[*Warning. Viewer discretion is advised. Anyone uncomfortable with forceful nonconsensual sex or gore should skip forward until it is over.*]
"She resisted for quite a while," a raspy voice said. "But man, she was great."
Another voice let out a laugh. "Haha, yeah. I haven't had a meal this good in forever. Beauties like her seem to struggle the most, that's what makes it fun."
"If you're done, then let's go," said a deep and overbearing voice. "I couldn't pick up any readings."
"Oh come on, boss. Don't act like you're a saint. You were the wildest one out of all of us. Man, the expression she had when you shoved it in was amazing. She wanted to act like she didn't like it but after thirty minutes she was moaning like a bitch in heat."
Rylen's mind was completely empty. His shock had completely frozen him at the words of the men inside his house.
'No…'
Without thinking, Rylen pushed the door open and slowly walked through the entrance to the house. The voices in the house completely disappeared when the door hinges squealed.
*Step… Step… Step*
Soft footsteps rang out on the hardwood floor as Rylen finally reached the kitchen. With an empty expression, his eyes scanned the room.
Three men stood in the living room, looking at Rylen. Two of the men were surprised to see someone arrive, while the third and biggest of the three looked at Rylen with vigilance.
But Rylen didn't bother looking at the three of them. His eyes landed on a heap of clothes on the floor.
'White t-shirt… Jeans… Why is it so familiar?' Rylen thought as he blankly looked at the clothes. 'Brown hair…'
Rylen's mind recognized the figure on the floor.
'Why is Aliyah lying on the floor?' He asked himself.
Aliyah's jeans were pulled down to her ankles and her shirt was pulled up to her neck. Her face was pale and her beautiful brown eyes were wide open, frozen in shock and terror. Aliyah lay on the carpet of the living room, completely still and unmoving.
'...Why is she sleeping in the living room? Her room isn't that far away…'
Rylen just stood there, staring at Aliyah with an empty expression.
"Probably the first time he's seen a naked woman," the scrawniest of the three men said with an evil smile. "I don't blame ya. She is quite the beauty. A good fuck too."
Rylen continued to stand there in a daze, unmoving. The man's words seemed to pass right through one ear and out the other.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, kid! Don't ignore m–"
"Floyd, use inquiry, you dumbass!" Yelled the biggest of the men as he continued to glare at Rylen with a wary expression.
Floyd quickly shut his mouth and looked closer at Rylen and soon his eyes widened in surprise. "An Awakened? What's an Awakened doing here?"
The man to the right of the apparent leader who hadn't spoken yet answered Floyd's question. "It doesn't matter. Now that he's seen us, we have to take him out. He isn't with Guidance so we don't have to worry about anything."
The big man's wary expression relaxed a little. "You're right. We've been here too long. Take care of him and we'll leave."
As the three men continued to converse about how to eliminate him, Rylen gazed with an empty look at his frozen aunt. Images of her smiling face flashed through his mind. Images of him and Aliyah walking hand in hand after his first day in kindergarten. Images of Aliyah congratulating him on graduating high school and taking a picture with him holding his diploma. Images of him and Aliyah eating together in the kitchen, talking about random events from their day.
Out of Rylen's left eye, a tear slowly fell down his cheek as he looked at his aunt's lifeless body.
"Sorry, kid. But you walked in at the wrong time." The skinny man pulled out a knife from his back pocket and approached Rylen slowly.
Floyd's body suddenly glowed with a blue hue and also covered the knife in his hand. Once the glow completely covered his body, he shot toward Rylen from the living room at an incredible speed.
As the man jumped towards him, the tear on Rylen's cheek finally reached the edge of his face and left with nowhere else to go, it fell towards the ground. Time from Rylen's perspective slowed down. The man jumping toward him with a knife extended appeared to be in slow motion. The small drop of Rylen's tear continued to travel to the ground.
As it impacted the hardwood floor, the tear dispersed into a black mist and evaporated into the air.
Rylen's vision faded away and the world around him turned dark.
…
As his vision returned to him, Rylen stood holding something very warm and wet in his palm. His mind was calm and he gazed down.
In his hand was a heart. The heart of a human.
Blood dripped from his hand and landed on the stained, white carpet. Unbothered by the organ in his hand, Rylen looked around the familiar living room.
Near the kitchen, a scrawny man lay on the hardwood floor with his hands covering his severed neck. His body was completely still and blood pooled around him.
Directly behind Rylen, a man with large muscles lay on the ground with his head a few feet away from his body. The head was turned upwards and was adorned with a frozen expression of terror.
