*Ashton merely gazes at Glotonería, unperturbed by the cult member's ability to block his attack. His plague doctor mask shatters into pieces as he swiftly reassembles it into a gas mask. His eyes shift from their dark green hue to brown color as he deactivates his Disease Style power. To activate his Earth ability, he focuses his gaze intently, his irises once again turning a deep, earthy brown.*
Ashton: "Earth Style: Earthquake."
*He commands, utilizing only five percent of his energy to initiate a powerful tremor beneath their feet. His preference for disease abilities is evident as he rarely taps into his earthly ability, making this moment all the more interesting and rare.*
Glotonería: "You have no idea who you're facing."
*He declares confidently as he removes his mask and cloak, revealing his true form – a grotesquely obese man with a gaping mouth on his stomach.*
Ashton: "I've seen worse. In fact, I've created worse."
*He replies calmly, completely unfazed by Glotonería's appearance. His cold words hold a disturbing truth - having experimented on over eight hundred children and counting, Ashton has witnessed and created far more horrific things than this cult member could imagine.*
Glotonería: "Is that so?"
*He echoes calmly, opening the massive mouth on his stomach like a grotesque vortex. He begins to suck up the residual energy from Ashton's earthquake attack, demonstrating his unique feeding method.*
Ashton: "How interesting... You'd be perfect for my next Orbilence experiment."
*He remarks calmly, genuinely intrigued by Glotonería's unusual abilities. This unexpected statement catches the cult member off guard, momentarily breaking his confident facade as he doubts Ashton's ability to defeat him despite these unsettling words.*
*Glotonería wastes no time, using his stomach mouth to greedily suck up the lingering energy from Ashton's previous earthquake attack. Curiously, Ashton doesn't retaliate or defend himself - he simply stands there motionless, allowing the cult member to feed on his energy without resistance.*
Glotonería: "I too have experimented extensively on people."
*He admits calmly.*
Glotonería: "Especially children. Human children from war zones are perfect subjects - no one misses them or comes looking."
Ashton: "Human children lack the Orbilence... But why kidnap the weak?"
*He inquires, his curiosity genuine despite the unsettling topic. He genuinely wants to understand Glotonería's motives beyond just experimentation.*
Glotonería: "It's simple."
*He explains calmly, gesturing to the disfigured children from Palestine, Ukraine, and other war-torn regions.*
Glotonería: "These poor, unwanted children are perfect for creating my henchmen. No one will miss them or question their sudden disappearance."
*He smiles eerily at Ashton.*
Ashton: "Oh, I see."
*He responds, his expression unchanged as he watches the disfigured children approach him. Their pained expressions and limping movements do not faze him; instead, he observes them with a clinical detachment, as if assessing their condition for potential experimentation.*
*Suddenly, Ashton's brown eyes shift to a glowing green color. An unseen force emanates from him, freezing all the disfigured children instantly in their tracks. Their painful expressions turn to shock and terror as they find themselves unable to move or scream—paralyzed by Ashton's disease power.*
Ashton: "I used Disease Style: Paralysis."
*He states calmly, drawing his sword. For the first time in his life, he intends to show mercy by ending the suffering of these disfigured children. However, he hesitates, unsure if he can reverse the disfigurement for the children.*
Glotonería: "Release my slaves."
*He demands, his stomach mouth snapping shut around Ashton's sword blade with incredible force. The children's suffering continues as Glotonería uses his strength to push back against Ashton's arm holding the sword.*
Glotonería: "They are mine."
Ashton: "Usually, I don't have a heart."
*He says softly, his expression thoughtful.*
Ashton: "But something inside me is telling me this is wrong. I'm not sure why I suddenly feel this way."
*He watches the disfigured children, his sword still blocked by Glotonería's stomach mouth. He suddenly reaches into his lab coat, pulling out a small cube he created. Without hesitation, he throws it at the disfigured children. The cube instantly expands, sucking them all inside before disappearing along with its contents - the children - leaving no trace behind. Glotonería watches in shock and anger.*
Glotonería: "My useless slaves!"
*He roars, his anger boiling over as he transforms into his demonic form. He grows several feet taller, his stomach mouth stretching open impossibly wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Despite the terrifying transformation, Ashton remains unfazed, watching with clinical interest.*
*The demon's cavernous stomach mouth begins to suck voraciously at Ashton's energy, attempting to weaken and immobilize him. However, Ashton stands there motionless, doing absolutely nothing to resist or defend himself against this overwhelming display of power. His eyes remain fixed on Glotonería, showing no signs of struggle or exhaustion despite the energy draining effect.*
*Ashton calmly pulls out a suitcase from his lab coat and sets it on the ground. He then extracts a test tube filled with an unknown, shimmering liquid from within it. Without hesitation, he throws the test tube directly into the demon's gaping stomach mouth.*
*Glotonería cackles maniacally, his laughter echoing through the chamber as he continues to suck energy from Ashton. However, his laughter abruptly cuts off as the liquid kicks in, causing his strength to wane dramatically despite the vast amount of energy he had absorbed.*
Ashton: "The liquid I've created is designed to break down muscle tissue and absorb energy."
*He explains calmly, his voice steady despite the intense situation.*
Ashton: "It will store all the energy you've gathered and return it back to me."
*As he speaks, Glotonería's form begins to weaken rapidly.*
Glotonería: "Impossible!"
*He bellows, his voice strained as his powers weaken.*
Glotonería: "How can this liquid steal my energy and give it back to you? I've never seen anything like this before!"
*He stares at Ashton in confusion and disbelief, his mind racing to comprehend this unheard-of phenomenon.*
Ashton: "It's simply my blood."
