A couple of days later, the young teen has heard news about a murder of multiple cultist and the only surviving victim said a mysterious person saved her. And the only thing she could make out of his face was that he had beautiful eyes, she wasn't sure of what color it was but it was most certainly beautiful
The teen walked down the street with his godmother next to him, humming a upbeat tune
The teen side-eyed her before asking
"What are you singing?"
His godmother raised an eyebrow before shrugging with a smile
"I heard this somewhere, it's apparently popular with you children" she hummed
The teen rolled his eyes before quickening his pace, forcing his godmother to walk faster to catch up
They walked for awhile before they reached a desolate area where most people avoid, mostly because nothing was there even though there was plenty of space to build
The teen's godmother walked away from the teen and caught a sword the teen threw at her. She weight the sword in her hand before swirling the sword around her hands
The teen got into a stance, complete focus in his sapphire eyes could be seen, his breathing became cold, full of the intent to win
His godmother got into a simple stance that wasn't good for defence nor offensive, it was pure adaptability
Both of them stayed silent, as the cold wind blowed past them. Until three teens rushed towards his godmother
His godmother smiled and proceeds to decapitate all of them....
Their bodies falling to the ground, lifeless, the head rolling on the ground. However, there was no blood
The figure of the teen appeared behind his godmother, prepared to stikre down on her head from behind, truly a dishonorable tactic
However, his godmother grinned and did a roundabout kick to kick the teen square in the stomach
He slid back a few feet, holding his stomach with a hand while holding a sword in his other hand
His godmother was worried that she might have kicked a bit too hard, but the teen shrugged the attack off with a small groan
The godmother smiled, her worries fading away
"A tough kid, I missed the days where you were a small innocent child" she didn't try to get into a stance since she was pretty confident that she was going to win
The teen expression didn't change, instead, he spoke almost roboticly
"I was an ignorant fool back then, I'm not going to be one anymore" he got ready into a stance
His godmother sighed before dashing forward with devastating speed. Her sword clashed against his, locking the swords together by their crossguard
"I think I mentioned 'ignorance is bliss' in one of our lessons" she frowned
The teen smiled faintly
"And you told me to watch the foot" when he said that, she looked down to see him stomp onto her foot
Using the small distraction, the teen moved the sword out of the way and bashed his godmother with his shoulder
His godmother stumbled back, and when she looked up, he already dashed forward to do a follow-up attack
She slashed sideways, intending to cut him in half, his body split as the torso passed right through her
When the fog of the illusions faded away, she saw her godson already holding a sword next to her neck
She grinned
"Impressive, but you forgot one small thing" she pointed down with her head
He looked down to see her sword tip at where his heart would have been
He sighed and took a few steps back
"Touché" he massaged the shoulder he bashed her with
They spared for several more hours before they went home, or more or less, his godmother hogging the bed for herself
The teen sat in his chair, meditating. He would have liked peace and quiet, but his godmother was currently snoring, and quite loudly at that
He meditated until he felt a new presence...
The presence was suffocating, disgusting, rotten, promising only despair
'Another ritual?' he sighed inwardly before standing up
He glanced at his godmother before pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. He put on his armor and bodysuit with ease, he then took his sword and jumped out of the window
He ran across rooftops, scaled skyscrapers, and ran along the edges of buildings to finally reach the source of the disgusting stench
The source of the stench was inside a pretty decently sized warehouse. The teen found a small window he could enter through and he did, walked along the edges of the roof support beams
He saw dozens of cultist, each of them chanting some weird phrases, which was weird, considering that rituals don't require words to summon them
A demonic circle was in the middle. Seven people were crying in unison, trying to beg for their lives
Strange, they were doing the ritual wrong, they were supposed to kill six of them and use their blood to draw the circle, and leave the last seventh one as a sacrifice for them
So far, the teen has already played a few dozens scenarios in his head, all leading to him killing most of them, but then dying in the swarm
'I could always just grab the victims and run...' he frowned at the thought
He would only stopping the problem now, but what would happen to future victims? The most logical solution is to prioritise the death of the cultist, and the victims would simply be collateral, a few losses for a greater good
Then he spot something in the corner of his eye. A few barrels with a fire symbol on it, and this type of fire symbol means it's more flammable than normal flammable items
The teen jumped down, alerting everyone at his appearance. They stared at each other before one of them ran to attack the teen
The victims couldn't see what was happening, all they could see was blood spewing everywhere, screams filled the walls of the warehouse
The teen seemed to be able to dodge every attack they threw at him, it was as if he was dancing through the rain, avoiding every drop
The teen jumped onto one of the cultist heads before jumping to another, slowly making his way to a specific part of the warehouse
The cultist however, was completely oblivious to the upcoming trap. The elusive teen weaved and dodged every attack they threw at him, mostly hitting their own
The teen dodged, and dodged until the cultist had enough, they were going to hold him down. One of them leaped and.....
Went right through him
All of them froze, quickly scanning the entire place, wary of what would happen. But when they looked where their sacrifices were, they were gone, replaced by the same teen that they were fighting earlier
The teen that was in the middle of the entire horde of cultists laughed, his laugh was sinister, menacing, demonic at worst. He spread open his arms and fell backwards to the ground, disappearing into fog
They turned back to the teen in the middle of the demonic circle. He made a gun hand sign and mouthed 'bang', then the tip of his index finger lit up and shot towards the. It vaporised any cultist in it's way, reaching the barrels, everything went up in flames
The teen ran out and locked the doors, not letting anyone out. After the blood-curling screams of the scum was over, the teen let go of the door. He turned around to see seven people staring at him
"What?"
All seven of them flinched before the oldest one of them said
"We want to thank you for saving us" He bowed, everyone else following his example
The elusive teen walked to them, and went straight passed them, saying two words
"Stay safe"
All of them turned to look at the figure slowly disappearing into the darkness, before the youngest one called out to him
"What's your name?" she yelled
The teen stopped moving, turning his head slightly to look at them, something about his gaze screamed malice, and yet, it also screamed warmth
He stayed silent, considering his words for a moment before saying
"The name's Akuma, it means Demon" with that, he disappeared into the darkness of night
All seven of them stayed silent before one of them said
"That's not his real name, right?" he suppressed a shiver going down his spine
All of them shook their heads before the oldest said
"If he chose such a nickname, then he doesn't want to be found, let's respect his decision"
Some of them nodded while some were hesitaten, but they eventually agreed on never talking about this day ever again
Somewhere on the rooftop....
A young woman with red hair and crimson eyes watched the whole massacre, start to end with a neutral expression
She then smiled and jumped off the rooftop to greet the victims
Somewhere in a room....
The teen, or Akuma, entered his room through a window, landing softly not to wake up his godmother
But she wasn't there, instead, someone knocked on the door. He slowly approached the door, he looked through the peephole and did not expect what he saw