"Now it's your turn, Fallen."
Fallen blinked. "...Huh?"
Before he could process anything, a horde of demons came crashing down from the walls.
Claws slashed. Teeth tore. Flesh ripped.
Fallen screamed—loud at first, but his voice began to fade.
The pain, the fear… it dragged him under.
"Ha! Kid of No.1? You're pathetic," the unknown man laughed, spitting on the ground.
Fallen collapsed to his knees, skin torn, eyes hollow.
And then—something snapped.
A pulse of rage surged through him. His wounds sizzled. His body... regenerated.
He stood. Slowly. Breathing heavily.
"HAHAHAHAHA! DEMONS!" he shouted, his voice unhinged.
"I'LL KILL YOU ALL! BLOOD—GIVE ME BLOOD!"
His eyes glowed. His muscles flexed with brute force.
In seconds, he tore through the demons—ripping them apart, smashing skulls, howling like a beast.
The unknown man watched, fascinated. "Interesting…" he muttered.
"Regeneration from angels… rage from demons…"
He shouted, laughing wildly. "HAHAHA! You're a mutant! The true kid of No.1! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!"
"Look at yourself!" he cackled. "You're covered in blood! EVERYTHING IS RED! BRIGHT RED!"
Fallen stood in the center of the carnage, breathing hard, blood dripping from his hands.
What is this...? I can't feel anything(PAIN)... Am I dead...? Then why... why does it feel so good?
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To be continued.