Fan Fiction ❯ Trancending Death ❯ The Devil Armor Out of Control ( Chapter 83 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Soulless Wanderer 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 110 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 110 | Status: Completed
"Guess again!" Alex roared. Suddenly, the tentacles around his chest launched themselves at Scion's arms. Scion screamed in pain as they tore through his flesh and stabbed through his bones. Scion tried to push himself off of Alex, but the moment he did his screams turned into blood curling sounds of horror. Scion staggered away from Alex, blood spraying from his shoulders where his arms should have been. The tentacles that had erupted from Alex's chest, were still holding fast onto Scion's limbs. The tentacles retreated back into Alex, dropping Scion's limbs to the ground as Alex flipped back onto his feet. Before Scion could recover from his shock of what had just happened, Alex began to tear into his skin with his claws. He made sure not to give Scion a chance to concentrate on regenerating his limbs. He was counting on the fact that Scion wouldn't have any idea how to use the crystals. Alex mercilessly clawed his way through Scion, pushing him farther back toward a wall. Alex finally slammed his fist into Scion's chest, sending Scion flying into the wall. Alex lunged at Scion, giving him only a second to breath, but even that was too much.
As Alex's claws came crashing down on Scion, he looked up with an evil smirk. Alex wasn't able to stop in time before his claws hit him. His claws tore through what should have been flesh, only to hit nothing but air. All he had hit was an after image, but the moment he did, the after image exploded in a bright flash of light. The flames licked at Alex's skin, threatening to burn his skin even with the Devil Armor protecting him. Once the flames subsided, Alex quickly turned around to face the sound of laughter that came from behind him.
Scion was standing on top of a fallen tower. His skin was as black as the night sky, only his glowing red eyes were visible. Alex watched as Scion's arms began to grow back. This time, instead of normal human hands, or the hands with blades that he had used later, now his hands mimicked Alex's own clawed ones. Scion smiled evilly as his body began to convulse. He grabbed onto his chest, and with a roar of either pain or victory, two large black bat wings erupted from his back. He glared at Alex, his fangs shining in the darkness. "What power you have given me. This is far beyond my wildest dreams! I now have more than enough power to kill you!"
So this is the result of the crystals. His body wasn't made to support them, and because of that both his body and mind have become unstable. So much that he is even able to alter his physical body. He's changing his shape so that he can beat me. This is going to be bad. The longer we fight, the better he'll be able to adapt to it, and the better chance he'll have of defeating me. I've got to pull out all the stops to ensure that he won't do that!
When Alex looked back up at Scion, Scion was already descending toward him. Scion's claws rammed into Alex's chest, sending Alex flying backwards. Alex flipped back to his feet and began madly lashing out at Scion. Neither magic or skill was used as the two fighters lashed out an one another with nothing but primal instinct and fury. What they lacked in skill and finesse they made up for in brute power and blinding speed. Their claws raked across each other's bodies, tearing chunks of flesh from the other. Their wounds healed almost instantly, and neither one seemed to gain any advantage. They fought evenly, exchanging blow for blow until their movements were nothing more than a blur of motion. Blood dripped off of their bodies from unseen wounds. Their breathing became labored, and soon all that mattered to either one of them was the need to kill the other. For Alex, this was proving more and more true as the battle raged on. He soon felt this overwhelming bloodlust, that he barely managed to contain.
No matter how hard he tried to contain this growing sense of rage and bloodlust, that tormented him, he couldn't stop the overwhelming need to tear something limb from limb. This need began to consume him little by little, until his blows upon Scion became nothing more than a never ending torrent of slashes. Alex's need for blood was beginning to consume his rational thinking. He believed that Scion too was too lost up in this fight, and to far gone into the madness induced by the crystal's power, to be thinking clearly. Unfortunately for Alex, he realized all to late, that Scion was not nearly as possessed s Alex now was. For even though the crystals were steadily making him crazy, he was not consumed by the same never ending bloodlust that Alex now wanted to quench with blood. Right now, Scion realized, it mattered little just whose blood it was.
As fate would have it, or maybe by Scion's own cunning, wraiths had pushed some of Alex's troops closer to where their battle now waged. Alex barely registered their presence. He could have cared less who they were, or for what reason they were there. All Alex knew as that Scion suddenly quit fighting him. Alex's claws stabbed into Scion's chest, but the moment he did, Scion grabbed hold of Alex's arms to where Alex couldn't move his arms again. "I'm afraid that now I must say goodbye. We are too equally matched while you are being consumed by the Devil Armor."
"Don't you think about it!" Alex roared. He jumped into the air, and with his hands still imbedded in Scion's chest, he flipped over him. Alex placed his feet firmly on Scion's back and launched himself off of him. Scion was forced to let go of Alex's, as Alex's hands began to rip through his chest. As Alex flipped off of Scion's back, he twisted his body and slammed his fists into Scion's back. Digging his claws into Scion's back, Alex managed to throw Scion away from him.
Scion flew through the air, letting his wings unfold and carry him into the air and farther into the air. Alex cursed as Scion hovered just out of his reach. "Come back here you bastard!"
