Chapter 118 : The man ranted even more.
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It was insane that Rizevim was managing to trash everyone with this much ease.
Tiamat might not be neither Albion nor Ddraig, but she wasn't to be a pushover against someone like the silver-haired bastard.
"No interruptions!" Rizevim proclaimed fiercely. "This is between him and me. Kind of private, can't you see?"
Scoffing, he returned his attention on me. I was so close to get to the edge, I just needed to push my legs and the rest of my body, and catch myself with some Silver Linings.
My hopes were crushed when Rizevim crouched down and lifted me up by my cloak.
"But you aren't like that. I can tell from the way you're sucking against me. You were far more complicated to even graze back then,"
The man ranted even more. "You're… weaker. Dumber, I would even dare to say. Did you forget to hit the gym or something like that?"
"W-What the fuck?"
He nodded. "Indeed, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you like this- why are you back like this?!"
The last question was delivered with true anger. Whatever was enabling the Super-Devil in offering me the Super-Beating had to do with some resemblance I had with someone else he once knew.
Someone that had perhaps died. Or someone that had gone silent for a long time.
"WHY NOW?! WHY NOT BEFORE THAN NOW! WHY WHEN WE ARE ALL SPLIT AWAY!"
He drew a punch on my guts, I coughed blood on my mask.
"Why?!"
Another punch.
"WHY?!"
Again.
"WHYWHYWHY?!"
He was relentless with his punches and my vision was half-gone at this point. This was bad- no, this was possibly the worst circumstance ever. Period.
Red liquid was pouring freely by the lower opening between the mask and my chin, Rizevim looking rather uncaring of the sight and keeping a fierce glare at me.
"You left us. You left us to suffer your burdens- without telling anything to anyone," The silver-haired Devil harshly added.
"You should be apologize to me. You should apologize to those you lied to."
"F-Fuck you," I almost vomited as I said that. My body wasn't in a good shape to react- to use magic or even crawl away once more.
I was too tired, too bruised, too weakened to even think about a way to get out of this alive. I was screwed- we were all screwed.
And I knew that it was somehow my fault.
Maybe Rizevim was accusing me of something connected to the reason that took me in there?
Maybe he was just gone crazy at the possibility I was someone beyond this dimension and knowing of his family's plight.
No.
I blinked. That last voice… it wasn't mine. And it wasn't a thought from my drained brain.
W-What?
This… this is not your fault. Consider it mine to solve.
Who are you-
Not important. Your friends… they are in danger. I will take over from this point until everything is clear.
I couldn't do much about it, and I saw Rizevim frown as a silver blur suddenly cut through his arms.
He was 'forced' to drop me and, instead of crumbling on the floor like the close-to-death corpse that I was, I somehow managed to stand up and… guarded.
The lightsaber traced a little around before it took another swing at the surprised Devil. Differently from before, the Lucifer actually jumped back and away from the approaching attack.
Despite the wounds, he managed to chuckle at this counter. "Ah, 'tis but just a scratch!"
I believed him, but I wasn't exactly the one moving my body. Whoever was acting in my stead, he wasn't planning to stay idle with this advantage, and he pressed onward.
"Good. I'm feeling rather aggravated and I'm in need of more stress-relief." My voice felt deeper, smoother.
Almost pompous, but just a touch noble-like. Quite the change… but not by much from the original model.
Another chuckle, this time Rizevim started to move a little faster than before. Electricity shot through his left palm and into me, but the light-based sword easily deflected the bolt away as 'I' advanced.
My legs burned, and the strain forced me to groan.
Almost forgot how bad your shape is. I will be more careful, don't worry.
Who are you?!
He didn't reply, and I was forced in the backseat as the battle intensified. I never moved this quickly, the strain of this inhuman pacing actually taking a greater toll on my poor body.
But it was working. Rizevim was swiftly forced in a more defensive standing as 'my attacks' determinedly interrupted his efforts of building up more magic.
The main defense and offense of a Devil was their magic.
While many favored swords and physical attacks, their magic was possibly the best available in terms of self-limits.
Their spells could be developed through sheer imagination and creativity, making it a wet dream for any of those Helldwellers that were in any way interested in replicating some Anime moves.
I really would dig having a Kamehameha or a Big Bang Attack right now.
"N-Now that's more like it," The Super-Devil croaked through the pain. "This- This is finally a step in the right direction."
"More like a leap. I guess you're starting to get confused by your continuing bloodloss."
"Oh, that?" He hummed happily. "I think I'm still far from actually getting that much high on adrenaline. By the way, are you still the same or-"
"That's highly debatable. Are you asking if you're fighting whom you would like to fight?"
'I' inquired calmly. "Or perhaps are you worried I might reveal the good ol' wooden paddle and punish you for the fooleries you're responsible for?"
Surprisingly enough, the dangerous opponent tensed up and flinched at the infantile threat.
"You- You're back-"
"Technically, I've never left." A sigh, then another wild swing at Rizevim. "There are many issues about it, and I can't explain. But I guess you found the diary and know a little more than this than your brother and sister."
"So it was your diary! Does that mean that the stuff you did with-"
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