Devil's Luck

Chapter 11: Ruthless

Warning: Dark themes ahead, if you don't want some senseless violence and gore then skip the first part of this chapter or skip it entirely.

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Moji has seen and experienced a lot of things in his sixteen years of existence.

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He'd seen his parents argue and fight, to the point of one of them hitting him when he was a kid. That whole experience led to his parents' marriage falling to a divorce and messing with his psychology that made him hang out with other kids that had similar circumstances as him and unfortunately, most of them were bad apples, leading him and his friends to delinquency.

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He'd smoke, drink alcohol, sometimes even tried some weed and magic mushrooms. Due to that he would sometimes, unfortunately, encounter the gangs that were roaming the streets and alleys, even though he didn't want anything to do with them, due to how he looked and acted, he would be mistaken as a part of them or one of their enemies, the latter being the most common case.

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So he'd seen a lot of violence, he was especially terrified of a certain gang with the manji symbol.

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Sweat dripped down the horrified face of Moji, as he and his friends stood frozen in fear at what they were seeing.

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"W-What the fuck...?" He muttered out in a terrified tone of voice.

He'd seen a lot of shit in his life, went through many battles; physical and mental, but this?

"Please!"

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"Stop!"

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"I-I'm sooo–!"

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This wasn't a fight, this was a one-sided slaughter.

"P-Pwease... Nu...Muuuureee–"

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"Shut up." The boy, no, the demon coldly said in a calm tone of voice as he continued on mercilessly beating the face of Hyuga; bloodied and disfigured, worse, tiny shards of his glasses were embedded into his face–scarring him forever.

He punched, punched, punched, and he punched the poor boy's face over and over for an entire five minutes before he finally stopped, his left hand completely drenched in blood.

Zenkichi, with a white gauze around his head, his knees laid on the sides of Hyuga's torso, his right forearm pressed onto his chest to keep him in place, looked down on the latter with a complete lack of emotions–as if his act of beating someone to near death was nothing to feel about.

Moji and his friends were completely frozen in fear, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as the scene in front of them were forever seared deep into their minds and haunt them in their nightmares.

It was at this moment, Moji and his friends finally realized why Zenkichi is the childhood friend and close confidant of Medaka Kurokami.

Most of the students in school called Medaka the demon president, so, who had the best qualifications to stand besides her and be her close equal? Who else but another demon.

The Demonic Hound

'I-I once heard that Hitoyoshi was just a normal student...whichever fuck spreaded that rumor has to die! Normal? This guy's fucking normal?! He looks like a fucking psychopath! Also, doesn't he look injured, with a bandage around his head...?'