the immense pain.

Cayn caught his hair.

THUD.

Another kick to his dick.

Sura's eyes rolled back.

Cayn's fingers held his skull crushing it slowly making him unable to pass out.

He let go.

Sura was falling.

Then.

PUNCH. CRACKS.

To the abs.

PUNCH. CRACKS.

A body shot.

PUNCH. CRACKS.

A body shot.

PUNCH. CRACKS.

A body shot.

PUNCH. CRACKS.

He kept breaking him.

More and more.

Cayn suddenly took a quick deep breath.

PUNCH.

Gulp.

Blood spilled on Cayn's arm.

Dropping slowly from his mouth.

The hand pierced Sura's chest.

And behind it.

Cayn held his heart.

Still beating.

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

So lively in Cayn's hand.

And with a swift movement, he pulled it out.

He crushed the heart in his hand.

Blood splurted everywhere.

Cayn stared at the soulless body in front of him, still flying in the air.

Everything was too fast for the body's reflexes to react.

There was no power of the dead god to make it fly.

But there was no gravity either so it stood in place.

Slowly curling up the body on its own couldn't keep itself straight.

And with a swift kick, Sura's head burst open.

Cayn stood there.

Blood gushed from the body's neck, falling on him.

He stared at the body for a while.

His eyes grew murderous.

Yeah.

For the last time.

This still wasn't enough.

It still was too fast.

He wanted more.

And then he raised his hand.

Veins appeared all over his hand and arm.

Suddenly the child of creation appeared next to him with eyes widened.

Cayn was like a man possessed.

And then Sura's body rose.

Dark energy englobed him.

And there he was, alive.

Sura.

Alive.

Even the child of creation was surprised more than anything.

Nonetheless, the god revived himself.

His expression was noteworthy.

But, it didn't take long, before he was reminded where he was.

Because Cayn's murderous intent made him shiver.

Cayn's eyes were staring him down like prey.

Sura was unable to talk.

Revived?

For what?

He would know why.

Because as of now, Cayn bent down as of he was preparing to unsheath a sword.

And so did a dark sword appear between his fingers.

The same sword that brought him terrifying vibes now stood before him again.

Cayn had swapped with another when he killed the other gods.

Perhaps at that time he already wanted to go for Sura but was able to calm himself down.

He held its grip tightly.

The child of creation took a few steps back as it realized something.

"Alright, let's create a new art," spoke Cayn coldly.

Sura was unable to talk or move with fear.

He felt it.

No, every living being in every dimension and universe felt death grabbing their hearts.

But nothing appeared different about Cayn.

Until suddenly.

BOOM.

A loud aura burst from the sword still unsheathed.

Cayn put more back into his sword stance.

A dark and vile aura.

The child of creation started screaming at Cayn, wanting to reach him with its powers but it was unable to do so.

The strength behind such a force blew him away in a mere second.

And Cayn didn't seem to have enough.

his eyes turned bloody red.

His dark pupils started shaking.

And then it happened.

There was no more light.

Planes, dimensions, universes, realms.

There was, no light.

Everything, was swallowed.

No living being could see or feel a thing.

Every being was thrown into the abyss with all their senses dead.

As if they were in a deep slumber.

There was no light.

Time stopped.

And again.

It was a sin to breathe.

Sura was the same.

But his eyes and senses weren't covered.

Because Cayn wanted him to see.

The sword's energy seemed to have resonated in space.

Utter darkness to all life forms.

Cayn bent his back more, and breathed steam.

In his mother tongue, he spoke.

"Ni sen-banme no shi no sho" (two thousandth tome of death)

"Sensei kōgeki" (First strike)

"Chinmoku no iki" (Silent breath)

The sword unsheathed.

His arm and wrist flowed swiftly.

No sound.

His arm stretched out fully.

He had stricken.

He stood there emotionless.

Unwavering.

Ah finally, the peace and quiet.

Cayn beautifully stood straight.

Then with a swift and light move gracefully sheathed his sword.

Click, as it closed.

Slit.

Space was cut in two.

Sura's head fell.

His eyes widened.

His eyebrows crossed begging.

A clean cut.

And slowly was his body and head consumed by a dark matter.

Becoming nothing.

Cayn looked at him quietly.

Will this ever be enough? Even with the lifetimes of unknown torture and blood spilled killing him?

No.

For he have laid a hand on his mother and woman.

It will never be enough.

But then it never happened as it was only a vision of the future.

At least, it never happened.

No, not at least.

It will never.

He would never allow it.

Well, at least this time he used a bit of his power.

A bit.

The child of creation appeared again before him.

his eyes fell on what was behind Cayn.

A dimensional crack that formed an immense black hole.

Cayn looked back at it and snapped his fingers.

It disappeared.

Like nothing happened.

That made the child of creation understand even more.

That even after creating this mess Cayn could still make it as if nothing happened meant he never showed his true power.

Has he truly been hiding it even from the will of creation for millions of years as an angel?

It could never know.

After all, It could only stand still.

As Cayn, already destroyed all creation many times, before rewinding time.

Unshown to Sura, who thought he saw all the timelines.

Known only to the child.

Cayn walked up next to it and pet its head.

"Thank you for being patient with me. I will treat you some time."

Then Cayn disappeared, leaving the child fidgeting.

The terror that child saw.

The frightful things that child lived through for Cayn to only show but this much in this time.

It was truly horrifying, for a being that reached omnipotence Cayn never even needed to move or speak a word.

Yes, he merely needed to think, or even want.

And it shall be done.

The fact that it will never be known what he made everyone live through because of someone touching his woman, made Cayn more terrifying in his eyes.

His second mother?

No.

It clearly, was, for a woman.