《Life of the dark god》Chapter 3 Darkness
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I got pushed back the whole fight. I wasn’t able to attack them at all because if I attempted to attack one, the other one would attack me from my blind spot immediately. Their teamwork and usage of their skills was excellent.
Even with all of my mana, all of my strength, all of the things I have trained in before I was unable to do anything. I tried to defend myself by producing a barrier out of mana. But I only had enough time to make a weak and basic one so it shattered a few seconds after I created it. I wanted to attack but felt that one enemy was always behind me.
If this fight would progress like this I would definitely loose. I tried to think of something I could do. There was nothing. If I would try to escape they would find me immediately and the girl I tried to save would die. I had a lot of strength, speed, mana and spells but absolutely no idea how I could use them for a fight where I can’t even attack. I had the feeling of being weak and useless again.
But there was an even bigger problem now. It was that every time they attacked and it seemed to me like they would miss I get another wound on my body. I don’t know how they do it but I am unable to defend or dodge that attack. At least this attack only deals a little bit of damage. After some time I started feeling funny and less strength coming from my body. I had lost too much blood.
I knew this was bad. I needed to do something. I definitely underestimated my enemy. I regretted another mistake I did. But what could I do?
“Fuck!”(Me)
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I received another wound. I lost even more blood and could barely stand anymore.
As I got aware of the fact that I had no chance of winning against them as I am now, I let my guard down and the one with the sword stabbed his weapon right into my chest. He barely missed my heart so I was still alive.
Badump.
I suddenly felt something new.
Badump.
I thought it was what everyone called emotions and when I felt them the world seemed like it stopped at that moment.
Badump.
I felt:
Pride. I didn’t want to lose the first serious fight of my live. Wrath. I was angry at me for being so weak.
Badump. Badump.
Greed. I wanted their weapons for myself. Envy. Envious because they had so much experience in fighting which I didn’t have. Gluttony. I wanted to devour their mana and make it my own.
Badump. Badump. Badump.
Sloth. I stopped thinking because I lost too much blood to do so.
Lust. I wanted to feel the joy of killing them, of feeling their blood on me and not my own.
My heart beat faster and faster. My emotions overcame me in a single moment. Before I was aware of it my mind got transported into another space and left my body behind in the stopped world.
I looked around. I was located in a white space. I didn’t calm down yet. All I could see was one pitch black giant sphere in front of me.
When I tried to touch it, it suddenly tried to devour my mind. It tried to eat the body of my mind. It didn’t let me go. It would stick itself to my body and tried to cover it to absorb me.
This situation was similar from outside of my mind. It felt like I would lose again. I felt the same emotions as before, I felt that my heartbeat quickened even more.
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But this time I wouldn’t lose.
“If you try to devour me, I can do the same with you!”(Me)
As I said so I started absorbing the energy of the black sphere. As it would have felt danger it tried to get away from me but I wouldn’t let it. I would devour everything. I would win. I held it in one place and didn’t stop absorbing the energy.
The black sphere was only as little as my finger before I came back to my senses. As if it was frightened of a monster it tried to flee again but this time I only need to grab it with two fingers. I calmed down. I tried to remember what happened or what I did but I only had fragments of it.
When I focused on the surroundings I was in the white space from before. But I felt more power coming from within me. It felt like I could do everything. When I thought about it I knew it came from absorbing the black ball.
I focused like I would if I would train with mana and forced my mind back outside to the battlefield. When I returned the time flew and some seconds have passed since I lost control.
How did my situation look like? It changed drastically. Not only the fight.
The sun was shining until a few seconds ago. Now you couldn’t even see the sky because another black sky was there and covered it. When I looked down at the beastmen and the little girl they all looked at me the same way the black sphere did.
Frightened. Full of fear.
When I looked down my body I could see that I emanated an enormous amount of dark black mana. It was almost impossible to even see my body. You could say I looked like death itself from stories. Like a monster that you couldn’t beat. I have to say it didn’t felt that bad.
Another new feature I saw was that the dark mana was eating my wounds and even healing me. The process looked exactly the same as when the dark sphere in my mind tried to eat me. After a few seconds of silence all my wounds disappeared like they were never there.
I knew that I could just overpower them and they couldn’t do anything at all with all the new power. Basically, our roles got reversed. Now they were the side which couldn’t do anything. I was really happy about that.
Before I started to move and wanted to restart fighting, one of the beastmen shouted.
“Y...You who or what the fuck are you?!”(A)
I stopped and thought for a second. I came up with a really good idea. I made a big evil smile and said.
“Me? I am Darkness.”(Me)
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