Itogami Island.
After reaching an agreement with Vatler not to interfere in the matter of Garods, Akira left the harbor with Natsuki. He dropped her off at her home in a silence filled with a quiet mutual understanding. The dim lights of the streets reflected off his windshield, casting a blend of serenity and inner tension that never reached his calm features. Once he left her, he drove to his apartment in the residential district, under the shroud of night that seemed to suffocate the city with a heavy atmosphere.
The moment he parked his car in the underground garage of his apartment complex, he stepped out with calm, confident strides. The air was heavy, laced with the scent of rusted iron — but Akira's nose picked up something else… blood.
An old scent, yet fresh enough to stir his instincts. And with it came a faint, unmistakable sensation… killing intent. As if someone had been waiting in silence behind the shadows, accumulating hatred like fire-soaked stone. Yet, he showed no visible reaction. He continued walking with the same composed pace, as though he were strolling through a familiar hallway — not a dangerous place.
Step!
Step!
The echo of his fine leather shoes resonated through the silent garage, striking the concrete walls in waves that created an unsettling tension. Each step was deliberate, heavy with an unseen presence… one that could be felt, not seen. A cold, slicing aura that slowed the breath and froze the pulse.
Still, Akira's expression didn't change. His face remained blank, devoid of emotion, as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual.
He stopped in the middle of the garage, beneath a flickering fluorescent light that emitted a sickly white glow. His eyes were locked on a shadowy corner, hands resting in the pockets of his pristine black suit — not a speck of dust dared touch it.
"How about you come out now." – Akira said nonchalantly, eyes fixed on the dark corner, his posture relaxed.
A few moments of silence passed before a voice — flat, emotionless, and calculating — echoed back.
"I didn't expect to be discovered… by the food." – said the voice, and from the shadows emerged a muscular young man wearing a Demon Registration Bracelet. But his head was split, with an extra pair of eyes in the center and multiple blades formed from within the skull.
"A Parasyte took control of a Demon body," Akira muttered, calmly observing the grotesque creature with emotionless eyes.
The creature stood motionless, its deformed head pulsing with black, corrupted lines, and its metallic blades twitching like they were sniffing for prey. The four yellow, poison-tinged eyes in the middle of its forehead blinked unnaturally, as if scanning Akira's body for a weak spot.
"Strange…" – the Parasyte murmured with a note of genuine confusion – "You're clearly a Demon too… yet you're not wearing a registration bracelet."
It was clear the Parasyte didn't see Akira as a threat — not surprising, considering he wasn't inhabiting a normal human. No, the body he had taken over was that of a Beastman-type Demon, a race with naturally overwhelming physical abilities. With the Parasyte's enhancement abilities, it was virtually invincible.
That's why he looked at Akira, who radiated only a faint amount of magic energy, with disdain — merely seeking information before killing him.
The Parasyte sneered as he stepped forward, the sound of his movement mixed with the grinding screeches of his shifting blades.
"Fine… I'll make your death quick if you answer me honestly, bracelet-less one." – he said while raising one of his arms, which ended in a curved blade, dripping with a dark, viscous substance unlike blood.
But Akira didn't flinch.
To him, the Parasyte wasn't even worth the attention. Even if it possessed a Beastman's body, it had no chance.
"..."
He simply stared into the poisoned yellow eyes that gleamed from a twisted, deformed face — eyes filled only with corruption and menace. Not a single twitch, not a pulse out of rhythm, as if the creature before him were just a weightless shadow.
Then suddenly, while his hands remained in his pockets, the air beside him shimmered with a soft golden ripple — like a veil parting for a moment, revealing a hidden essence of death.
From that ripple, a golden spear emerged, cloaked in condensed aura so intense it nearly glowed. It shot forward at unimaginable speed — beyond the speed of sound by several magnitudes — tearing through the air like an unavoidable strike of fate.
BOOM!
A muffled blast ripped through the silence of the garage like a slap from another world. In a split second, the upper half of the Demon's body, controlled by the Parasyte, disintegrated. The deformed head, twitching blades, and yellow eyes that just moments ago were scanning Akira — all vanished in a fatal flash, never realizing what hit them.
The explosion of magical energy left behind a thick gray dust cloud, drifting through the garage like smoke from a sealed hell.
PNAG!
A faint thud followed as the lower half of the body collapsed to the concrete floor — lifeless, worthless. Blackened blood and scorched tissue splattered across the ground under the sick white light, completing a silent, absurd painting of horror.
And then… silence returned.
Akira didn't move. His expression hadn't changed. His hands never left his pockets.
His eyes remained fixed on the same corner from which the enemy had emerged, as if the creature's existence had only warranted a flicker — a flicker of an unseen spear, summoned without a word or a gesture, unleashed like a reflex honed by a body accustomed to delivering death.
The garage remained still… no sound but the dripping of the dark fluid — not quite blood — gathering slowly on the concrete floor, forming a small puddle that reflected a faint golden glow from the energy discharged moments before.
And through it all… Akira felt nothing.
"Huwaah~… I should shower and change." – Akira yawned as he walked calmly toward the elevator, ready to head out and deal with the Servant and Master he'd encountered earlier that day.
"What a careless Master." – came a voice after his departure. Nobunaga had appeared, wearing her military uniform, staring at the chaos Akira left behind with a helpless gaze.
"Agreed," – another voice echoed as Mordred emerged, leaning against one of the nearby pillars – "He loves causing destruction without caring about what follows."
She casually pointed at the lower half of the corpse, and a vivid red flame formed at her fingertip, quickly flying toward the remains and consuming them in silence.
Once the body was dealt with, both women shimmered into ethereal forms and vanished from the scene.
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