|... Nothing to say, Knight?| Dauz muttered, carrying Knight's limp, powerless body through the air.
[...Mock me if that is your intent, Dauz.] Knight's voice was low, rasping, yet unbroken. [I can no longer tear your throat and appendages apart as I desire.]
|Alright, then I just want to say—|
[That you won? That you've bested me?] Knight scoffed. [Go ahead. Bask in your moment. You used my weakness against me, seized your opportunity, and struck me down. It is your right.]
|....| Dauz remained silent as he carried him.
|It took me a thousand years,| he admitted, his gaze shifting toward the endless sky as they passed through the clouds. |But I know I was a whoreson for how I treated you. And Evelyn.|
[Was?]
|....|
|I do regret it, Knight.|
[Do you?] Knight sneered. [Do you weep into Evelyn's bosom at night? Does she cradle your shame while you pretend to be whole? You poor thing... If I could, I'd pluck your eyes from your skull and chew them down my throat.]
|You've done that before. Aren't you tired of hating me?|
[NEVER.] The word came as a growl, raw and venomous. [NEVER.] He repeated, his voice like a storm. [You. Evelyn. Both of you. I thirst for the day I see your flesh torn apart.]
|Should've known talking to you was pointless.|
[And yet you keep trying.] A rasping chuckle followed. [Every time, knowing it's futile. A futile existence through and through.]
Dauz exhaled, steadying himself.
|Will you never see me in a different light?|
[I don't need to,] Knight spat. [That whore's aura wrapped around you already gives off light that—]
And then, his body ignited.
[GRRRRR...!!] A guttural snarl tore from Knight's throat as flames seared through his World Armor.
|You can insult me all you like,| Dauz warned, his voice low, measured.
|But keep your tongue in check when speaking of my Goddess.| His eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flickering within them.
[WHORE!! A WHORE OF A THOUSAND NIGHTS...!] Knight's voice boomed, his hatred undeterred. [A WHORE THAT DESERVES—]
Dauz seared him again. This time, the flames roared, the intensity a thousandfold.
And still—Knight spoke.
[THAT WHORE DESERVES TO BE IMPALED BY THOUSANDS OF RABID DOGS, COVERED IN SHIT—USED AND DEFILED UNTIL EVERY HOLE IN HER BODY IS BLOODIED AND TORN—!!]
|Shut... UP...!| Dauz's teeth clenched. The fire surged.
Knight's armor burned white-hot, a second sun blazing in the sky—but his voice never faltered.
[HAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS PAIN IS PROOF OF YOUR WRETCHEDNESS, DAUZ—PROOF OF YOUR EMPTY WORDS! AFTER EVERY HOLE IS BLOODY, A NEW ONE SHOULD BE CARVED INTO HER FLESH—A RUTTING SPACE FOR EVERY—]
Dauz's grip locked on his armor.
A moment away from ending him on the spot.
[Dauz. Stop.]
A voice, calm yet absolute.
|M-My Goddess, he—| Dauz's gaze snapped toward Varolia.
She floated before them, radiant, her wings spanning the heavens, far larger, brighter, more absolute than his own.
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