Next to the body of the headless man lay a very large man with a hole through his chest. Blood from the two of them had completely covered half of the entire living room carpet.
Rylen then glanced back at the heart in his hands with an empty expression. But when his eyes saw the body of a familiar woman lying still before him, his expression broke and he dropped to his knees, letting go of the heart in his hands.
Endless tears fell from his eyes. Rylen's mind was filled with immense grief. He had lost the only person in his life he cared about. His sobs echoed through the house for another few hours before they finally stopped.
*Sniff… Sniff*
Rylen wiped his puffy red eyes, clearing the wetness from his face. He took a blanket from the leather couch and covered Aliyah's naked body except her face. Rylen reached out and closed her eyes, letting them shut for the last time.
"I'm sorry. This is my fault."
Rylen knew why Guidance was here. It was his awakening. The essence that he gained during it must have alerted them.
If he never awakened, then they never would have come here in the first place.
"No…"
Rylen's eyes turned back to the bodies of the three men.
"If they never existed… This wouldn't have happened…"
Rylen got up from his knees and slowly walked towards the three corpses.
"If Guidance didn't exist, this never would have happened."
Rylen's eyes began to lose the light in them. He bent down and put his hand on the leg of the leader of the group.
"Devour."
Black tendrils that swallowed light itself spread from Rylen's fingers and covered the corpse of the man.
"Harvest," Rylen said in an emotionless tone.
The pitch-black tendrils constricted and the body of the man completely disappeared. The tendrils retracted into Rylen's hand and a burst of energy flooded inside his body. Flashes of images were shown through his mind; memories from the man's life. From his birth all the way until his death, Rylen saw it all. When he got to the memories the man had from a few hours ago, Rylen analyzed it with narrowed eyes.
Three hours ago…
As Floyd rushed at the boy with violet eyes and a handsome face, Doug, the leader of the Guidance squad that was tasked with checking out an essence disturbance frowned. He observed the boy he had figured out was named Rylen Aptera through his inquiry ability.
Doug watched as Rylen's eyes changed from a bright violet to a deep black. Rylen glanced up from the corpse of the woman that Doug and his squad had recently had their fun with and met gazes with the big man standing over her body.
Goosebumps formed on Doug's skin and his hair rose on the back of his neck. As he gazed into the eyes of the boy, Doug only felt an unending and paralyzing fear. He couldn't move under the empty gaze of those endless eyes of the boy.
Before he even realized it, he felt a sudden pain in his chest and looked down.
*Drip… Drip*
Doug's eyes fell on an arm. This arm was in a peculiar position. It almost looked as if it was passing through his chest.
As Doug wondered why there was an arm in his chest, his vision faded and his body fell to the floor as the arm was suddenly pulled out from his chest with a red organ in its hand, still beating at a steady rhythm.
…
"My assumption was correct," Rylen said as he walked to the two other bodies of the Guidance squad.
He placed his hand on the shoulder of the headless man and spoke in an emotionless voice, "Devour."
Black tendrils shot out of Rylen's hands and covered the man's body as well as the head a few feet away. "Harvest."
The body completely vanished as the tendrils devoured it completely. Rylen experienced another boost of energy within his body. This time, however, the amount of energy was less than before but Rylen didn't mind it. The man's memories flashed through Rylen's mind just like the man before.
Rylen looked towards the empty wall of the house and a thought about his current stats flashed through his mind. Etchings began to appear out of nowhere and displayed a list on the blank wall.
—
Name: Rylen Aptera
Title: Heir to the Abyss, Lord of Apocalypse
{STATS}
Body: D-
Mind: C
Essence: E
Shroud: E
Power Grade: D
Potential: ???
—
Rylen looked over his new stats with an expressionless face. He thought of his skills and the carvings morphed into different words.
—
Essence Skills:
{Corrupted Enhance {Tier I} (NEW): The ability 'Harvest' has taken hold of the essence skill 'Enhance' and has corrupted it. The user's essence reacts with the abyssal shroud within the user and it multiplies the physical attributes of the user by 10 times.}
{Corrupted Inquiry {Tier I} (NEW): The ability 'Harvest' has taken hold of the essence skill 'Inquiry' and has corrupted it. The user's essence reacts with the abyssal shroud within the user and it allows the user to see information about a target. The information allowed with this skill can view a target's name, age, affiliation, and stats.}
Shroud Skills:
{Touch of the Abyss}
{Harvest}
{Abyssal Storage (NEW): The ability 'Harvest' has taken hold of the essence skill 'Store' and has corrupted it. During corruption, the shroud within the user completely assimilated with 'Store' and allowed the creation of the skill: 'Abyssal Storage'. Abyssal Storage allows the user to store anything in the abyssal shroud contained within the user. The limit of space in this storage depends on the amount of shroud capacity the user has. (Current limit: 50 square meters)}
—
Rylen took note of his new skills and the etchings on the walls slowly faded and disappeared.
