He giggled while crimson liquid ran down his arm. Ah yes. The man stabbed him there didn't he? Now that large man is lying in a pool of his own blood on the cave floor with his face deformed. How sweet! Just like a melted cherry lollipop!
The smiling teen pushed back his long black hair, the blood from his hands smeared into the raven locks. A wide grin was left on his pure white skin. Suddenly the teen broke into psychotic laughter. The boy kicked the man's broken arm, hearing a satisfying crack.
"Oh dear. What happened to the pure boy we had seen before?" a silky voice said, and the teen frowned. Someone dangerous had appeared.
The teen glanced at the fancily dressed man with purple hair, and eyes. Suddenly, a smile slipped onto the teen's face as a giggle escaped his mouth. A beautiful rose grown in a harsh landscape. This'll be a challenge!
Without answering, the ravenette summoned his blade. The sword itself was not much, but when wielded by a skilled swordsman, the silver blade was a incredibly large threat. The boy sprinted at an abnormal speed towards the well dressed gentleman.
The lavender eyed man calmly took off his gloves, revealing pale hands that were surrounded by black mist. With a slight movement, the gentleman easily dodged the younger boy wearing a practiced smile.
The expression never changed. Letting the boy, so desperate for bloodshed, tire out by dodging every attempt. The monochrome child was a peculiar creature in the gentlemen's perspective. He was so pure when he first set foot in the tower. But that purity was crushed when betrayal and abandonment made it's way into his life.
Now he was alone, it was almost pitiful how his mind was driven into insanity. The gentlemen dodged another swing and grabbed ahold of the blade. His hand bled out green liquid, but the blade crumbled apart.
How the gentleman was against injuring his lovely skin, but if his destructive touch were to dissolve the sword's form he would use one. The monochrome child gritted his pearly white teeth, before springing backwards to put some space between the two of them.
Ah. The gentleman should've killed ravenette before he got serious. The regrets filled the gentleman's purple eyes, as he watched the monochrome study him warily with white energy flowing around him.
"Now, C-" the gentleman was cut off from saying the teen's name when a heavy slam seemed to come out of nowhere. The energy force was so fast and abnormally powerful that the gentleman flew several yards back.
The purple haired man staggered to his feet, the practiced smile never faltering. The gentleman stared at the monster he helped create with pride. Ah, what strength! Even if he is a lunatic, any master would be happy to have such a powerful disciple. It's time he should stop pretending to be a civil person and fight the way the tower taught him.
A smile seemed split the man's face in two. Fighting someone who can attack from a range put him at a disadvantage, but as a true scout he never faltered in what he believed would be the right choice.
Like killing this disrespecting child with his bare hands.
Thinking how nice that would be, the gentleman skipped towards the cave walls. The monochrome child controlled the white energy so it moved like a serpent at rapid speed. The gentleman casually pressed his hand to the wall, causing the rocks to come crashing down on top of the energy.
The energy wiggled around underneath the wreckage like a living creature, before the monochrome child called the energy back. While the white energy trickled through the cracks, the gentleman found his chance.
Racing forward at an inhuman speed, the gentleman reached out to the ravenette. The child narrowed his brown eyes and spun to the side, but the gentleman latched onto his arm. The child screamed in agony as his flesh slowly turned dust. He twitched frantically, and finally got back to his senses enough to use hit the purple haired man with his energy.
The child's arm was released after the energy stabbed the man in the stomach. Green liquid spilled out of the wound alien blood. The child giggled, despite his bloodied arm and the other severely damage arm.
The child kicked the gentleman on his side, having him collasp on the ground. The ravenette wasn't done, however. He picked up the gentleman by the neck, strangling him with a bright smile.
The purple haired gentleman raised his pale hands to the child's hands in an attempt to free himself through destroying his flesh. The child immediately lets go before the hands could destroy anything else. Placing his hands in his large black coat, the child stomped on the man. Then stopped with a purposal. 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMiP7rap2az
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