Steel hide himself inside a crack in the ground. As he watches hundreds of devil spawns run towards the enraged devil and human.
'a human? How the hell did he reached here so fast…?it took me like a mouth to travel here…?'
The flesh storm was a location of danger. The chaos and smell of blood only attracts the Devil spawn making inhabitation around the flesh storm impossible to achieve. So there are no human or any other civilization around this death zone.
There wouldn't be anyone crazy enough going around into the maw of death itself for fun. Except for Steel, there are reasons for his actions and it is for very serious matters, not for fun.
News of the flesh storm disappearing should've taken a week, if not mouths, to be known by anyone.
Steel just couldn't wrap his head around this development. It is true that there are human and other monsters who wields powers that couldn't be explain with logic. But why?
For now the more pressing matter is the human that came out of nowhere. Is the human alone? Or are there more of them?
This situation could be advantageous for him though. All he have to do is wait and watch. Seeing as all the abomination are moving towards the human. It could be the chance he need to escape out of this death zone.
'Well, I wanted to rest anyway. So this is a good excuse…'
***
A new challenger appears near the arena. A young handsome man who wore a light set of armor and a mundane sword in a scabbard on his waist. His eyes were red as blood and hair like the colour of dark night.
There is an aura of strength, confidence, courage about him but there is something else too. Something that's a little darker that's pouring out of him. Oppressing all the other beautiful elegant features about the man.
It is hard to look at the man's handsome face cause it is an assault on the senses. Oppressive nature is so demanding that it is forcing other creatures around him to act in a certain way.
It is bloodlust. Unrelenting bloodlust that is stimulating all the senses of all Devil spawns to attack this new participate. All the devil spawns watches as the man's bloodlust invites them. They wanna kill him as much as he wanna kill them all.
He announces his presence to all the devil spawn.
"Greetings Devilish creatures. I am Lust for Blood, it is my Soul name. Pretty cool if you ask me. But isn't it too much on the nose? I actually prefer the name given to me by my adopted father, but I really don't like that old man. So why even care about it, you know."
A dark smile appears on the man's face as he watches all the Devils succumbing to their natural state. Even if there wasn't any bloodlust pouring out of him, devils would still come to kill him sooner or later. But the expression of these creatures to come and greet him as soon as they felt his calling for war just filled him with gratitude.
"Just splendid. You guys get me so much. Who cares about these boring pleasantries. Just call me, War. Just War."
And so, War sprints towards the devil spawns.
Few meters away, a Devil jumps at him from afront. It doesn't possess a lower jaw, instead, the teeth of the lower jaw are spread down to it's limbs, giving it a massive maw. And it uses these teeth as razer sharp makeshift weapons.
Two more Devils comes from the right side of War. Both of them have an irregular number of claws in both arms. Some claws are even growing from their heads like horns. Devil spawns never show any self preservation so if he dodges they would just bash their heads into his abdomen.
even more far behind, dozen more of abominations with odd number of limbs and heads are coming to greet him. Threatening to rip him from limb from limb.
He is surrounded from all sides. but there is no fear to be seen in his eyes. Only bloodlust.
Everything happens so quickly.
War pushes his left arm into the lower jaw of the abomination. Due to the teeth being serrated, they are jammed deep into his arms. Then with inhumane strength, he rips the limbs and rest of the flesh apart from the abomination.
Removing the deadly weapons from the Devil. Leaving it in a half dead state on the ground. Even the scales of the abomination doesn't protect it.
Before the other two clawed devils could reach him. War pulls the serrated teeth limb out of his arms. Severely hurting himself in the process.
Two clawed devils take this opportunity and attacked him from other sides. But he prioritized only one of the clawed devil and thrust the lower jaw teeth weapon into the face of the one clawed devil.
The teeth limb went so far inside that it kills the Devil in an instant.
Other clawed devil had already stabbed him in the right side of his abdomen. But it didn't go much deeper. War is already finished with taking the life out of the one clawed devil and now he has taken his mundane sword. However, he doesn't even take off the scabbed off the sword. And thrust it inside of the devil's heart. Or someplace where hearts are supposed to be located inside of these creatures.
The scabbed breaks inside of the flesh of the Devil. War pulls the sword and it come out of the Devil's body. It wasn't dead though.
Continuous stabs happened again and again. Until the Devil spawn is dead meat, barely recognizable to its former self.
Everything happened in the span of ten seconds.
War laughs with joy, thrill, excitement. Adrenaline rush is so explosive that he doesn't even consider half of the pain from all these wounds. Other half though, does makes him wanna curse a little. However, he suppresses that feeling.
But why does he bother to worry about these tiny scratches? His wounds and torn off flesh is already healing itself with an orgasmic reaction. It is a feeling he would never replace with anything. It is pure ecstasy.
But these emotions are so overwhelming. Everytime he kills, he feel himself succumbing to this strange sexual desire. It is just a pity that he can never be satisfied with killing one. Or have the time to bask himself in it. There are so many more to kill and even more ecstasy to be gain.
"I can do this all day…"
He spare a single glance to the still alive Devil that he brought that make shift weapon. Then he thrust his mundane sword into it. Slowly cutting open the inside to be the outside. It is all gross.
But the blood rush, the gore, the violence are all just so orgasmic. Why would he stop. In few seconds, even more will be onto the man's throat. But now he is inside of that so called dreadful death zone too.
"just splendid"
His glee is interrupted by an annoying noises from the inside of his ear. He just chuckles and enters the area that once contained the flesh storm.