In a wide area that seemed to be a front garden, there were people collected around the central elevated platform. The people wore red and white robes, each of them holding a long spear in their hands.
At the elevated platform, there were two people, dressed in a rather colorful attire. Due to the nature of their attire, they were easy to spot and were supposed to gather a lot of attention, but rather than focusing on them, all the people were looking at the gate of that wide garden where a man dressed in black was standing.
Hair donned in white like the clouds in the sky, and eyes deep as the thick blood red, he looked at the couple with intense hate as he gripped the two katanas tightly. Wearing a black dress, contrasting to the white that everyone was wearing, showed his standing among the people there.
Taking the first step towards the elevated platform, he looked at the 100s of men standing in between. His vigor increased as he looked at pointed spears in his direction.
A dash and three slashes. That was enough for him to slice through a dozen men, before he prepared for another step.
But a spear pierced a portion of his hand, making him barely lose the grip of the sword. Though tightening it even more, he glared at the man who just attacked him.
And then with a semi circular slash, he killed a few more there.
As time passed, blood from his enemies started coloring his white hair red, and soaking the black kimono he was wearing, he started looking more and more like the devil he was called out to be.
The men jumped at him, fearlessly as they aimed at the life of the man in black, now red. Even though dozens were dying in front of them, the lack of fear was easy to observe in their eyes. All they cared about was to get at least a hit on the man in front of them.
The fight continued as dozens died, and then died a dozen more. It was meaningless, yet there was some meaning to it. Odd enough, nobody cared about anything more than what was in front of them.
Was it because they were mad? To not concern their lives, to be ready to die without even a single hesitation on their faces? No. It wasn't anything like that. It was simply… that is how they had lived their lives. To die for the person whom they work for. If they failed to comply with the orders given by the higher ups.
What awaited them was something far worse than death. Even one can say that dying here was liberation. Because of the man standing at the high elevation, the guy dresses in red, blue and purple. He held more than just authority on the lives of those below.
With his Gift that allowed him to take control over everything around him, and take control over anybody around him, he soon declared himself as the king. The one above all. The strongest despite little power on his own.
The girl with him was the girl that the man in black loved, a typical love story. A strange love story. The girl looked emotionlessly at her past lover. Was she mind controlled? At least that's what the man in black was thinking.
Often I wonder what is love? Often I question, what is love? Though whatever it may be… it certainly wasn't what the girl held for the boy in black, and neither what the boy in white held for that girl.
A dozen slashes more, and a dozen fell down. The boy reached the elevated platform. Killing the men one by one, he took a step at the stair, killing the men one by one, he took another.
And at the end when there were none, he stood alone, bathed in the blood red.
Observing the man who could control everything, he closed his eyes preparing for a blind fight. It wasn't a handicap but the only way to fight against him. One look and everything was lost. One look and all will become meaningless.
Ran the black man towards his lover, hoping to harm and not kill. And ran the woman towards her ex lover, hoping to kill and not harm. A tragedy, one may say.
In the end, the only one who will smile will be the villain.
Not the villain in the white.
[ [???] has bestowed you with the skill [Blood Control(A)!]
But the Villain that I am going to create.
[Skill: Blood Control
Effects: Allows the user to use Blood as a medium!
-The user's blood sense will be enhanced to its peak, allowing him to 'see' everything around him just by locating the blood in the area!
-The user can create a weapon of blood, coat his own weapons in blood and enhance the power of the weapon!
-The user's ability to control his own blood increases by 500%!
-The user can use the enemies' blood to heal his own body!
-Allows the user to take the enemies blood and temporarily increase his stats!]
The girl attacked the vitals of the man, but failed as the attack got easily parried. Pushing the girl away, the man in black began to sense all the blood around him. Even though his eyes were closed, he could see everything around him.
And the message that I sent him, made him confused, wondering what I want in return, he wanted to pose a question. Alas the situation in front of him, urged him to focus only on what was in front.
Continuing his fight, he decided to delay the questions to later. For what was in front of him was of utmost importance.
And this small time frame was enough for me to type something that would make him mine…
With a smile on my face, I sent another message to him.
[Two sentences, Kite. Your girlfriend isn't being mind controlled. And your sister can be cured.]