Damon vs The World

In an undisclosed location, somewhere across the world.

Lady Demophon sat on a bloodied-up, bruised, naked man, his neck chained up and bent forward, on all fours.

The Purple Man walked up, he stood with his arms out front. He fell forward, flopping to the ground, on all fours.

"Step on me Lady Demophon!" he cried.

She got up from her naked seat and raised her heel.

Slink!

She stabbed the Purple Man right through the skull. His eyes and limbs all went limp.

"You did a good job killing Eiko. And now we have no more connections, except for those other True Immortals. But for now, the game is set back in motion."

A man in a white robe stepped in. He carried a tv. And as he stepped into the room the tv displayed the entirety of New York City through multiple camera shots. And all the camera shots were pointed at Damon.

She watched as the city was filled with purple eyes. The staring eyes of the Mind Witch.

"Oh, so the mind kid came to America... How will Damon get out of this one...?"

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Damon looked all around him. On all sides. Faces. Stares. Purple eyes.

Everyone everywhere, down the street, in front of him, mothers with children, people on bicycles, in cars, kids, adults, old men on the street, homeless men, women, men, of all genders, of all ages, everyone, everywhere, the entire city turned to Damon, and they all spoke up in unison.

"Damon, the Immortal. The Infinite. Tell us where the Immortal Necronomicon is!"

Damon sat up, his suit bloody, ripped, squished. He pulled out his phone, fifty texts.

Olezka: [Damon! Where are you!]

Olezka: [Damon get back here!]

Olezka: [Where did you go?!]

Olezka: [You're in danger!]

Olezka: [Read my messages!]

Smash!

Damon crushed his phone and looked back up at all the stares, at all the faces watching him.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

All the people of the city stepped closer. They all held out their hands in unison.

The windows, the rooftops. They all marched to their deaths.

Step...

Step...

Step...

They jumped.

Crunch!

Splat!

All across the city, from all the skyscrapers, from all the buildings and windows. They jumped. Like falling raindrops. One by one they let gravity take hold. With mindless eyes the city fell. Hundreds, thousands, one hundred thousand. A city-wide hellscape.

Damon stood up.

The death, the destruction, the bloody murder.

He looked at the circle around him. The mothers, the fathers, the children, the old, the elderly.

Splat!

Thud!

Crunch!

Crash!

The bloody guts on all sides, on all street corners, from all rooftops, the mindless eyes of families carrying themselves up the steps, to the edges, to their deaths.

"What are you doing?! This is... This is going too far-"

Bang!

A mind-controlled police officer pulled out a gun and shot Damon in the chest.

He stood still, his body healed instantly.

"Stop this! I said stop this! This is..."

Screeech!

A truck turned a corner, the eyes of the driver purple. He headed straight for Damon and the people surrounding him.

"Shit...!"

Crash!

Crunch!

Sploosh!

Splash!

Damon was hit, his body smashed in on itself. His head burrowed into his own body.

Crash!

He was sent through the window of a grocery store. He got up in an instant. His body healed. He looked around him. The glass shattered, stabbed in people. He looked at all the dead innocents. At all the standing innocents. Their eyes. Their gazes. He looked at the random shoppers. The families. The children. Their eyes. All purple.

"No... Don't! This is too far... Even for me..."

They all ran at him. Their limbs limp as they lunged like zombies. He looked around the grocery store. The walls, the shelves, all lined with food. He looked for a weapon, but nothing was around to defend himself with.

"No... I can't... This is..."

He remembered the time he killed the mother and father of the two children. He remembered the time he killed those people in the forest. The time seven hundred years ago. When he lead the charge into that village. As he killed and killed. Murdered all those innocents. All those kids. All for his kingdom. For revenge. For his sister's death... For...

"Luna..."

Tackle!

He was tackled. Beaten up. Grabbed. Punched. Smacked. Stabbed. Over and over again. More purple-eyed people came in through the destroyed window. They all jumped on top of him.

He was shot. Ripped apart. Beaten to a bloody pulp. Over and over again. He came back. Dead. Alive. He was killed. Gouged. Over and over again. Over and over again.

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"So this is where Damon ran off to..."

Mr. Chain looked out over the bloodied city. The streets covered in guts and gore. The dead, the running, the screaming, the purpled-eyed. He looked at the grocery store. The truck half smashed into the building. People half-alive, their bodies ripped and torn. He jumped off the building.

Burn Spell: [Burst Engine]

Fwoooosh...

He landed with a burst of flames.

He watched as purpled-eyed civilians ran through the streets. Jumping through the glass window and piling on top of Damon. He watched as they tore him apart.

Rip!

Tear!

Crack!

Stab!

He stepped closer. He looked at the ground. A half-alive man, his lower body broken apart. He was struggling to breathe. Mr. Chain knelt down and picked him up by the head.

X Spell: [Sacrifice]

The body turned to dust as Mr. Chain extended out his arm. A flicker of blue flame.

"Damon. Enough running. Enough hiding. Enough watching. You're a sorrowful pitiful man. Immortal or not, you've let yourself die. You've let yourself become a boring husk of nothingness. Your friends told me all about you. You just watch as people die. You hide it all in the back of your head. You only fight when you have something to lose. You're a sad man. A selfish man... But I have no right to tell you that. I have no right to tell you to figure out on your own... So it's time you fight. It's time you get revenge for the girl you lost. It's time someone gives you the motivation to kill. To murder those god damn Immortals!"

Burn Spell: [Eternal Flame]