*He replies calmly, his expression unchanging.*
Ashton: "After countless experiments on my own body and blood, I've managed to refine it into this liquid form. It contains unique properties that allow it to break down muscle tissue and absorb energy, storing it within itself until returned to me."
*As the liquid returns to Ashton, he feels an overwhelming surge of energy coursing through his veins. Not only has it restored the energy Glotonería had stolen, but it has also absorbed the demon's essence itself. Ashton's eyes glow brightly with newfound power as he stands victorious over the weakened Glotonería.*
Ashton: "Such an unexpected turn of events..."
*He murmurs calmly, his gaze fixed on the now-powerless Glotonería. He had not anticipated that his blood's unique properties would also absorb the demon's essence, leaving Glotonería completely drained of both his powers and his demonic form. The situation had unfolded in a most intriguing and fortunate manner for Ashton.*
Glotonería: "You were completely unfazed by me from the start."
*The cult member says, his voice no longer booming with power.*
Glotonería: "So, you never actually considered me strong, did you?"
*He watches Ashton closely, trying to gauge the mad scientist's true thoughts and powers.*
Glotonería: "Answer honestly."
Ashton: "From the very beginning, I never considered you a threat."
*He admits calmly, his eyes never leaving Glotonería's weakened form.*
Ashton: "Your power was predictable, your moves were obvious. I knew I could easily overcome you."
Glotonería: "..."
(In his mind).
"I wasn't even a threat to this guy..."
(Out of his mind).
Glotonería: "I see."
*The cult member responds, his voice tinged with understanding.*
Glotonería: "Your confidence and lack of fear towards me from the start now makes perfect sense. You had already anticipated and prepared for a being like me, knowing full well that your blood would suffice to defeat me."
*Suddenly, a sword pierced through Glotonería's heart, killing him instantly. Ashton was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock as he turned to face the Cult Leader standing behind Glotonería's fallen form. The Cult Leader's goat mask glinted menacingly under the dim light.*
The Goat Cult Leader: "Three of our members have fallen."
*He says calmly, his voice low and gravelly beneath the goat mask.*
The Goat Cult Leader: "And I see you've taken down Glotonería with such ease."
*He steps forward, the sword still dripping with Glotonería's blood, his cape billowing behind him.*
The Goat Cult Leader: "Impressive."
*Ashton begins to tremble slightly, his confidence shaken by the sudden turn of events and the imposing presence of the Goat Cult Leader. The leader's calm demeanor and the ease with which he dispatched Glotonería sent a chill down Ashton's spine. He gripped his syringe tightly, knuckles turning white.*
*In a blink of an eye, Ashton felt his feet leave the ground as he was suddenly lifted into Sebastian's strong arms. The light flashed brightly around them before fading, leaving Ashton stunned and bewildered. He found himself cradled like a bride, his arms instinctively wrapping around Sebastian's neck for support.*
Ashton: "S-Sebastian, what are you doing here?"
*He stammers, his voice flustered and his heart pounding in his chest. He looks up into Sebastian's eyes, searching for an answer amidst the whirlwind of emotions and adrenaline coursing through him.*
Sebastian: "I sensed your fear and came to see who was scaring my bottom."
*He says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down Ashton's spine. He tightens his hold on Ashton, pulling him closer as if to protect him from any lingering threats.*
*Sebastian's gaze shifts to the Goat Cult Leader, his eyes narrowing into a fierce glare that promises retribution. He holds Ashton tightly, Ashton feeling a mix of embarrassment at being called 'bottom' and relief at Sebastian's protective presence.*
The Goat Cult Leader: "Honestly, I don't know how you entered this realm."
*He says, his voice dripping with disdain.*
The Goat Cult Leader: "But you seem to be nothing more than a nuisance. A mere insect."
*He steps forward, his cloak billowing behind him.*
Sebastian: "Easy."
*He growls, his protectiveness over Ashton evident in every word.*
Sebastian: "I marked him as mine, which means I can teleport to him anytime, anywhere. Now how dare you scare my bottom."
*He gently sets Ashton down on his feet, his eyes shifting from their usual green to a piercing yellow, a sign of activating his power. He steps in front of Ashton, shielding him from the Goat Cult Leader's view.*
Sebastian: "I am the Light Orb King and Leader of OrbBrazil."
*He declares, his voice echoing with authority as golden light armor materializes around his body.*
Sebastian: "And that man right there is my bottom and future husband."
*Without wasting a single moment, the Goat Cult Leader charges at Sebastian, his goat mask contorting with anger. Their swords clash with metallic screeches, sparks flying with each impact.*
*The clash of their swords is a blur, the sound of metal against metal filling the air. The exchange is too fast for the human eye to follow, both fighters equally matched in skill and power. Ashton stands there in awe, his heart racing as he watches.*
The Goat Cult Leader: "Hmph."
*He grunts as he realizes his sword cannot pierce Sebastian's light armor. He watches in disbelief as his attacks are reflected, his blade bouncing off the golden barrier. He tightens his grip on his hilt, his brows furrowing in concentration.*
(In his mind).
"Impossible. What kind of armor is this?"
(Out of his mind).
Sebastian: "..."
(In his mind).
"I have to win... For Ashton."
*He thinks fiercely, his determination burning brighter than the light armor surrounding him. With renewed vigor, he parries another brutal attack and counters with a swift thrust that pushes the Goat Cult Leader back. The battle intensifies, fueled by love and protection.*
"I have win because..."
(Out of his mind).
Sebastian: "I'm going to marry him one day."
*He declares aloud, his voice ringing with conviction and promise as he continues to clash against the Goat Cult Leader's attacks. Each swing of his sword is imbued with love and longing for Ashton's future. He fights not just for himself, but for the dream of a life with Ashton by his side.*
This will continue in the next chapter.