Bab 22: A little misunderstanding
"Or what?!" the bulky, barrel-like man barked again, his booming and raspy voice drawing even more attention. The crowd seemed to freeze; all eyes now fixed on the scene unfolding. Conversations hushed, and footsteps halted as the onlookers eagerly turned their focus to the brewing fight.
No guard nor anyone else attempted to step in and deescalate the situation. The crowd seemed more interested in watching how it would unfold, their expressions were that of curiosity and anticipation.
Eirwen dropped the youth without a second thought, standing tall as his sharp gaze locked onto the barrel-like man. His face was twisted in fury, erasing any hint of the excitement he should feel over his first ever real fight.
"Shut the fuck up, pig," he spat, his voice was filled with venom. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Who do you even think you're talking to?"
The man didn't flinch, his glare just as hard as Eirwen's. He squared his shoulders, unbothered by the tension thickening in the air and the slight pressure that Eirwen excluded.
Behind him, the youth scrambled to his feet and scurried off, disappearing into the crowd. Andromeda, sensing the rising danger, took a step back as she prepared to summon her Aegis Mirror, ready to shield Eirwen if needed.
"Who do you think you are, huh, fresh meat? Some unknown, rich brat," the man barked, a smirk growing wide on his face as he cracked his neck. He took a step closer too, his bulky frame casting a shadow over Eirwen.
"Let me teach you what happens to boys like you here," he growled.
Those words only fueled his anger. The gold in his eyes glimmered faintly as quiet whispers started to stir in his mind. His head twitched for a moment, as if malfunctioning, before he sprang into action.
Without hesitation, he leapt up, twisting mid-air. His leg swung in a sharp arc, targeting the man's throat.
Eirwen wasn't about to waste any more time talking. He was done with this man and his arrogance, which mirrored the brat from before. Both were insufferable, acting like they were somehow above him. To make matters worse, the whispers in his mind were pushing him further.
When Eirwen's foot slammed into the man's throat, the sheer force of the kick sent a surge of wind rippling outward, followed by a faint explosion. The crowd stepped back instinctively, giving them more space, though no one moved to intervene. Normally, bystanders wouldn't bother paying attention to fights like these, but something about these two men clashing made them interested.
The crowd was drawn in for two reasons. First, there was Eirwen, he was someone they'd never seen before. It wasn't unusual to see new faces in the Undercity, but a rich-looking kid with the appearance of an angel causing this much chaos? That was unexpected.
Second, there was the man Eirwen was fighting. He wasn't just any random man apparently.
"But let me tell you who I am then, fresh meat," the man growled, completely unfazed by Eirwen's kick. In fact, he didn't even flinch.
"I am Sumoo!" he roared, his massive hand grabbing hold of Eirwen's face with a horrible grip.
Eirwen's eyes widened as he was slammed onto the solid ground with shocking speed. He had been sure his kick would be enough to take the man down and even behead him, but somehow, Sumoo not only tanked it but also caught him off guard, throwing him to the ground with ease.
'The fuck?!' Eirwen cursed internally as his back slammed into the ground, digging him in slightly. For a brief moment, his spine shattered, but it quickly snapped back into place, regenerating any severed nerve and muscle.
He groaned and attempted to get up, but before he could react, a heavy stomp came down on his face. A roar escaped his head before it was pushed back into the ground, the heavy foot stomping him down and breaking parts of his skull.
The first hit landed hard, but when the second stomp came down, it struck only a shimmering silver mirror with a loud clang. Aegis Mirror trembled, straining under Sumoo's crushing strength.
'He is an Awakened!' Eirwen realized as he quickly rolled away from under Sumoo's foot, using the brief moment of chaos.
His broken nose and battered face healed almost instantly, leaving him only slightly bloodied.
"Don't interrupt the fight!" someone screamed from the side, pulling Eirwen's attention to Andromeda.
It hit him instantly, he had made a mistake. Why had he looked away from his enemy? He wasn't even focused on the fight anymore for some reason.
Maybe it was because his mind was filled with voices, drowning out any ability to think or analyze his opponent. Or maybe he relied on the Aegis Mirror too much.
That cost him dearly. Another powerful kick to the face sent him flying, his body ragdolling through the dirt and crashing into a nearby stand. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring his figure completely.
Eirwen wasn't even annoyed at Andromeda for not shielding him properly with her Aspect. He was simply too mad to care about that right now.
Shaking his head to clear the chorus of voices in his mind, Eirwen pushed himself forward, straining the muscles in his thighs and calves. A faint burn shot up through his lower body, but he ignored it. His eyes widened, focusing on the fight. This time fully.
The dust cleared instantly, swept away by the speed and force of his movement.
Sumoo wasn't easily caught off guard, and he was ready for Eirwen's counter. But what he wasn't prepared for was the surge of [Pressure] that accompanied the punch.
Gold shimmered in Eirwen's right eye as his fist slammed into Sumoo's thick belly.
The man's eyes widened, and his face twisted in pain. Something deep inside his stomach compressed, as if under immense pressure, and he doubled over.
"Gahhh-" he groaned, clutching his stomach as blood pooled in his mouth.