"Heh, sorry, but playtime is over. I'll let your friend here keep you company while I prepare my next move," Scion said with a shrug of his shoulders. He then vanished from sight.
Alex tried to move and see where he went, but instead his eyes remained focus on the warm blooded warriors in front of him. He could almost feel their flesh being torn to shred by his Devil Armor. He could already taste their warm blood in his mouth. No, what am I thinking? I can't attack them. They are my own men! What's this feeling? I've got to attack Scion! He's the real enemy here. It hurts, God, it hurts! I've got to fight, I've got to tear something to shreds! But that something needs to be Scion. I can't attack my own men.
Even as Alex thought this, and he tried to move, his body wouldn't allow him too. What's going on? I've got to go after Scion. So why in the Hell isn't my body responding to what I want it to do?
Before Alex was able to come up with an answer, his body gave him a rather painful show of why his body wasn't responding to him like it should. The tendrils that had swarmed all over his body, dug themselves deep into his skin. Searing pain coursed through Alex's body as the tendrils took control of his muscles, and in essence, took control of his body as well. Alex's brain felt as if it was on fire. He tired to grab hold of his head and make the pain go away, but he couldn't even move his arms to do that. Alex wanted to scream out in pain as he felt the tendrils stab themselves into his back and sew themselves into his spinal chord. But as much as the pain felt like it was going to kill him, the last thing that happened was finally his undoing. Even though Alex couldn't move, he could feel the tendrils slowly begin to tighten their grip on his head.
Even as this was happening, Alex was aware of the fact that the wraiths were slowly pushing the demons closer and closer to him. The wraith's blows were not ones that were meant to kill, they were simply ones that were meant to herd their opponents into the direction they wanted them to go. Alex wanted to scream. He wanted to shout at the top of his lungs for them to get away from him. He wanted to do so much, to warn the men to stay away. He counted a total of fifteen demons being shoved toward him. They were different species. Some were rhinos, some were fox, some were even wolves. One, one demon in particular was a lion demon. Unlike the white lion that had served as Zanatos's general, this one had a long golden mane. As they neared it, it was then that Alex knew, despite what he tried to tell himself he knew. He knew that he would be the death of these men.
Alex wanted to warn them. He wanted to scream at them, but when he finally was able to scream, it was anything but a warning. The tendrils stabbed their way through Alex's skull and into the very recesses of his brain. He could feel the tentacles probing around his brain. Just as he could feel the burning desire of bloodlust begin to fill his entire body. The pain only lasted a second, but to Alex it seemed to last a lifetime. When the pain finally began to cease, Alex felt a cool wave of relief wash over him, only to be replaced with an overwhelming bloodlust. When Alex was finally able to move, finally able to think, finally able to breath, he yelled. His yell was not a cry for help, or a plea for them to flee. His cry as one of pain and agony, mixed with longing and need. Even his cry soon fell prey to his bloodlust as his cry became an ear shattering roar. As if on cue, the wraiths suddenly disappeared, leaving the bespectacled demons to face their leader, or rather, their death dealer.
As Alex's claws came crashing down on Scion, he looked up with an evil smirk. Alex wasn't able to stop in time before his claws hit him. His claws tore through what should have been flesh, only to hit nothing but air. All he had hit was an after image, but the moment he did, the after image exploded in a bright flash of light. The flames licked at Alex's skin, threatening to burn his skin even with the Devil Armor protecting him. Once the flames subsided, Alex quickly turned around to face the sound of laughter that came from behind him.
Scion was standing on top of a fallen tower. His skin was as black as the night sky, only his glowing red eyes were visible. Alex watched as Scion's arms began to grow back. This time, instead of normal human hands, or the hands with blades that he had used later, now his hands mimicked Alex's own clawed ones. Scion smiled evilly as his body began to convulse. He grabbed onto his chest, and with a roar of either pain or victory, two large black bat wings erupted from his back. He glared at Alex, his fangs shining in the darkness. "What power you have given me. This is far beyond my wildest dreams! I now have more than enough power to kill you!"
So this is the result of the crystals. His body wasn't made to support them, and because of that both his body and mind have become unstable. So much that he is even able to alter his physical body. He's changing his shape so that he can beat me. This is going to be bad. The longer we fight, the better he'll be able to adapt to it, and the better chance he'll have of defeating me. I've got to pull out all the stops to ensure that he won't do that!
When Alex looked back up at Scion, Scion was already descending toward him. Scion's claws rammed into Alex's chest, sending Alex flying backwards. Alex flipped back to his feet and began madly lashing out at Scion. Neither magic or skill was used as the two fighters lashed out an one another with nothing but primal instinct and fury. What they lacked in skill and finesse they made up for in brute power and blinding speed. Their claws raked across each other's bodies, tearing chunks of flesh from the other. Their wounds healed almost instantly, and neither one seemed to gain any advantage. They fought evenly, exchanging blow for blow until their movements were nothing more than a blur of motion. Blood dripped off of their bodies from unseen wounds. Their breathing became labored, and soon all that mattered to either one of them was the need to kill the other. For Alex, this was proving more and more true as the battle raged on. He soon felt this overwhelming bloodlust, that he barely managed to contain.
