Chapter 13: Prisoner
"This can't be happening!" S'ym screamed as he watched a man, considered to be nothing but trash in his eyes, charge a ferocious attack that threatened to lethally harm him.
With arms spread apart and his mouth wide open, Galahad floated in the air, the energy of his sphere finally reached its maximum. He had nothing to wait for, so he released it, bringing along a wave of destruction!
"For a such a creature…to make me take on my true form…DAMN IT! AAAHH!" The demon seemed to have a hidden ace, up his sleeve. His very own demonic transformation.
Following his angry shout, devilish crimson energy spread around his body, nurturing it and giving it a new form. His physique enlarge twofold, long spikes coming out of his back, followed by his elbows and finally came an elongation of his mouth, the teeth no longer hidden but protruding.
Of course along with his transformation came and the increase in strength. Extending just one arm, S'ym took on the incoming Mouth Cannon of Galahad, who continuously fueled his wrathful attack. The enormous beam landed on his extended palm and stopped its advance, but it didn't dissipate.
Seeing his attack being blocked with such ease, Galahad was further enraged, pouring even more energy into his attack.
The demon's feet started sliding on the ground, even in his transformed state, taking on such an attack with a single hand was too much for him. Using both hands, he redirected the energy beam, that spread the ground apart in its wake.
Their gazes locked, one had his menacing white eyes, while the other a pair of wicked crimson ones. The standstill lasted for a moment, before they both rushed at each other, with incredible speed.
Colliding, their arms interlocked and struggled against each other. Grunting and breathing heavily, Galahad released a beastly roar flaring up his emerald-green aura, from which point on he started overpowering S'ym.
Seeing that he was losing in terms of pure strength, which was considered his strong point, the demon's eyes opened wide. The seed of fear, grew and beared fruit, fear turning into despair.
"How…can this be?! I cannot lose! I am S'ym! HAH!" Consoling himself, the purple demon, pulled back and threw Galahad off balance. With their hands locked, he had the perfect leverage to deliver a rising knee, right to his opponents jaw.
*SLAM* Blood flew on the air, some of which fell on S'ym's face. The strike threw Galahad on his back, only to get back up again, his only reaction being a slight shake of the head and a grunt.
Not only wasn't he showing any signs of being hurt, the strike further deepened his rage, which fueled his ever increasing power!
Clenching his fist, Galahad, condensed energy and formed a sphere. Not releasing it but instead he held onto it and dashed at the demon, with unmatchable speed. S'ym was unable to react to this and only managed to cross his arms in defence.
Opening his palm, the energy ball inside brimmed with power. Now at this close distance, his bulging arm reached S'ym and landed on his guard. The attack caused an explosion, out of which the purple demon came out flying and tumbling on the ground.
Embedding his nails on the ground, S'ym made a long trail, until he finally cam to a stop. His fear was growing, if he didn't do something now and let this beast grow even more…
The demon stood up and unexpectedly stood still, waiting for Galahad to take the initiative, which he did. In a matter of seconds another barrage of attacks was delivered and this time S'ym took them head on.
Blood flowed down the demons mouth, as the never ending strikes threatened to end his life any moment. Just when Galahad was about to deliver his finishing energy powered attack, something astonishing happened.
The demon dissipated into thin air and Galahad's strike hit the air, where his opponent once stood.
"*Bleugh*…" Crimson liquid flew out of his mouth, as he slowly looked at his stomach. There he found a protruding long spike, which had pierce right through him.
"Heh! Its seems illusions are your weak point…Now…DIE!" S'ym spoke with hatred, not wanting to give any chance for any miraculous recovery, he went for the kill…
"STOP!" A booming voice stopped the demon on his tracks, as if he was controlled by a higher power.
"BRING HIM TO ME…" The voice belonged to none other, than the lord of Limbo, Belasco. He seems to have taken an interest in Galahad.
"Grrr!…He is dangerous, master! We should just…" This infuriated S'ym, who wanted to finish and get rid of this atrocious feeling of fear that burdened him. But he was cut off by his master irritated voice.
"I SAID BRING HIM TO ME!" And with that mentally transmitted command, S'ym could do nothing but obey. Picking up the unconscious and bleeding body of Galahad he headed towards the castle.
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A few minutes after the demon left, two figures appeared. They looked around as if they were searching for something…or rather someone.
It was none other than Ororo and Johnny, they have sensed the high energy levels clashing from this place and rushed to see what was going on.
"...It was Galahad…he fought S'ym here…" Ororo crouched on the ground and picked up the broken pieces of the gift she had given the man. She had a guilt written all over her face.
"And from what it seems, he held off against the demon…hah, well I will be damned you were right, he is kinda strong." Johnny said jokingly, earning a glare for the woman.
"If you didn't open your mouth, none of this would have happened! So shut it for once with the remarks!" Ororo has had enough of the mans attitude. Now it wasn't just Illyana that they had to save, Galahad was added to that list as well.
"Relax…the man was a beast…he will be fiine…okay I won't speak anymore,sorry!" This time its wasn't just a glare, but Ororo powering up ready to give the Ghostrider a lesson in manners.
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"Ugh! My head! Where am I?" Galahad woke up, his senses were all over the place and the world was spinning. Soon his vision cleared and recognised this space, this familiar black room.
"Oh no…" He knew what was coming and his fears came true, as a figure emerged from the darkness, his other self. Smiling from side to side, he approached Galahad.
"Oh you can speak? Did a miracle happen and you grew some balls? Last time you were so scared you couldn't speak or move. Ha! Pathetic!" Insults rained from his mouth, which stung Galahad's pride.
The alter-ego looked around and motioned for him to do the same, to take in this dark space. His eyes took in nothing but…well nothing.
"Look at this…this is who you are…you are nothing, just like this empty space. You have so much power, so much potential. Its all wasted on you…" With those words the alter-ego lowered himself to meet Galahads eyes, on the same level and continued.
"How about you let me take control…let me show you how its done. Huh? What do you say?" With a hand on his shoulder the other him asked. Galahad smacked the hand away and spoke with a resolute voice.
"Let you take control? You ate my heart! Who are you? Where is this place?" He asked in confusion. This was the second time, he reached this place…connecting the dots he knew it had something to do with that crazed state.
"Hahaha! Who am I?…I will leave you wondering." And just like that, Galahad woke up.
He was once again drenched in sweat and was having trouble breathing, a pain assaulted him. Looking down he saw bandages, rapped around his bare chest and body, a blood mark has formed on them.
"Wha-what the fuck?! I got impaled? Shit!" Catching his breath, he took in his surroundings. He had found himself in what looked to be a medieval dungeon.
His cell was built with moss-filled stone plates that offered zero insulation from the cold that was present in this place, it seems he must be held deep underground. He wasn't alone, as his cellmates, he had a pair of chained up skeletal figures that gave off a smell of decay, burning his nostrils. The cell was dark, barely lit by a candle that threatened to extinguish at any moment.
Galahad once again found himself in an unfamiliar place. This time his situation was dire, seriously injured and in a dungeon. But despair wasn't what found the man, just his desire to survive and prove that persona of his wrong!