Luckily, with a head clearer than ever, Lutiel’s eyes quickly focused while getting up from the hard floor. Although he had become quite dirty, both on face and clothes, the latter didn’t succumb to much destruction.
Apace, he caught the surface below with his browned gloves, pushing himself off of it. With a faltered breath, his shoes had already found their footing across the space, the man looking behind at the opening with keen eyes.
From beneath the shadowy air, two figures unveiled themselves, walking through the entry of the alley. Passing along unbeknownst, the demons on the street kept on walking, not even talking a glance at what was happening.
‘Are they pretending not to see it?’ Lutiel thoughts flew through the space, but they were briskly occupied by a somewhat new, yet familiar sensation.
Deep inside his chest, the heart fluttered abuzz as he witnessed the duo of demons before him. Stood on the damp bricks, they stopped walking just a few steps away.
All gathered equaled roughly the same stature, the demons ever so slightly taller, but not because of any horns. Free of them, only basic, vibrant hairs protected their heads from the shivering winds.
In front of the other demon, the one with a mossy head broadened a grin while revealing his crooked, uncared for teeth.
“You must be Zyponia’s little boy, eh?” He asked, scratching his mellowy bearded chin with the claws he had for fingers.
Lutiel’s limbs moved slightly at his words, especially after hearing his own tongue from the get go. Not opening his lips for the vaguest of breaths, he stared at the two demons whilst his head cluttered for answers.
From a quick glance before, the way behind him was closed off by a spiked fence. There were no doors in the pokey passage, leaving the only escape behind the demons. Yet, wouldn’t he get caught by the ones on the street if he ran away from these two?
‘What do I do?’ the words soaked inside his mind, flaring with each passing moment until a thought slipped inside inadvertently. ‘Should I just kill them? … What?!’
Screaming internally at his own figaments, his eyebrows suddenly clenched at the men dressed in leather armor, omitting the traditions set by others of their kind completely.
“Save your energy, screaming won’t help you regardless, okay?” The second demon voiced out, moving to the side before stopping as well. With a face and hairs practically the same as the on to his right, only a few, wimpy details differentiated them.
“So, how about you give us that coin you possess?” The other followed briskly in his question, giving Lutiel a knowing look.
Nonetheless, he remained quiet like before, a question continuing to linger in his mind. He pondered on the second one’s words carefully, quickly realizing the issue at hand.
‘Have they thrown me into a magical alley?’ Musing over the idea, he didn’t find it very unlikely, especially since none of the demons ever glanced inside the alley. ‘Is it concealed to the demonic eye? Am I able to see it because I can’t use magic?’
However, he couldn’t be kept in the state for long, the same demon breaking his smile slightly.
“Are you deaf?” He asked with a threatening tone. “Give us Zyponia’s coin.”
Staring at them with a straight face, Lutiel promptly moved his left arm. Going down to the pocket, he could practically see their smiles widen even further.
Though as he brought out the large coin with a sword and a staff crossing through themselves, he didn’t move a hair’s breadth, much to the souring of the twins’ faces.
“Are you talking about this?” Lutiel asked with a blank look, making the first demon nod his head.
“Yes, we won’t have to cripple you if you toss it right away, so don''t be stupid.”
Glancing between the dour faces and the glistening coin, although there were two of them, Lutiel didn’t fret. His heart quickly calmed down, even if his head was about to explode from the grinding it experienced.
“Why would you want it? It’s just a silver coin with some crest on it,” he asked, making them stagger back for a breath before frowns developed.
“That’s not for you to know. Hand over the coin if you don’t want to die,” the demon said while clenching his jaw. Looking at the white-haired man with solemn eyes, the one they were targeting didn’t budge at all, except for a faint shake of his head.
“No,” he said with a curt tongue before tossing the coin back inside his pocket. “I’m not allowed to lose it.”
Lowering his chin slightly, the demon inhaled harshly before tightening his claws into a fist. “Then, don’t cry too much.”
All of a sudden, the demon’s feet moved from the bricks, running towards the man a few steps away with his arm ready to be thrown. Leaving his brother behind, the other simply observed the fight that was about to play out.
Meanwhile, Lutiel stared at the man coming to him with a blank face. They were just a couple moves from each other, and the time needed for the punch to be delivered didn’t amount to much.
Still, looking at the slow movements being played out, he couldn’t help but instinctively move his legs.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.
A flash passed the green-haired demon, his eyes changing rapidly as he felt a change of surroundings, as well as a stinging sensation.
The man’s foot moved through the alley, dragging the body before it crashed into the building on his left.
With a horrified expression hidden immediately as it was shown, the standby assailant flinched while hearing the thud of his twin’s body plopping down. Without a second wasted, he ran over to check for him, who was hurled with great force.
Nonetheless, curled up, the demon robber kneeled on the ground, stretching out his arm to stop any help from ever reaching him. Slowly getting up under the glares on both sides, the man gnashed his teeth while looking up.
“I will break his arms as well,” he said to his brother, receiving a brisk nod in response. Caressing his cheek for a few moments, the brows furrowed while looking ahead of him.
