The demonic monkey king in dxd

The end. {65}

Red....all red... So red.....

what the fuck was the use of all that power if he couldn't protect his first love.
Why was he so weak, why was he unable to protect Akeno, if it wasn't for the fallen angel leader, this man might have also have ripped her wings away.

Taking away her dignity...

Rage, anger, pure malice.

Those were the emotions currently going through Takeo's body.

He could feel it, he wanted to kill this man so badly that he couldn't stop himself from shaking.

He was going to murder this fucker, even if it cost him his life.

He would rip out his spine and make him eat.

He will rip out this man's bat wing and cut off all of his fingers. He crushes the man's skull just enough for it to hurt but not enough for it to kill him.

He was going to murder this dude.

This was probably the one moment in his life where the only thing that was going through his mind was nothing but sheer anger and nothing more.

No thoughts, no emotions.

The only thing that was hiding behind those eyes of his was nothing but the sheer will to turn this man inside out.

He would kill him no matter what.

His opponent however just smiled upon noticing the look of pure malice on his face, this was good.

The natural disaster was about to snap.

*BOOM*

One step is all that anyone could see Takeo taking, the next instant his opponent was lying on the floor, his body broken and destroyed.
Takeo cocked his fist back and punch the man...

*Thumb*

*Thumb*

Blood was covering his hand, yet he didnt care, he was punching this bastard in the soul where it hurt the most.

He refused to let death take the man's soul, and for what felt like an eternity, Takeo continued to pill up the damage on his opponent's body and soul.

He was now mostly covered in his opponent's blood, he looked like a monster.

With no care in the world, he kept punching his opponent, each punch seemed to shake the area that they were standing in.

Takeo cocked his fist back as his eyes looked at his now almost dead opponent dead in the eyes, with nothing but just rage in his eyes.

The man just smiled as if this was what he wanted to see.

Before his fist could land on the man's face once again.

He felt a pair of soft arms warped around him, what seemed to be crimson hair could be seen in his vision.

"Stop it Takeo-kun, this is not you, snap out of it" Rias' voice was heard pleading as she held her boyfriend's fist back.

She saw him lose himself, this was not the Takeo she knew.

The beast that had spent the last 30 or so seconds, brutally torturing a man, Takeo would have granted the man a swift death, he would not torture them, it just wasn't the kind of person he was.

Her words seem to have pierced through him as if she had managed to hit his core in her first attempt.

The primal rage that he was currently feeling was quenched as he felt her soft arm around his body.