Looking toward the last man on the floor, Floyd, Rylen walked to him and harvested him as well. The energy he gained was less than half of the two before him. Rylen didn't even bother with the man's memories.
Once the three men were completely gone, Rylen looked back toward the living room where Aliyah lay. His eyes turned solemn and his fist clenched. Rylen slowly walked towards the woman and placed his hand on her head.
"Devour," he said with repressed rage.
Black tendrils covered Aliyah's body completely, hiding her from view. But unlike the three men from Guidance, the tendrils shook and squirmed around the body of Rylen's aunt.
Soon, the tendrils stopped and retreated back into Rylen's hand. What was left behind was the figure of a woman, but her entire body was pitch black, not letting any light escape. The woman's eyes slowly opened, revealing two bright violet eyes without pupils.
Rylen warily looked at the woman, uncertainty laced his countenance.
"Aliyah. It's me, Rylen."
Aliyah glanced toward Rylen, her eyes focused on the man standing above her.
"Can you stand?" Rylen asked.
The pitch-black figure immediately stood up in response to Rylen. She continued to stare at him, seemingly awaiting any orders.
*Sigh*
Rylen sighed in disappointment and grief. His fists clenched, the knuckles turning white in the process due to the rage filling Rylen's mind.
He looked back up toward who used to be Aliyah and into her eyes. The figure only looked back toward Rylen with a blank look, without a shred of emotion.
Coming to terms with her lack of intelligence, Rylen waved his hand and the woman's body dropped toward the ground through a black pocket and disappeared.
As the pocket closed and Rylen was the only person left in the house, he continued to gaze at the floor from where Aliyah left. Rylen then lifted his head and peered out of the windows that led to his backyard, looking at the deep night, devoid of any light.
"Don't worry Aunt," Rylen said to the empty house. "They won't be around for much longer."
[*Some R-18 elements*]
In a building in downtown Los Angeles…
"Here's the reports from all the squads out on missions, sir."
In a large office, a man sat with white hair and a sharp beard of the same color. On his desk was a stack of papers handed to him by his assistant, a man with glasses and dark brown, combed hair.
"Doug's squad has failed to report back, however," The man with glasses said with a worried expression.
"Doug's squad?" The bearded man asked with an authoritative voice. "That idiot didn't report back? Wasn't he just checking out a disturbance?"
Glasses man nodded. "Yes, everything should have been fine, but they have yet to report back."
"Heh, they're probably just playing around again. They'll report back by morning, don't worry."
The bearded man skimmed through the stack of papers and handed them back to his assistant. "I'll be wrapping up for the night, you can go home, Marcus."
Marcus took the papers and nodded. "Then I'll take my leave. Goodnight, sir."
"Goodnight."
Marcus walked out of the office and the bearded man sighed in exhaustion.
After some minutes passed in silence.
"Why am I stuck in here when Doug and his squad get to play around?" He asked to no one in particular.
"You can play with me. I'm sure we'll have a great time," a voice said.
"Heh, like I can play around while being the head of the West Coast division."
The bearded man laughed at the voice's comment. But, something was off.
'Didn't Marcus leave? Who is that?'
Before the man could react, a pitch-black tendril wrapped around his neck and lifted him out of his chair and into the air.
"Arghh–"
The bearded man choked and couldn't breathe under the strength of the tendril of darkness.
"Kyran Blake, head of the west coast division of Guidance. Awakened the ability to use essence at 32 years old and joined Guidance shortly after. You increased your power and you were promoted many times until you landed this job. I heard the pay is pretty good."
"Arghhh. W-Who are you?!" Kyran struggled to ask under the grip of the tendril. He had never seen anything like this before.
*Sigh*
The tendril holding the man in the air turned his body until he faced the window to his office. Before the window stood a silhouette of a man. The light from the surrounding buildings and the darkness in the office made it hard to make out the man's features.
"It doesn't matter who I am. I am here to ask your opinion on something, Kyran."
