Chapter 6
The Dream That Bled
Another man was right next to him, his silky brown hair, and his green eyes so bright it made looking at him hard. "Azael you might want to not gamble right now, you can't even sit up right." his face full of worry for his friend.
"OH, what would you know Kairon, you're not like me," Azael whose voice tremble.
"Raian is the best arm wrestler in world after all," Raian had a smug face, his blonde short, dull gray eyes. Raian looking at Kairon "You know I'll never lose." Raian laughed calling him a fool.
The guy Raian was going to arm wrestle, had no hair, his buff body overpowering his head and legs. He had green eyes. "Adrian, you trained for years!" The crowd cheering both Adrian and Raian.
Azael had the biggest grin already knowing he was going to win the bet. Looking at the guy who he did a bet with had a wider grin "You know you're not going to win right? Raian over them haven't lost a round, he's my go to pick Lancer." Lancer ignored Azael "Your lost," Azael had full faith in Raian.
The two men sat down on brown dull chairs, both putting one arm on the table, grabbing each other hands. Sweat rolling down their face hearing the crowd cheering them on, hearing the ref count down 3, 2, 1.
A loud sound of wood being snapped spread across the room, the crowd flabbergasted their eyes widen, Raian world flips his vision turned a blur, feeling a sharp pain in his arm he glances at it, Raian arm from his elbow was snapped backwards a horrible sight.
His hand having deep imprints, from being crushed, his fingers bent in many different directions, bone stabbing through his skin making blood scatter.
Raian lost.
Azael whose grin faded, gritting his teeth Azael looked at Lancer who he placed a bet with. His little grin turned into a smile opening his hand to Azael. Chuckling "Hand over the money Azael," Azael who looked defeated, the man's blue eyes, and dull red hair took the spotlight.
Azael still in a state of shock, eyes widen couldn't accept his defeat. He started to tremble, Azael presence grew darker, the room was eerie, Lancer had chills run down his spine.
Azael spoke in a dark voice that sounded, threatening and commanding, the man was insane, everyone eyes staring at Azael "I am Azael, I control the nerves in your body, I control the very blood that runs in you, I don't surrender to defeat, defeat surrenders down to me." Lancer feeling death at the door, sweat ran down his face Azael dark eyes staring at him, Lancer using his power teleported outside the bar, Lancer felt relieved thinking Azael wouldn't go out of his way to kill him.
Choking on his own thought, the bar right behind him shredded into pieces, long wavy nerves of blood burst out the whole bar waving in a frenzy.
Lancer almost shitting himself ran, his face was pale, Azael feeling, Lancer fage burst out the broken door, all his veins seemed to be exposed moving in different directions. Blood pouring to the ground from his exposed veins.
Azael controlled his exposed veins to gripped on to different walls, walking backwards ready to launch himself, he gets sent flying into the air. A long red, bloody, eerie looking katana formed from his open forearm, blood dripping from the blade. Lancer seeing Azael long katana, eyes widen knowing this is a fight or die situation, he summons a giant great axe.
The axe being the length of a stop sign post, the axe heads the size of a door.
Feeling Azael fage behind him, his distant drawing closer, Lancer quickly turns around, parries the incoming sword, the impact caused the world to shake, different building collapsing by the pure impact of the sonic boom, people nearby ears would have popped.
Cracks spreading from the earth, before another clash could happen Kairon teleported between the two weapons, grabbing both of them with his hand Kairon face full of sweat, holding off the power of two gods was not an easy task. "STOP THIS," Azael and lancer stopped their fight both looking at Kairon. "You guys shouldn't fight in the main world, if you're going to do this, I'll summon you both to another universe, that The Observer haven't took interested in." Kairon face pale wanting to continue forward.
Azael looked at Kairon, a huge smile appeared on his face, Azael agreeing, Kairon grabbed both of their arms, vanishing in seconds Azael looked at the other universe they were in. Blinking a couple times to register the area he looks around. The sky was not gray but a dark blue, carriages that seem to float no wheels or horse to push them. Strange white buildings that reach high to the blue sky, the windows being a dark yellow, blue transparent screens that flutter the area. Seeing a person in all white clothes Azael asked out of curiosity.
"What year is it?' The man looked at Azael who wore worn down clothing that seem to have looked centuries old "It's the year 3184 sir," Azael shocked by his answered, eyes widen Azael couldn't help but smile "So this is the year 3184!"
Azael quickly looked around, in the crowd he noticed a man with dull red hair and blue eyes.
The man looked back at him, Azael veins popped out his forearm and hands, blood dripping everywhere a long katana made from vein formed in his hands. Azael smiled ear to ear.
Looking up at a pink roof, Shiro gets up, Azael? What a strange dream, Shiro looked to his right and sees Aeris laying on the bed stuck to her phone. Shiro confused asked "Why are you on my bed?" his voice still sounding sleepy. "This is my bed dumbass!" Shiro surprised finally remembering that Aeris healed him from the training.
Getting up from the bed he thanks Aeris, just one more day before class starts again, Shiro thinks to himself. Finishing up his daily routine Shiro thinks about his dream thinking that it felt way too real. Moving past his thinking Shiro gets ready to go out and eat.
Wearing his uniform Aeris asked where he is going "going out."
Shiro felt like he hasn't eaten in years.