The Black Saint is My StalkerCh155 - Do as you wish

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The vampires spoke in hushed tones. Their bodies were close, leaning toward each other with gentle caresses that spoke of their intimacy. Their emotions; elation, comfort, and joy were plain to see, moving to watch even from afar. 16FpTs

But Graham had no sympathy for their reunion, no feeling of warmth for their joy. His empathy was as still as stone, in fact, seeing their happiness only contributed to the nagging itch of impatience. He told himself that there ought to be hope born from this development. If not only Iszak Bathory, but little Luca had escaped and survived the ordeal, then surely, Han Li could pull through as well.

Echoes of battle could yet be heard, not so far now. This close to the facility, Graham could feel the embers of miasma simmering in the air, a little far, faint even but present. It drew him, called him like the fire to a moth.

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Graham’s patience was dry. He had no mind for his companions any longer, no mind for compassion or decorum. “Let’s go,” he said bluntly to Duan Jiayu, who witnessed the events with equal impassiveness.

The Eastern man nodded, eager to follow Graham into the unfolding madness. wxNTIp

Luckily, Iszak’s route had been easy to retrace, and soon they were able to find the hole in the wall around the facility, lending easy access to their destination.

There it stood, an ominous block that stood before them. The DASR research facility loomed ominously, maintaining a sense of foreboding that persisted despite the damage that the building had suffered due to the ensuing battle. The lawn was ruined, bits of the building had collapsed, window glass shattered and bodies laid about; both human and supernatural.

The stench of miasma was growing thicker. Graham waited for the moment that he was certain they wouldn’t fall into anyone’s line of sight. He stepped out from the gap in the wall.

Or at least, that had been his intention before he heard a voice call out from behind. “Don’t think you could leave me behind so readily.” Iszak, mirthful, jogged to rejoin the two of them.

Graham frowned, uncertain why the Meglatoras young master would rejoin their efforts despite having just escaped. It seemed that neither Franz nor the little pup was in his company. He felt annoyed seeing the pale noble blood, and disliked the way that Iszak appeared to glow, his smile both mirthful and bright. Whatever injuries that he had sustained had long disappeared.

Was it envy that Graham felt? Jealousy perhaps?

How much Graham longed to be in Franz’s position; to know that the person he came here for was okay. To know that Han Li was sound and without harm.

Graham scoffed and looked away. He did not care to hear Iszak’s reasoning. “Do as you wish.” RKZDXd

With silent resolution, he marched on.

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Ideally, he would love to slay the demon that had likely ended her life, but he was also not idiotic enough to believe himself capable of such a feat, even in the midst of his anguish and heartache.

And thus, the vanguard had set out to infiltrate the computers and salvage documents when the facility would be inevitably brought to its knees. tlQo0T

When he found the offices hidden behind layers of security, Jayden was expecting to procure some easy information, especially when all the guards were preoccupied, and all the scientists were either evacuated, hiding, or dead.

What Jayden hadn’t expected, was to come across not one, but two demon princes.

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Flesh tore, bones crack and crumbled beneath his claws. Han Li was in some sort of lab. A half-broken fluorescent light blinked ceaselessly overhead. There was a giant hole in the wall, counters toppled and samples of blood, tissue, and other body parts scattered on the floor alongside shattered glass. There were bodies as well; all the scientists that had believed this part of the building to be safe had been ruthlessly slain. Their remains lay amid the debris, each sporting injuries more violent than the next; heads were ripped off bodies, guts disemboweled, chest cavities crushed and limbs detached.

Han Li had originally come to the labs to sate the roaring essence of wrath in his belly; the cumulated concoction of rage from the supernaturals that he had slain led him here. Their disembodied emotions still lingered within Han Li, echoing from their harvested soul. And this rage demanded vengeance. It demanded that the scientists be culled. It demanded justice from the DASR.

It demanded…

Han Li’s expression was one of calm while he pried open the man’s chest and harvested the heart. The organ was fleshy in hue, for the man had died before corruption could take hold. The soul tasted like fear, rather than anger and left a bland taste on Han Li’s tongue. 8KLyU3

He scowled, his hunger only deepening. Fear did not taste nearly as fulfilling as rage.

By now, Han Li’s mind had completely clouded over, his thoughts long lost to demonic instincts. He stood and licked the blood off his hands. The skin had turned midnight in hue, a deep steel blue. His eyes were red, save for the black third eye that sat on the middle of his forehead. The plain white garbs provided by the facility were now drenched in blood and gore.

