"I killed Nicolai." I tell Erebus. "Now what?"
"Good." He says gruffly.
"Huh? Just good?"
He gives me the look of, "you got to be fucking kidding me?" He walks over to me threateningly. "Yes, just "good."
God, his eyes are golden. More golden than the Ida weapons. He is that tall he had to bend down to face me in my face.
"Get out my face." I tell him.
"No." He says sternly, causing cold as fuck shivers through my body. I just stand there frozen. "What? Did I hit a nerve?"
Me. The big guy who fought Dante and survived. Almost killed a god. Is frozen in place by the sheer threatening presence of Erebus. "Get out my face." My tone darkens.
"It's not gonna scare me, child. You're just as weak as an ant."
I stand there in disbelief. "So you saying I'm getting stronger is all ballshit?"
"Yes."
"Erebus, you Bkl!"
I flick my wrist back and lunge at him. He steps to the side, and my blade just narrowly misses his cheek. He smirks and grabs my arm, and throws me to the wall.
"Watch your language towards the God of Darkness." He says calmly and with a dark and deep tone, straightening out his outfit and walking towards me like I didn't even scratch his cheek. Then again, he must be used to it.
I jump back up, straighten out my outfit, and pant within doing so. Fuck! He brushed off like it was nothing.
I lunged back at Erebus, but this time with my sword. I swung backhanded. He bends backwards, and, in a quick, smooth movement, he spins and kicked my legs from underneath me. I am now on my back and annoyed.
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Curse of the Black Dahlia: PT2
FantasyAfter Zain comes back, Erebus and Zain had a little tiff before. Now, we are now going to get Osedian blades, swords, and bullets. We will be ready to kill him.
