The Devil-Cry

The dagger which was stabbed from the back, was sent deeper through the skin. It was painful for Clark as he desired to scream but couldn't.

"Aren't you enjoying this pain? How does it feel being stabbed by someone who you suddenly decided to trust?"

The young Clark had a big grin on his face, an unexpected traitor for Clark who didn't think that once a scared boy became a confident and evil b**t**d.

This d*mn kid…

Clark was sweating but not only that, his body wasn't taking a willing action due to being struck with hellish-like pain a few seconds ago.

After a struggle, Clark managed to turn around his body making the boy leap away at some short distance, the dagger remained in contact with the back.

"You really are strong, I have to admit that for sure"

"That's why you waited for an opportunity for me to get tired and you took that chance" Clark's voice was getting a bit rougher as if it was getting difficult to speak out words.

"Ah, you're catching up pretty quick"

Young Clark, he wasn't some normal kid who was dumb and scared only, his real personality began to appear, the one who he really was.

"Since you have shown me your transformation, which I have to say looked d*mm good, let me show you what I'm capable of"

Young Clark finished what he had to say, crossing his arms above his head as he did so, his body was covered in red light which was the first step to his transformation.

What is he trying to do?

Clark felt some sort of change in young Clark's energy, not only that but his eyes widened when two bat-like wings emerged from his back.

The tense feeling he was getting became more and more powerful with each second passing.

"Ha, Ha"

Young Clark swiftly spread his hands wide from crossing, a heavy wave of wind began to blow making the corpse nearby roll and move away.

"How's that?" Young Clark asked proudly with a shout, his appearance had generally changed with black hair that was waving around and red eyes looking at Clark excitedly and bat-like wings and two horns on top of his head.

[A new Quest]

System, out of the blue came up with a new quest which was on Clark's radar, he knew that he had to fight him anyway, even without the system having to give out a quest.

The biggest matter for Clark was the bad condition he was in at the moment.

Seeing the sorrowful-looking face of Clark, young Clark couldn't help but smirk. It was obvious that Clark felt trouble with the situation he was in.

"It's not that bad dying from my hands, I will make it easy for you"

[Kill Clark(Devilcry)]

Devilcry? It must be his transformation that's why the system is referring him to Devilcry but what is that?

Nevertheless, Clark didn't care if he were to mind such an unimportant note; it didn't solve his problems.

"Here I come" excitedly, young Clark said before running with a fast dash to Clark with a crippled body.

A black sword appeared from thin air into the hands of the Devilcry, now that with a better weapon, he could cut off Clark's head with no trouble.

He leapt into the air and clenched the handle of the black sword tighter than before, his eyes were set on the head of Clark who was staring at him with a smile.

Huh? What's with that smile…

Young Clark didn't understand why Clark would be smiling so calmly when he knew that he was about to die. Is he up to something?

Young Clark couldn't grasp a sense of logic because, in the next moment, his head would be off to the ground.

Slash…

Thud…

Clark's head was cut off from his body and fell to the ground with a clear sound heard by young Clark's ears.

"That feels much better"

When the head hit the ground, the body also fell down too. But it was strange for young Clark as he got lost in his thoughts without realising that the body before him faded away in the air.

"Huh? Where did he go, the body?" He had realised that he was tricked, the body before him was a clone, not the real Clark.

That can't be… I saw him throwing me to that clone. It was obvious that this one was real.

Stabbed…

Kagh…

A sword piercing through the chest appeared in front, young Clark felt pain as he looked down at his chest seeing a blade before hearing a voice behind him.

"Now that feels better"

"You…"

"How does it feel? Getting fooled like that"

"How?!..."

Well,...

[Temporary cloning - you will be able to make clones of yourself for 30 minutes +]

[Temporary cloning - you will be able to make clones of yourself for 30 minutes - you can exchange places with clones both consciously and physically not only that but can exchange transformation effects (credit - 1 - no more credit can be gained)]

[Time remain - 4 minutes: 20 seconds]

"You don't need to know that" Clark had a cold stare with a chilly voice.

Young Clark tilted his head to some degree to look at Clark who seemed to be completely fine with no blood on him nor having been tormented.

"Tch… sigh.. did you really think that this would kill me?" Young Clark had an icy cold expression on his face all of a sudden.

He wasn't much fazed by the pain that he felt from the stabbed sword, "not to mention, I'm a Devilcry, not a dragon that you can kill with one shot"

The black bat wings lit up with a blinding light emitting from them, not to be affected by it. Clark let go of the handle of the sword and shielded his eyes in protection.

Devilcry leapt away to create distance between both of them, when the distance was made, Devilcry moved his hands back and grabbed the sword by its blade and began to pull it out from his body. It was painful but pleasing to the boy.

Once the sword was out from its edge young Clark held it and gave out a smirk, "It looks rusty and weak weapon, what a wasted taste you have"

Holding from the handle, young Clark moved his hand back with the sword and sent it towards Clark with a lot of force, unfazed Clark twisted his upper body avoiding the coming sword and held the moving sword from its handle.

Looking back at the boy, Clark was no longer playing around knowing that the person next to him was a threat which he mustn't take lightly nor he could use the dragon slayer transformation to fight him.

Both set out to fight each other but before they could do so…

A voice appeared from a distance saying. "Would you look at this, I wonder who will win"

Hearing the voice, both shifted their gaze to the person who said that.

Devilcry, once grinning now, heard a sweaty and terrified look on his face as if he had seen his death…

"Why—why are you here?"