Eclipsed Identity (Part 3)

"Huh!?" thought Larry with his cakehole open in incredulity.

"What did you do? Who the heck are you, and what kind of power do you possess?" asked Argon, displaying a grimace of repugnance.

"I honestly don't know what my name is or how I came to be in this shady place to begin with," replied the boy, looking around.

Aaah!

Bones creaking!

The eerie rythmic crepitus of bones cracking created a spine-chilling scene of tension, but what made it beyond more than horrifying was what followed, which was Doug standing as right as rain.

"Never underestimate a bald guy! It will take a lot more than this to defeat someone like me, kiddo!" exclaimed Doug, snapping his head sideways.

"So your unfathomable strength caused you to go bald?" asked Raxa slovenly.

"Very funny, but I don't want to play around with you further, so come at me, boy!" said Doug in a whip-up voice.

With bated breath, Doug was waiting for the boy to make his move, but that devil had other thoughts and didn't budge even an inch, seemingly unprovoked.

"What's wrong, boy? Did you remember that you didn't suck your mother's boobs?" asked Doug in a mocking tone.

"I only remember that it was very juicy and elusive in darkness," replied the boy, licking his lips.

"Why so confident, boy? Your power is astrokinetics, which is a child's play in front of my powers," said Doug calmly, looking down on the boy.

"Can you stop? Listening to you is prompting me to pluck my hair out of annoyance, but I don't want to go blad," replied the boy with snarky assertiveness.

"I wish I could, but the one above me is not going to listen to any of my reasoning or yours after what you did," said Doug, clucking his tongue.

"Why not cut that hand then?" replied the boy with a suggestive look.

"You would fit in perfectly for a politician boy, but never a gangster. Because in our field, it's all about trust and intuition in judging others," replied Doug with a smile.

"I see your point, but unfortunately, you can't defeat me. That's a given, so I encourage you to kill yourself by committing seppuku," advised the boy with a straight face.

"Not happening!" replied Doug with a smug look.

"Then die!" yelled the boy as he walked towards Doug with bloodlust.

All of a sudden, the boy stopped in his tracks and dropped to his knees while blood gushed out of his mouth, staining the floor with a crimson aftermath.

"What happened?" asked Doug with a nasty, evil laugh.

The boy didn't respond and instead stayed silent, as if the defeaning silence were his unvoiced reply.

Unlike Doug and Argon, Larry was closely observing the boy, as the boy was doodling something childish with the blood that came out of his mouth.

"Master, look at what that bastard is doing!" said Argon with a disgusted gaze.

"It seems you are apathetic about being alive. I'll make it easier for you if you come to me to liberate yourself from your suffering, you poor thing!" offered Doug with a twisted face.

"I am now certain what your power is. You still can't defeat me, as I mentioned before, so die now or suffer!" suggested the boy, wiping the blood from his visage.

"That so!? What's my power then?" asked Doug boldly, not willing to fall for a bluff.

"Even I myself am not sure what the true power of master Doug is, but this boy here claims that he knows what master Doug's powers are after fighting with him only once," thought Argon with a weird stare at the boy.

"A mirthful mischief-maker!" replied the boy with sure-fire aplomb.

Doug's eyes widened after hearing that, but only for a short while.

"You're right, but still, your power can never beat mine, as I can turn any action or attack against me into a joke that targets its user instead, which leaves me unscathed in the process and ensures my absolute victory," said Doug with an uncompromised look.

"I see. Many thanks for the confirmation and quick question: Do you sh*t?" asked the boy, tilting his head.

"Yes!" replied Doug reluctantly, squinting his eyes in doubt upon failing to recognize how this question was related to their fight.

"Then you're a piece of sh*t!" said the boy as a corny line.

"You sure don't know when to stop, do you?" asked Doug in a snappy voice.

"Well, I'm good at stopping others from talking for forever, but sadly, no one seems to be able to do that to me," replied the boy with a sigh.

