A Dance with Darkness and Light: Re-Origination

23: You're Mine...

"Nobody will hear of this!" Bazuul said before he vanished. The assassin that passed out before slowly regained his consciousness. The first thing he saw was one of his partners run away. Then a young man came into view right in front of his fleeing partner. This young man thrust out his sword, and a fist-sized hole appeared in his chest. The young man then proceeded to use the momentum from pushing the sword out of his partner's chest to turn three hundred and sixty degrees and hack off his head in one motion.

He just regained consciousness but failed to move his body even an inch. On his knees, he was frozen on the spot. Yet, even in his bewildered state, he could see the sword sucking all the blood - in the air, the body or the head - right toward it where it then vanished into the sword. The head landed somewhat near him, and a large part of the mask chipped off as it landed on the ground. He couldn't help but look at the head of his partner whose face was directed toward him, revealing a dried-up grimace of utter horror.

Before he could even process what had happened a pair of feet and the tip of the black blade appeared in his view. He looked up and saw the young man stood in front of him. There wasn't even as much as a droplet of blood on him. Only within his eyes could one find the thirst for more blood. Out of nowhere, his will to survive squeezed out a bit of courage and so did the intent to kill the other party. He attacked from the ground, the tip of his blade launched toward Bazuul's heart and pierced right into his chest.

A feeling of relief overcame him. Elated he broke out into a smile but even that stagnated as he could hear the crackling sound of glass breaking. The young man in front of him shattered he was made out of glass and vanished into nothing. Then a sharp pain came from his chest, he looked down and saw the black blade exude from where his heart should be.

"Is that all you got?" A young, but cold voice traveled into his ear.

Bazuul then poured his qi into the blade, and it began drinking all the blood in this assassin's body. A trait of the sword Bazuul himself also was previously unaware of. He was quite shocked as the blade did that with the first assassin, but he also found it somehow...attractive.

The three assassins that seemed so strong and confident before were now only dead, incomplete husks, lying on the ground.

Bazuul breathed out and tried to regain his calm composure and turned to face her. He couldn't believe that he would have the chance to finally meet her again after all these years, even more so in another world. The blonde beauty, on the other hand, couldn't hold it anymore, such a gruesome scene was too much for her young stomach. As such she couldn't help but throw up little bits of the previous meal and passed out.

At this, his expression that varied between happiness and melancholy changed. One of his brows arched up as he looked at this scene in disbelief but then couldn't help but break out into laughter. His heart and body felt light, and he could feel a sensation, a power rise within him.

He picked her up and vanished into the night. Back in his room at the Yamino Inn he laid her on his bed and put a glass of fresh-water to the side. Then he sat down outside his room, right in front of the door and meditated in order to enter his inner world.

Inside, he could see that, at the side opposite to the moon, there was a tiny golden dot. The sun inside him had started to form even though he had yet to unravel the mysteries within [Chapter 5: Myriad Suns] of the incomplete arcane codex he obtained from elder Fu. Ever since he saw her, he felt different, proud like a king he walked around his inner world. To him, there was nothing to doubt anymore. This energy that had been accumulating within him ever since he saw her, made him feel like that. He released the fifth chapter of the arcane codex from his storage ring, formed two fists and screamed into the sky to release all of his essence into it. He intended to force the mysteries out of the codex. Without any hesitation, full of confidence, he poured all this energy into the codex until it shattered. Golden glyphs remained in the air and shot into his forehead. Just like that, the mysteries within became his.

As he opened his eyes, a light chuckle escaped him. It actually worked. He sat down and rested so as to recuperate some energy. After about an hour he stood up and exclaimed, lifted his arms into the air and opened the two fists into palms. Slowly the sun grew and soon reached its full size. If others had seen this, they would think a monster was in front of them. He simply took what he needed, no need to dwell or to enlighten on the mysteries within the codex. He took them as if they were his. Most of all, he didn't care about anything anyone would think, to him it was his, so he took it.

When he left his inner world, he could feel his body refreshed and filled to the brim with energy. Apparently, he was already at the peak of the sixth stage true qi realm. He chuckled lightly, as he felt like cultivation came far too easy for him. As if he didn't belong in the equation that was needed to calculate the progress of cultivation. He stood up and realized that some sort of golden dust had formed on the surface of his body and clothes. He touched it and instinctively rubbed it with his finger. Out of the dust that was rubbed between his fingers a flame came into existence.

An "Oooh?" escaped his mouth and he extinguished the flame. That should be some kind of skill from the sun within him. That, he would definitely need to dwell on that later on.

His spirit sense then traveled into his room, and he saw that the blonde beauty had just woken up but hadn't touched the water he left her. He knocked on the door, waited for a bit and entered. He looked at her with a complicated and deep look in his eyes. Even though she was clothed completely, she still used the blanket of his bed to cover herself. A light and innocent chuckle escaped him as he saw this and greeted her. He asked her how she felt and if she was alright.

She felt confused but didn't say it. The beast that slaughtered these assassins looked similar to him, but yet, completely different. This one in front of her looked innocent, naive and, to be honest, a bit like a handsome little master. Also, he seemed still rather young, about three to four years younger than herself.

She let down her guard, then they conversed for a bit as she sat on the bed and Bazuul on the floor. So, it happened that she was the first princess of Lumin, Elanar. He also introduced himself as the fourth prince of Ralun. He wanted to form a bond with her before he made sure she had kept her memories from Earth. Until then he also wouldn't reveal his identity from back then, fearing she would think he was crazy or something like that.

Elanar examined the room and soon discovered the black blade that filled her heart with terrible fear last night. She couldn't help but shudder and asked shyly while stuttering, "T-this blade...it doesn't belong to you right? She felt that she seemed too weak with this question and regained her bearings as someone from the "older generation."

"My cute little brother Bazuul wouldn't have already killed at such a tender age, wouldn't he?" She asked again in a different tone and changed the way she phrased her sentence.

Bazuul then lifted himself up, stood in front of her and looked her deep in the eyes. "Of course, those three last night weren't the first, and they certainly won't be the last!"

She was quite shocked at this deep, fiery and slightly sad light in his eyes and froze for a second. Bazuul smiled lightly and reached out toward her with the palm of his hand. He put his hand on her right between her cheek and her neck. Because of this, she froze even more. Before she could react his face, got closer to her face, and he said almost whispering, "They wanted to hurt you or even worse, how could I let that happen again? You're mine, and no one has the right to touch or hurt you! NO ONE!!!"

She was unable to say anything as she crawled backward on the bed to gain some distance, her face flushed beet red.