151 Culling the Flock pt6 (2/2)

”Who are you” grunted Draig his eyes narrowed dangerously at the way this person spoke.

It was as if he had found an easy prey, the look of the few that came with him spoke of confidence however Draig had always been keen on humbling the likes of humans. He particularly enjoyed breaking down those arrogant ones.

”Dogs shouldn't bark unless told to” started the Deva causing Draig to smirk.

”I agree. . .” interrupted Draig as he stood up and entered his hybrid form causing the group to gasp in shock as they took a step back due to the surprise.

”Materialization. . . how you lost your powers” shouted the Large Deva his eyes trembled as he felt he had been fed a pile of shit, he had spoken arrogantly believing this tiger had his fangs removed but little did he know it wasn't a tiger he had disturbed. No, it was more accurate to call him the devil.

”Bark, Bark, Bark. Do you mongrels ever shut your mouths, you came here searching for benefits where there was none to be had. Now you will suffer the consequences of your foolishness” chuckled Draig as he bolted from his position his claws gleaming in the light caused streaks as he blurred behind the group before flicking his hands to the side flinging blood from his hands.

The Feratu looked down at the group and rummaged through their belongings finding some meal tickets, he remembered being told that this was the type of currency used on the Deva grounds. Sighing to himself he tucked them away and returned to his spot in the main area, he didn't sip tea this time however as he simply didn't know how.

It was an embarrassing fact that came from him having either simply drank water or had someone to prepare special beverages for him, he dared not think of what horrible concoction would come about if he attempted it.

Sighing to himself he looked towards the arena that had been dug not too far away from his so called Estate and recalled that he didn't have anyone cancel the event. His original intentions of pitting the Unaffiliated that had been in his Faction had fallen through and with the loss of his Mana control those who had become slaves from raiding the Splice Faction had been able to escape.

Now he was in the predicament of having to put on a show with no entertainment, oddly Draig at this moment thought of Souta. He was curious as to where this fervent follower had gone, he hadn't seen him in the past few days which caused him to wonder if he hadn't up and left too.

”So be it. . . my strength will return to me. It is only a matter of regaining control of my Mana and then I will be back to an acceptable level” stated Draig speaking to no one as he spoke aloud his personal thoughts.

Oddly Draig hadn't heard any words from the Founder's Avatar either, the man had been speaking rather frequently since the first time he demanded a sword only to fall silent now.

'What is that Old bastard up to. . .' wondered Draig curiously as he had always known the Founder to be a rebellious domineering existence even shattering the rules of this world in order to speak to him and state his demands.

As Draig sat there and thought on the matter he was brought to the attention of someone's foot steps coming towards him.