A Tale On The Past [1]

Akio rubbed his hands together before narrating the long tale.

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Thousands Of Years Ago.

Grovewood Village.

A man, tall and pale, walked through the forest, heading into a small village.

Wearing an overflowing garment which had a hood to cover his face, he passed by some playing children without lifting his head, neither saying a word.

Sighting a bar closeby, he strolled lazily in.

Pushing the door open, the man made everyone seated in the bar quiet, For they haven't seen any wearing a hood in town.

Looking not at their faces, the man walked to a table on the dark side where the light couldn't reach.

Regardless of the odd man, the people continued doing their business.

The man brought out an old ancient book, reading through the sacred words with the aid of a lit candle.

"Um, what would you want to drink, Mister?" A young beautiful lady walked towards him asking without a smile.

"I'm busy" he spat the words at her, not looking up.

"Mister-...."

"Now, when I want to drink anything, I'll order. Now I'm busy with this book, so carry on with your duties!" Every word he said sounded like poison in her blood.

"Erm, okay?" The lady was about to leave when he called her back.

"Now, I would want to have a drink"

Annoyed in her soul, she forced a smile, "What would that be?"

"Just a beer or anything stronger"

"I'll just give you a beer!."

Within a minute, she came back carrying a tray holding the cup of beer.

"Here is y-..." She dropped her tray.

Her eyes shook to the sight before her eyes.

Blood spilled and splashed on the wall, the rest, Gore.

"That didn't work! Waste of time" The man said, closing the book. Looking at the girl, he smiled, "Finally, my beer! You took long enough."

The girl froze to the ground as she saw his face.

Stammering out of fear, she called his name, "D….d.. D… Dravil!"

"Yes?" He answered, dropping his hood to reveal a handsome yet dangerous face.

"H-how…"

"Oh! You dropped my beer! Why?!" Dravil placed a soft smile on his face, acting sad.

"......" The girl on the other hand was awe-stricken by who stood opposite her. Not a single word left her mouth

"Say a word please my darling" Dravil smiled, pushing some strings of hair behind her ears.

Instead, a drop of tears fell from her eyes giving more happiness to Dravil's face.

"Please don't kill me"

"I don't just kill ladies, who told you that rubbish?" Saying this, he placed his hand on her face, "I drain their blood for a drink or for a ritual? Who knows?!."

Draining half of her blood without listening to her wail, Dravil brought the book closer when suddenly an explosion broke his ritual.

'CRASH'

A man moved in, holding onto a staff, his eyes speaking fluent Anger.

"DRAVIL!" He said, words filled with unmeasurable hatred.

"Not another lowlife crawling into my way!" Dravil said, still wearing a dangerous smile. "Die!"

The man swung his staff, creating a barrier-like shield, averting his words.

"Looks like you are strong!," Dravil laid the girl on a table, his movement unknown, "And I hate that!."

With the speed of light, he smashed the barrier sending the man flying outside.

"I'm already irritated by Sebastian, don't add to my anger" Dravil appeared behind the man who was still in the air. Clutching his two hands together, he landed a striking blow on him, again, sending the man to the ground which cracked.

However, the man landed on both feets, although his ribs were cracked badly.

"Whoa, let me guess your rank!" Dravil rushed towards him, preparing a blow, "C!"

"How cocky you are Dravil!" The man said, creating a portal, through which he escaped a death blow.

"Whoa! I really did underestimate your fish brain cells working" Dravil mocked him without a smile. He was now serious, dead serious, when the man spinned his staff, striking the ground to produce a Pentacle symbol.

"I hate demons like you who should be in hell locked up for eternity!."

Dravil didn't say a word, instead, he threw away his cape, Wearing a black thick trousers whose designs looked more like dragon scales, matching his boots. A black tight turtleneck which had no sleeves he wore, revealing a muscular fit physique.

Pushing away every string of hair behind, he stretched forth his right hand, appearing to be his black cursed Sword. The total of all which he had on were completely black.

Finishing with his outfit, his red eyes glowed dangerously when he said, "I'll kill you in the worst way ever!."

"I don't need to get killed before knowing you will be defeated, Dravil!."

"Funny, I am impressed by your courage, but your words make me down." Gripping tightly on his sword, he said, "Just follow the sound of my sword."

"What?!"

'SLASH'

The blade ran through his arm, bringing out unbelievable pain.

'SLASH SLASH SLASH~'

Dravil didn't stop, he continued slicing through the man's body, although some were deflected, it wasn't to the measure of what injured him deeply.

Suddenly, the man slashed through Dravil's neck.

"Whoa." Dravil wiped off his blood, without getting beheaded. "I actually went easy on you to see how you would react."

Dravil held the sword tightly, sending a wave of brightness into the air. "Now I really will-"

Within seconds, he sensed an incoming attack.

Dodging with the extra flexibility in his body, Dravil easily allowed the force to slide past, falling some trees behind, "Uh?"

"Thanks for the distraction, Fang!" Another man said, giving a helping hand. "I'll take it from here!."

"Now I know why the fight seemed odd, it was one lame plan, nice to see you again, White!" Dravil smiled, licking the man's blood from his lip.

"You!" White angrily exclaimed, seeing he had killed the man, fang within a flash.

"Anytime I see your face, it reminds me of that moron Snow!" Dravil held on to his sword, knowing his opponent was a master in magic.

"There is no time for insults, cause I'll be the one trapping you in hell!" White brought out a solid ice sword, one you shouldn't underestimate.

"Haven't I taken enough of you?." Dravil roared in anger.

Both, Powerful and strong slashed their blades together, creating lightning in the skies.

The Pentacle symbol remained on the ground.