Miasma tumbled off of him, forming a dark mist that clung to the ground. This was his territory now.

Just as he was about to move onto the next body to harvest its soul, Han Li stopped, feeling the air shift. Wrath coiled through his nerves and he flexed his fingers. His fangs itched. 7q4Js9

Han Li stepped out of the lab and into the hall. Echoing footfalls approached; slow, languid, even strides.

“You’ve made quite a mess of this place, haven’t you, Li?”

Raven hair, three-piece suit. The demon prince carefully plucked the glasses off his face, revealing eyes glowing bright blue. A black third eye stared back at Han Li and there was a sliver of recognition that flicked in the back of his mind.

But the familiarity served none to quell Han Li’s rage. His red eyes narrowed, hands flexing before curling into fists. This bastard was in his territory. A blast of miasma seeped out from Han Li’s feet; a warning. abxhky

Demonic auras collided. The ground shook. The blue-eyed demon smiled, calm and collected. Han Li felt like he knew this bastard’s name.

He ran his tongue over his fangs, confirming their sharpness. Suddenly, Han Li was struck with an idea. When he spoke, his voice was sharp yet booming. “Cyrus,” that was Blue Eyes’ name, was it not? “Get out.”

“I think you’re mistaking something, demonling,” Blue Eyes— Cyrus sighed. His miasma, unlike Han Li’s, was controlled with delicate grace, snaking around his body in protective loops. “This territory had been mine, to begin with. You’re the intruder here, so don’t be so angry with me, alright?”

Cyrus flicked his wrist, revealing a black wing feather pinched between thumb and index. The inky coloration began to dissipate, revealing pearl white. A string of miasma formed, much denser and sharp compared to a demon’s usual aura; forming a blade invisible to the eye. lM0beZ

But Han Li’s third eye saw it perfectly; the aura surrounded the feather, extending three inches from the tip. It was sharp enough to slice through concrete and Han Li saw it for what it was; a challenge.

Han Li scoffed. The impatience in his heart grew, fanning the flames of anger in his heart. This challenger ought to pay. Han Li thought about gouging out those shining blue eyes. He liked the idea of that.

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Cyrus maintained an expression of calm, not revealing even an inkling of his true feelings or intentions. More of those black feathers were summoned; about a dozen total floated around him, their raven-darkness ebbed as the miasma released from within. Each feather turned white, becoming the equivalent of floating knives that surrounded the desire prince.

A second stretched, the atmosphere was deathly silent. fc3GZO

Han Li dashed forward, clawed hand outstretched.

Three white feathers were sent forward, cutting through the air at breathtaking speeds. The miasma surrounding each was stronger than titanium and sliced Han Li’s shirt to shreds—

But even this miasma-coated feather couldn’t so much as even dent the wrath demon’s skin.

The first feather left a faint mark against Han Li’s collarbone before bouncing off. The second caught on Han Li’s forearm. It sliced off the sleeve, but couldn’t skin. And third, Han Li had plucked right out of the air. SbKBwX

The distance closed. Cyrus’s iron composure faltered for but a minute. He realized that something was wrong—

This demon, Han Li, was not normal.

Something about him was terribly wrong.

Quickly, Cyrus unleashed the remainder of his feathers; this time to create a wall-like barrier in front of the narrow hallway. ok5n8h

Miasma thickened, expelling exponentially in quality from both demons. The wasn’t big enough, Cyrus quickly summoned more feathers because soon his back was already against a wall.

A thunderous snap— the barrier of feathers was shattered just like that. And from its debris, the wrath demon continued rushing forward, eyes glowing with raging red.

Cyrus sent out another slew of feathers, but instead of targeting Han Li, they cut away at the building’s infrastructure. Walls and ceiling began to fold as Han Li ruthlessly barreled forward, uncaring if the hallway was crumbling around him.

White wings sprouted from Cyrus’s back. He wasn’t panicked, not yet, but he knew that there was something odd, that he shouldn’t have underestimated his opponent, even if he was so young. PaWxd1

He took flight, crashing through the ceiling with ease.

But not even that was enough to stave off the abomination that chased him.

The west wing had collapsed then, two flavors of miasma collided.

Author: dundundundun! T_T Just a head’s up I might take a break after this arc, just until I get a new job and finish up the comic and stuff for yall ; w ; I just don’t have the energy to keep everything up and my health hasn’t been very good either T o T inpJEs