Before Sumoo could react, Eirwen blurred again. In an instant, he was already at the man's side, his fist shooting towards his liver in a wide arc. The gold in his eye flared, and Sumoo's belly visibly churned as the pressure built inside.
The whispers praised Eirwen for his performance, each voice telling him he had done the right thing.
'And now the boy,' they all echoed, their tone almost commanding. Eirwen felt a familiar unease, a sensation that reminded him of when he lost his leg to the Column Elephant before brutally snapping its spine. Was it Leviathan messing with his mind again? He couldn't be sure, but it felt similar enough to raise suspicion.
The same sensation of dimming vision spread through him. But this time he wasn't wounded nor exhausted, so he was able to resist somehow.
Meanwhile, Sumoo collapsed to his knees, a deep groan escaping his lips as he clutched his swollen stomach. Blood poured from his mouth, and with a violent cough, chunks of flesh splattered onto the ground.
Everyone around them watched in confusion. How had the pretty boy managed to defeat Sumoo? That was the question on everyone's mind as they stared at the scene in front of them.
'Finish him off,' a loud, devilish voice echoed in his mind, cutting through the chaos of whispers.
Eirwen's face twitched. He groaned, slapping his palm against his ear as if trying to shake something loose, desperately attempting to silence the louder voice.
The people around them stared at Eirwen in confusion as he towered over the kneeling, coughing Sumoo. The standing man's clothes were torn and dirty, the fabric barely holding together in some places.
The devilish voice continued to scream in his mind.
'What the fuck is this?! Leviathan?!' Eirwen thought desperately, slamming the side of his head with his palm, the sharp pain making his skull crack slightly.
Leviathan's voice echoed from beneath him, a low, guttural whisper that sent a shiver down Eirwen's spine. Sumoo's eyes flickered, twisting into a terrifying and devilish grin as he looked up at Eirwen. "Kill me. Spill my blood," the words gurgled out of his blood-filled-mouth, but it wasn't Sumoo speaking anymore. It was Leviathan who spoke through him.
Eirwen staggered back and his mind was racing, 'What the hell?' Has he finally lost it?
Before he could react, a young, huffed voice pierced the air behind him. "You bastard!" The words were sharp and angry.
Eirwen winced as a sharp, burning pain shot through his back. He could feel the blood begin to drip, but his focus remained. He forced himself to turn, making sure not to move his back too much.
The kid who had started all this stood there, breathing heavily, eyes wide with fear. His hand gripped an obsidian dagger, its blade buried deep in Eirwen's back.
The voices boomed again, a mix of laughter, cries, and shouts. But all of them echoed the same message: Get rid of the boy.
Eirwen's eyes widened, and his breath grew shallow, each inhale harder than the last as he struggled to block them out.
When he finally managed to block out the voices, the situation only worsened.
The bystanders began to step forward, their voices rising in a chant: "Get rid of the boy!" As they closed in around him, Eirwen felt a chill run down his spine, the terrifying smiles on their faces sending a wave of unease through him. There was immense amount of blood and a strange black liquid flowing out of their eyes, mouth and nostrils as they walked towards Eirwen. Their bodies twitched with each step.
"Leviathan! Stop this!" Eirwen roared, his voice cutting through the chaos.
'Where is Andromeda?!' His eyes scanned the crowd, but she was nowhere to be seen. Not among the slowly advancing horde of enthralled people, nor anywhere else.
He shut his eyes tightly and concentrated, but it was impossible. The voices from the real world mixed with the ones in his mind -that now reappeared as well-, both pressing in on him from all sides.
"Enough!" His voice boomed as he turned his hips and threw a spinning backfist at the young kid's head, vaporizing it into a red mist.
[You have slai-#?!##?##--
The spell began, but then cut off abruptly, glitching and returning in fragments, distorting as if something was wrong.
Eirwen would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous or afraid. What made it worse was the fact that he couldn't find Andromeda anywhere, and apparently, killing the boy didn't help at all. The humans were still closing in on him.
"Wake up. I am done, child" Leviathan's voice then came from behind him. His real voice. Raw and calm as usual.
'What!?' he thought confusedly.
But before he could think any further, his vision darkened and vanished, only to snap back into focus a second later.
Somehow, he was still holding the boy by his collar with one hand while the other held his head. There were no people closing in on him. Everything was back to how it was before the fight even began.
Only, there was one thing that was slightly different...
[You have slain a Dormant Human]
[You have consumed a Soul]
[You have obtained something from the Soul]
[Devour the Flesh for more]
'Devour what...?' he thought, his gaze narrowing as he looked more closely at the young boy, and then at himself.
His right hand was gripping something wet, red, and white.
It was the boy's head. Or rather what was left of it. Pretty much nothing but a mush of flesh, bones and brain in his tightly clenched hand.
"Oh fuck…"
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Narcissus1One Thanks for reading this far and I hope you guys are enjoying it!
After thinking for a bit, I am now pretty much sure that I will write more than only 100 chapters (If I dont simply drop the fanfic lmao).
And in case you guys think that Eirwen's kit is a bit overloaded. Yes it obviously is, he is supposed to be overpowered.
But if there are any questions because of the power feel free to ask (And pls leave a Review if possible)
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