A cute fighter (male y/n X yami sukehiro)

Chapter 1

"Again!" , "C'mon!", "YOU WORTHLESS SWINE" i wanted to chop him into tiny pieces and feed the Guard to a cat. I hated him, I hated them ALL.
My blood dripping onto the floor. With every drop my eyes and fingers twitch. It was all red.
I dropped onto the wet ground, it was covered in rain, blood and dirt. I glanced at my broken, bruised,right arm a bone snapped in half was
poking out my elbow. He yelled, again, and again..
"USELESS, HOW CAN YOU BE ROYALTY?!"
he walked to the left side of my hunched over body, he kicked my side flinging me across the room. I landed on my broken arm and let out a pain ridden cry, I'll kill you.. all of you-

He lifted a hand and his Grimoire shined a bright green as it flicked threw the many pages while levelling with his hand. He was a nature Mage.
They usually are healing Mages with three to no attack spells, however he was mainly an attack Mage with two healing spells..He laughed as he slid his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, his eyes looming down at my worthless body .
"Nature creation magic! Piercing chains!" My body was engulfed in thorns. Small flowers were dotted on this large vine.The thorns dug into my severely burnt and bruised skin. It hurts.. kill them.. hurt them-

His words repeated in my head
Again.. do it. C'mon. You really are worthless!
His hands danced around as he controlled the movement of my shackles. With every bang off a wall the deeper the thorns got. With every ounce of my body I closed my eyes and held my breath.
His laughter now maniacal,
"Ahahaha!!! No Wonder daddy and mommy sold you!" My eyes shot opened, my pupils shrank with hate, my eyes bloodshot.
"This... this isn't fair." I mumbled over the racket of the walls crumbling and falling.
"UUUUUH?! SPEAK LOUDER YOU FAILURE!"
He was Hellbent.. the growl from in my throat grew and shot out, my Grimoire flicking threw pages changing aura colours. Red,dark green, brown.

I threw my head back and took another deep breath,
"YOU.. SHUT UUUUP!"
My body heat exploded out into scorching flames out of my hands (up to my shoulders) and torso. Covering my upper body in pain. My flames burnt anything and anyone it touched including myself. My shirt burnt to ash.
The pain wouldn't stop.
I was dropped out of the shackles that were now dust and flames, I landed on the floor. As my screams of pain echoed and became more throaty, my wind magic spun out of control and my earth magic rumbled as other test subjects and Guards circled me. Arrows made of wind cut them in half or plunged into their chests.
Die. Die! All of you.. DIE!
Their screams gave me a headache but I was pleased. My burning flames got hotter, turning a mix of blue and deep orange.. a surge of bloodlust filled strength swarmed my head.
M-my body.. hurts e-everywhere.
I looked up at the guard
His eyes.. still full of greed and ungrateful royalty..
"DIE YOU DIRTY ROYAL!" My voice cracked unleashing a terrifying tone. My eyes emitting visible red mana, my mana pouring out of my body and coming back in twice as strong.
"I CANT BE STOPPED!" I laughed like a mad man.

My Grimoire floated in front of me as my hatred filled eyes stared into his. He was scared. Good.
"FLAME CREATION MAGIC! KILLERS BLADE!"
I cried through the pain as loud as my lung could let me. The power that exploded out of me and was still growing, it broke the roof. Stone and the mud of the surface clashed onto the ground.
My flaming hands Jerked in front of me. Dirt mixing into my fresh wounds.
The flames that covered my body went to my opened hands that were dripping blood. I clenched my hands into balls as a sword made of flames formed and solidified into a thicker version of katana with my Mana (magic power) running through it. More guards flooded into the scene.
"CONTAIN IT!"
One guard yelled as others lifted a hand with their floating grimoires. I screamed in agony as the earth beneath my feet cracked and the stray rocks and chunks of what was the room were floating due to wind users.