"I'll gladly be the first to fill that hole!" said Doug with an impish glance.

"Can you not? You're giving me the heebie-jeebies! I'm getting the unseemly vibes of a perverse fuddy-duddy ogling my body," replied the boy adjuringly, as Doug's bearing didn't sit well with him.

"Apace the process of beating me then," said Doug tricksily.

"Your power is great, and it's honestly a bad matchup for me," replied the boy admittingly.

"Coming back to our senses, are we?" asked Doug with a smirk.

"But you can't beat me, as you've got the wrong idea about my power. My power is not astrokinetics; instead, it's creation magic," replied the boy, which made Doug's face turn slightly pale.

"So what!?" said Doug, whipping up the boy.

"You can die, that's what!" replied the boy in a heartless voice.

"Stop bluffing! Creation magic is an ancient lost magic, and you claim to possess it, you lying whippersnapper. I'll kick your ass to knock some sense in you, ya overconfident snotty brat," yelled Doug angrily.

"You'll die now," replied the boy, and within a short while, Doug felt like his body was giving in to the eternal embrace of death.

"How?" asked Doug while breathing his last.

"It's true that you had the advantage, but it's all effortless if I change the host itself," replied the boy, prompting Doug to raise his brows.

"You shouldn't have been able to get two ancient magics within yourself, as it's an act of sin punishable by God's!" said Doug in a low, dying voice.

"I know that's why I transferred it to Larry over there instead, with the rule that if he dies or tries to kill me, the ancient magic 'Joker' will be mine," replied the boy while watching Doug die miserably.

"So much for the illusion of invincibility. Even though Master Doug's power lets one experience an existence or memory as a false joke—meaning if he was about to die, he could nullify that event as false and moreover kill his opponent instead while doing so, which is a beyond crazy ability—regardless, as far as I remember, a sacrifice needs to be made no matter what for this power transfer to work. This leads to the question of who the sacrifice is," mused Argon while smoking.

After Argon realized what was patently obvious, he lunged forward towards Larry with his gravity magic fist to kill him at once, but the boy intercepted and stopped Argon within a few inches in distance. 

"You can't kill him, Argon," and after seeing Larry frightened, the boy later added, "Don't worry, Larry, I'll save you from being curry!"

"Get out of my way!" hollered Argon threateningly.

"Why kill me?" asked Larry with teary eyes.

"For me to live on!" replied Argon lucidly.

"You're the sacrifice?" asked Larry, his eyes widening in shock.

"Took you long enough!" replied Argon in a struggling voice; however, it was too late for him as the boy had already made his move, due to which Argon began to spew blood profusely, which eventually led to his demise due to excessive blood loss.

"Please don't kill me! I will do anything you want!" begged Larry, pleading for his life to be spared by the boy after witnessing such a gruesome death.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because as of now, you're my nigga," replied the boy, showcasing a thumbs-up sign.

"I'm not gay!" exclaimed Larry aloud.

"Me neither. Anyway, I need a name for myself. Can you think of anything cool that rings a bell, Larry?" asked the boy eagerly.

Larry then started to procrastinate about what a suitable name for the boy would be, as he personally believed he was everything but unique.

"Naming someone is essentially not my forte, but if you won't kill me, then I can at least do this much for you. How about Raxa Noiro as a name? Does it vibe with you?" asked Larry in a suggestive manner.

"Kinda gayish, but sounds fine!" replied the boy teasingly.

"As long as you like it, Raxa," said Larry with decorum.

"See, what did I tell you? You had the recipe for uniqueness in you for the whole time since the beginning, but you yourself didn't notice it or, more elaborately, didn't recognise it till now, but I'll help you go past that," replied Raxa positively.

"Maybe, or maybe not," said Larry with a manful attempt to smile in front of his enemy.

"Anyway, Larry, it's settled that my name is Raxa Noiro from today onwards," replied Raxa enthusiastically.

"Yup!" acknowledged Larry.