The tendril of darkness holding Kyran's neck loosened, allowing the man to talk more easily.
But instead of responding, Kyran's body glowed blue and he reached up to rip the tendril apart. He grabbed onto it and pulled with his enhanced strength, but it didn't budge a single bit.
"Your actions are meaningless," the silhouette said. "Answer my question."
Seeing his resistance was pointless, the blue glow around Kyran subsided. He looked toward the man and his eyes flashed briefly. However, his inquiry skill failed, causing a slight backlash and giving him a painful headache.
"ArgHH!" He groaned.
"What did I say? Answer my question," the man repeated.
"Okay! Okay!" Kyran shouted, barely holding back the urge to groan from the pain. "I'll do whatever you want!"
"That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
The man walked closer to the suspended body of Kyran, who could make out more details of the silhouette as he approached. He had glowing amethyst eyes that seemed to pierce Kyran's very being. His face was perfectly structured and his skin was very pale. Around the man's body, tendrils of darkness fluctuated and pulsed, almost as if they had a heartbeat.
"Now," the man said once he walked toward Kyran. "I want to ask your opinion on something. If I wanted to completely destroy Guidance, what should I do?"
Kyran was baffled by the man's question. "D-Destroy Guidance? T-That isn't possible! You can't destroy it!"
*Sigh*
"Marcus said the same thing," he said to himself.
Hearing his assistant's name, Kyran's face paled. "W-What did you do to Marcus? Is he okay? What did you do to h–"
The tendril holding Kyran's neck tensed and the man's body fell on the floor, his head still within the tendril's grasp. The pitch-black tendril then dropped the severed head and returned to its state of encircling Rylen's body.
"Devour."
The countless tendrils surrounding Rylen shot out at the corpse and engulfed it in darkness.
"Harvest."
Due to the strength of the white-haired man, a large surge of energy entered Rylen's body but was quickly subdued and assimilated within him within seconds. The man's extensive knowledge flooded into Rylen's head and he scanned through his memories.
"Interesting… This man wasn't useless after all."
Rylen turned around toward the window and confidently walked straight at it. The black tendrils, which had finished with Kyran's body, engulfed Rylen in complete darkness and his body phased through the window completely and he continued to walk in thin air outside the building.
…
"You want to destroy Guidance? Pfft! That's impossible! You're insan–"
*Shleck*
*Thump*
Another headless body fell to the floor.
Rylen, who was standing in the mansion home of one of the division heads of Guidance, sighed.
"Another one said the same thing. I guess I need to go higher on the ladder of authority in this organization."
…
"Do you like that, dear?" asked a seductive voice.
"Your mouth is amazing, Felricia," said a man in a weak voice. "I can't get enough of it."
On a lavish bed in the bedroom of a very lofty mansion sat a couple. They sat on the bed naked with the woman laying with her head near the man's lap as he sat with his back leaning against the headrest.
*Shlurppp*
The woman bent over with a charming smile and engulfed the man's rob with her mouth.
"Ahhh… That feels great, honey. Keep going."
*Shrlurp*
*Shrulp*
*SHHlurp*
"Ughh!"
The man convulsed as he grabbed the head of the woman and pushed her further into his crotch.
*Gggrg*
The woman's mouth filled with a sticky, white substance and she greedily swallowed every bit she could.
*Plop*
Felricia raised her head and the man's rod fell out of her mouth with a wet, popping sound.
The man panted in exhaustion, his chest heaving up and down after his orgasm.
Felricia smiled seductively seeing her husband so pleased by her fellatio. "How was it, honey?"
"Heh heh, I can't live without it," the man said in an exhausted voice.
"You're not done are you?" Felricia said with a pouting expression. "We only just started."
The man caught his breath and looked back at his lovely wife. "Of course not. I can't leave my wife unsatisfied, now can I?"
Felricia chuckled and began to crawl toward her husband. "Oh? Confident now? Last time, you barely lasted five min–"
Suddenly, a black pocket opened beneath the man's wife and she fell through before either of them could react. The pocket closed as soon as Felricia disappeared, leaving the man alone in his room.
"Fel!" The man yelled in shock as he placed his hands on the spot she disappeared. "Fel!"
A very bright blue aura surrounded the man and he stood vigilant on his bed without any clothes on.
"Vincent Charsguard," a voice said from the corner of the room. "You are a very hard man to find. Took a couple of subordinates to find where you live."