No matter how hard he tried to contain this growing sense of rage and bloodlust, that tormented him, he couldn't stop the overwhelming need to tear something limb from limb. This need began to consume him little by little, until his blows upon Scion became nothing more than a never ending torrent of slashes. Alex's need for blood was beginning to consume his rational thinking. He believed that Scion too was too lost up in this fight, and to far gone into the madness induced by the crystal's power, to be thinking clearly. Unfortunately for Alex, he realized all to late, that Scion was not nearly as possessed s Alex now was. For even though the crystals were steadily making him crazy, he was not consumed by the same never ending bloodlust that Alex now wanted to quench with blood. Right now, Scion realized, it mattered little just whose blood it was.
As fate would have it, or maybe by Scion's own cunning, wraiths had pushed some of Alex's troops closer to where their battle now waged. Alex barely registered their presence. He could have cared less who they were, or for what reason they were there. All Alex knew as that Scion suddenly quit fighting him. Alex's claws stabbed into Scion's chest, but the moment he did, Scion grabbed hold of Alex's arms to where Alex couldn't move his arms again. "I'm afraid that now I must say goodbye. We are too equally matched while you are being consumed by the Devil Armor."
"Don't you think about it!" Alex roared. He jumped into the air, and with his hands still imbedded in Scion's chest, he flipped over him. Alex placed his feet firmly on Scion's back and launched himself off of him. Scion was forced to let go of Alex's, as Alex's hands began to rip through his chest. As Alex flipped off of Scion's back, he twisted his body and slammed his fists into Scion's back. Digging his claws into Scion's back, Alex managed to throw Scion away from him.
Scion flew through the air, letting his wings unfold and carry him into the air and farther into the air. Alex cursed as Scion hovered just out of his reach. "Come back here you bastard!"
"Heh, sorry, but playtime is over. I'll let your friend here keep you company while I prepare my next move," Scion said with a shrug of his shoulders. He then vanished from sight.
Alex tried to move and see where he went, but instead his eyes remained focus on the warm blooded warriors in front of him. He could almost feel their flesh being torn to shred by his Devil Armor. He could already taste their warm blood in his mouth. No, what am I thinking? I can't attack them. They are my own men! What's this feeling? I've got to attack Scion! He's the real enemy here. It hurts, God, it hurts! I've got to fight, I've got to tear something to shreds! But that something needs to be Scion. I can't attack my own men.
Even as Alex thought this, and he tried to move, his body wouldn't allow him too. What's going on? I've got to go after Scion. So why in the Hell isn't my body responding to what I want it to do?
Before Alex was able to come up with an answer, his body gave him a rather painful show of why his body wasn't responding to him like it should. The tendrils that had swarmed all over his body, dug themselves deep into his skin. Searing pain coursed through Alex's body as the tendrils took control of his muscles, and in essence, took control of his body as well. Alex's brain felt as if it was on fire. He tired to grab hold of his head and make the pain go away, but he couldn't even move his arms to do that. Alex wanted to scream out in pain as he felt the tendrils stab themselves into his back and sew themselves into his spinal chord. But as much as the pain felt like it was going to kill him, the last thing that happened was finally his undoing. Even though Alex couldn't move, he could feel the tendrils slowly begin to tighten their grip on his head.
Even as this was happening, Alex was aware of the fact that the wraiths were slowly pushing the demons closer and closer to him. The wraith's blows were not ones that were meant to kill, they were simply ones that were meant to herd their opponents into the direction they wanted them to go. Alex wanted to scream. He wanted to shout at the top of his lungs for them to get away from him. He wanted to do so much, to warn the men to stay away. He counted a total of fifteen demons being shoved toward him. They were different species. Some were rhinos, some were fox, some were even wolves. One, one demon in particular was a lion demon. Unlike the white lion that had served as Zanatos's general, this one had a long golden mane. As they neared it, it was then that Alex knew, despite what he tried to tell himself he knew. He knew that he would be the death of these men.
Alex wanted to warn them. He wanted to scream at them, but when he finally was able to scream, it was anything but a warning. The tendrils stabbed their way through Alex's skull and into the very recesses of his brain. He could feel the tentacles probing around his brain. Just as he could feel the burning desire of bloodlust begin to fill his entire body. The pain only lasted a second, but to Alex it seemed to last a lifetime. When the pain finally began to cease, Alex felt a cool wave of relief wash over him, only to be replaced with an overwhelming bloodlust. When Alex was finally able to move, finally able to think, finally able to breath, he yelled. His yell was not a cry for help, or a plea for them to flee. His cry as one of pain and agony, mixed with longing and need. Even his cry soon fell prey to his bloodlust as his cry became an ear shattering roar. As if on cue, the wraiths suddenly disappeared, leaving the bespectacled demons to face their leader, or rather, their death dealer.