He held his hand in front of him, his hair and the air started dancing around him.

"The difference between me and you. This darkness, you use it. I, Rule over it."

The darkness and shadows of the entire forest, was all molded into a dark ball that flew in Cayn's hand.

Shiro watching such a scene gasped, the entire forest turned pitch black. He couldn't see a thing from the skies. It was a like a black hole covering the entire of what used to be a forest.

The god of darkness and shadows, couldn't see what was beyond that darkness.

Shiro clenched his teeth, as amazing as Cayn was, there was no fluctuations of Cayn's energy, meaning Cayn was still just playing around with this level of power. This level of control was too far and leaps beyond Shiro's who is the god of the matter itself.

He chuckled, thinking about the gods of light and fire, they would all be swallowed, their lights would be no more in front of Cayn if even his own darkness was eaten.

"This much will do," said Cayn coldly.

Suddenly a dark figure appeared in front of Shiro.

As fast as Shiro could react he could only meet its shinning eyes, for his vision to suddenly disappear.

He could see nothing, nor could he feel a thing with his senses anymore, the abyss feeling came back to him.

Englobed in nothingness, a fine white line appeared in front of him, covering his entire screen of vision, as if the darkness was cut in two.

The white line suddenly roared, waking him up screaming.

He found himself in the ground, in the cave, finding Cayn smocking with his back turned against him a few meters away from him.

"That was close, I almost cut you."

Shiro's whole body shivered hearing such words. He looked down in embarassement.

Like always his entire body was healed after the spar, he survived once again. He obviously grew accustomed to how Cayn trained him, always adjusting his level to Shiro's while always bringing him at the brink of death made him so much stronger than when they first met.

It's like his entire being could focus better being so close to it, and training on that feeling between these monthly or yearly spars made his body and mind one, his focus unwavering, of course Cayn by now should always be out of the comparison.

Shiro, started reminiscing the fight, entering a deep state of focus, leaving the material realm into his unconsciousness, where he would find enlightement. Shiro seemed to have potential.

Cayn on the other hand, was still smocking while watching the moon, his bloodied eyes slowly got back to their original golden color, it seemed he didn't want Shiro to see that sight.

He suddenly disappeared with the wind.

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Cayn appeared on top of a mountain, watching the whole forest, who seemed normal, the monsters and beasts slept soundly, while the knights and merchants outside the forest continued on their journey as if such a scene never happened.

He kept smoking watching the stary sky.

He breathed a heavy sigh, as if he was irritated at himself, "The Emperor of slaughter, I guess I can't escape my name." He took a puff. "Still, that was fun." He thought as he smiled.

It seems, Cayn enjoys fighting, or, killing.

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The next morning.

Diana woke up to a sunny day. A maid knocked on the door, asking if she could come in to prepare her for breakfast.

She slowly stood up to open the door for the maids, who started preparing right away after bowing their heads to her.

She sat in front of the mirror after changing her clothes. They did her hair and a bit of make-up.

Diana was in her own world while watching her reflection in the mirror, she suddenly started remembering yesterday's events, remembering Cayn.

His voice, his words, especially when he said thank you for choosing me, she giggled as she thought, "stupid, I wouldn't be surprised if women threw themselves in the fire for you. Then again," she started smiling, a hot smile, "he is mine, I got all the time in the world to show him." Her eyes suddenly turned is if they were bewitching, that even the maids gasped as they felt hotness surging throught their bodies.

As she was still daydreaming about Cayn, the way he lived, the way he walked, the way he spoke, his coldness, his eyes, his lips, pressing on hers, his body, his ripped body, his hand, his fingers, wrapped around her neck.

Suddenly a maid coughed, Diana wasn't startled, but slowly got back to herself, with composure. She took a deep look at the shy maids, gave them a smile as she dismissed them after they finished.

She was left alone in the room, taking a look at her dress in the mirror, at her figure.

As soon as her eyes noticed her small waist, a big hand appeared, slowly gripping it with its long fingers. She raised her head in the mirror, Cayn's tall figure was standing behind her, his eyes closed. In his mouth the thread of her corset, slowly pulling it as he opened his beast like teeth, his beast like eyes that looked hungry, staring at her madly. His grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer roughly, making her lean her back on his chest. His other hand slowly wrapping around her neck before roughly choking her.

"n..." was the only sound she could make as he raised her head with his hand, making her look at him through the mirror as he got closer to her, taking a deep breath smelling her hair, as if he was mesmerized by her scent. Diana's eyes closed, her whole body followed his breath like he took her soul.

His hand on her neck turned her head the other way, exposing her neck to him. She could feel his heavy breath, his lips gently placed on her soft skin.

"Hmm, fuck..." her breathless voice was filled with desire for this man, before she finally snapped back. Opening her eyes to find herself alone in the room, the emotion of shyness and embarassement seemed to have disappeared from her character.

She stared at herself in the mirror, giving herself a cold smile before walking out her room.