A man walked out into the light from the corner. Countless black tendrils completely covered his body, leaving a trail behind him as he walked forward. He looked like a mummy with pitch-black bandages wrapped around him. None of his features could be discerned except for his eyes. His bright amethyst eyes nearly paralyzed Vincent with their malevolence.
"YOU BASTARD!" Vincent screamed as he launched himself at the mysterious man at an imperceptible speed. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY WIFE!!!"
As Vincent reached the man and swung to punch him, he completely passed through him and ended up colliding with the wall behind him and destroying it.
*BOOM*
After the dust settled the man's voice rang out. "Wow, continental leaders are very powerful, indeed. I didn't see much of your strength from your subordinates' memories, so I was curious."
Vincent stood up with a furious expression. "What… did… you… do… with... my... wife..."
He slowly walked toward the dark figure. The blue glow surrounding Vincent's body continued to get brighter and brighter.
"Are you some kind of light bulb?" The figure asked in a carefree manner.
Vincent brought up his first as he neared the man and swung with all his might.
*WHOOSH*
His fist passed through the violet-eyed figure and caused the surrounding air to be pushed back violently, shaking the bright chandelier hanging from the ceiling and pushing the king-sized bed to the opposite wall.
Vincent clenched his fist in frustration. 'Why can't I hit this bastard?!'
"I want to ask your opinion on something, Vincent," the man said.
Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Tell me what you did to my wife and then I'll think about it."
"Oh, your wife?" The man raised his hand to his chin and thought. "I don't really know what happens to someone when they enter there." He turned to Vincent and his eyes arched upwards, indicating he was smiling. "But I do know that they never return."
Vincent's eyes flashed in fury and his body began to glow brighter than the sun. "YOU WILL PAY, YOU BAS–"
All the light emitting from Vincent suddenly vanished and the blue glow around him broke into pieces.
"Alright, that's enough with the light show," the figure said with a bored tone.
A black tendril whipped out from the many surrounding the man and before Vincent could react, ensnared his neck and lifted him into the air.
"ARGHH!"
Vincent tried to yell in pain and anger but his neck was strangled.
"I'm getting quite bored of doing this over and over, so you will be the last one I ask this to. If I wanted to completely destroy Guidance, what should I do?"
Upon the mention of destroying Guidance, Vincent's anger and agony was replaced entirely with fear.
Rylen frowned. Usually when he asked this question to someone they looked at him like he was an idiot or laughed at him and said it wasn't possible. But this man was different. He was scared. Not scared of Rylen but scared of something else.
"Does this have to do with Exousia? I have heard of that place but I don't have much information about it," Rylen said with a curious expression.
Vincent's expression only turned worse at the mention of that place. The tendril around his neck loosened, letting him speak more freely. "You… You have no idea what you are talking about, boy. Guidance is way more than just some organization that you can destroy."
"Hmm? How so?" Rylen asked. "Aren't you one of the seven leaders of Guidance? If I kill all of you guys, won't the organization be finished?"
"Hah! Me? A leader? I am nothing but a small pawn being moved however they want. They are beings beyond our comprehension. If you want to completely destroy Guidance, you'll have to destroy reality itself. Don't make me laugh. You are an ant they can step on any time they feel like it. No, an ant is a lot more powerful than you in their eyes. You are just dust in the wind, boy. Your confidence is nothing but ignorance!"
Having the freedom to breathe, Vincent spat at Rylen, which of course passed through him.
Rylen was deep in thought about Vincent's words. "Reality itself…" He muttered. "That sounds like a great plan. If nothing existed at all then that wouldn't have happened."
Vincent, who was struggling in the grasp of Rylen's black tendril, was unaware of Rylen's words.
Suddenly, the tendril tensed and Vincent's head was severed from his body.
*Thump*
"Devour," said Rylen, still deep in thought.
Unlike before, where all the tendrils around him had to be used for Devour, Rylen only had to use one. Over the past few weeks, he has been traveling all around the world and killing the heads of Guidance. In that time, his control and mastery of the Abyssal Shroud has increased exponentially. By just controlling the shroud within him, he can become intangible and invisible. He can even access the Abyss directly through Abyssal Storage.
The concept of his intangibility and invisibility comes from the properties of the shroud. The abyssal shroud has the property of absence of anything, even reality. By coating himself in the shroud, he can let anything pass through, even light and gravity.
"Harvest,"
Energy unlike anything he felt before was assimilated within Rylen. Vincent's memories passed through him as well and Rylen couldn't help but smile.
"I guess there is only one way to go from here," Rylen said with excitement.
"Time to go to Exousia."
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