A slave butler stood with a calm face, as though their assault was nothing in his eyes. Under a glare that seemed to calculate everything, the demon grit his teeth to wash over the sensation.
“Chera intimau,” he snorted silently, muttering under his breath before running forward with even more explosiveness than before.
Although they stood closer than before, just one strong step was enough for him to arrive next to Lutiel. Bereft of harsher options, he kicked towards the buttoned stomach, only to be met with a wall of arms protecting.
Slightly, the man slid on the ground before catching hold of himself, his purple eyes persistently kept on the enemy.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t have kicked for the second time. Even if they seemed to be novices in combat, Lutiel’s mind saw his foot getting trapped by his left arm.
Before he knew it, the demon’s hand was already moving towards his face. However, he stepped back easily before a soft waft reached his cheeks, quickly replying with his own attack.
At least he meant to. As he flowed deftly beside the stretched out arm, something flashed in the corner of his eyes, a second frame identical to the first demon.
Another punch was coming, imminent at a quick glance. Once again bringing up his arms, Lutiel promptly felt his back graze against the wall behind him, the punch holding him still for a brief moment.
However, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. With their arms twined together, he thrust the man away before swiftly running back to the previous spot.
“What, are you getting scared?” The twin in the center asked, a rank smile creasing on him. His brother shared the jeers, equally as rotten teeth revealing themselves.
“Let’s get this over with,” he added before charging at the unsuspecting face of the human.
The brother followed immediately, both of them throwing themselves at Zyponia’s slave.
Cutting through the air, their arms were only a hand’s reach away from his body, however, he nimbly adjusted before dodging.
Yet, it was all in vain, it seemed. Just as he evaded the closest fist, the other quickly altered its course, stopping him from going anywhere.
In less than a blink of an eye, he felt his shoulders being tugged, his body thrown at the floor. With the back battering against the tough bricks, his face clinched itself powerlessly.
Getting his arms to the ground, he started to move away before any of them could get to him. But it didn’t last long.
Unable to block, Lutiel saw tightened knuckles right in front of his eyes, a sharp sensation following as his head cocked back to the ground.
The dark buildings above glistened in a twisted manner while the gray clouds practically shone in contrast to them.
His chin jolted along with the beaming pain spreading around his jaw. Still, under the tumultuous sight in front of him, he needed to get back up.
Trembling throughout, his ears kept ringing, deriding laughter intertwining through the forest of hum around. Standing beside, he saw their faces filled with sneering smiles, waving eerily under his hazy vision.
Kneeling down closer to him, one of the brothers pulled his right arm back before the smile disappeared, replaced with a focused glare.
“You should have just given us the damn coin,” he said as the fist went straight at the man’s face.
Yet, out of nowhere, the demon’s brows furrowed in pain and perplexity, feeling a hard surface lacerate through his hand.
And, before he could grimace, the mien around his face changed forcibly when a tightened, rough fist rummaged through it. Moving rapidly under the stress of the punch, his body was sent flying backwards, instantly hitting the building’s wall on the side while the other twin witnessed everything in shock.
“Pird’o!” He shouted with eyes contorting in anger, immediately going after the human rising himself once again. His leg traveled through the alley rapidly, momentarily appearing near Lutiel’s head.
Then, it suddenly stopped, confusion and rage seeping through his expression before the man he attacked raised his head, having caught the leg with his left arm.
A harsh breath escaped the demon, pulling with his leg with all the might he possessed, but the human did not move in the slightest. Instead, he was the one to pull him, their face and fist meeting together.
Just like he did before, the twin followed in the fate of his brother, the only difference being he hit the other wall instead.
Groans and huffing filled the alley as the twins lay on the cold ground. Their faces seemed detached from reality, as if staring into something far beyond. Not even a full minute had passed, yet their situations had reversed all the way.
Standing next to the sprawled out legs, Lutiel stared at the faces with a cold, composed look, wondering to himself.
‘They could get back to themselves any moment,’ he thought before coming closer to the right twin, grabbing him by the neck and tightening his grasp, though not to the point of breaking it.
With immediate reaction, the demon started to shake, trying to oppose him. Though, without losing his grasp, Lutiel continued to strangle him out of consciousness.
Wriggling in his control, the demon caught his forearm tightly, digging into it with his claws, but it was all for nothing.
His eyes starting to roll back while the clenched jaw loosened, Lutiel didn’t wane beneath the reactions, however, his eyes widened, feeling the air intensify from below.
‘What’s happening?’ He asked himself as the hairs on his nape raised themselves. A dangerous feeling lingered in the air, escalating as he dropped the twin.
Coughing tremendously at the release of pressure, the twin whose vision had come back, stared at the man trying to back away from the place.
But, it was all for naught. In the very last moment, he brought out his forearms next to his chest before an imprint appeared around them, in the shape of a sphere.
Lutiel’s teeth gnashed as he clenched his jaw, opposing whatever it was, yet, as he heard and felt a loud crack around his arms, the sphere drilled deeper, tossing him through the alley like some lifeless doll.