58 Talent is meaningless (1/1)

A rough deep sinister voice would suddenly spur into Riyku's mind. ”Pure? Tainted? Bah... who cares about silly notions like that. Tell me, kid, do you wanna save your friend?”

”From the looks of things she is going to lose and when she does those people will violate her body until her mind is completely broken. She will not be the same person after this. The demon you call Astraia will seize to be. However, you are sitting here distraught like a child who is going through a traumatic experience.” The voice continued. It wasn't wrong though when it said he was going through a traumatic experience. Riyku had been reliving the sight of losing his tribe, watching them either die or be violated on the field. The sight of watching those he cherished sent him into shock because he felt powerless at this moment. Unable to do anything while knowing the outcome.

”How can I help her... She won't take the barrier down and I can not break it...” Riyku would reply weakly, tears slowly forming in his eyes. A hefty rough deep sinister sigh could be heard inside of his mind before the voice spoke up, ”True. You can not break this weak barrier. Those kids can not break it and neither can the hag. The only way it will come down is if the girl takes it down or she dies and as I said, they do not plan on killing her.” Before the voice could get in another word Riyku interrupted it. ”Then what!? Are you the Contracted Entity? Are you trying to torment me or something!?” Riyku did not shout, but his voice was somewhat loud although no one else could hear it over the painfilled screams and sound of explosions and whatnot from the ongoing battle.

The voice scoffed, ”Contracted Entity? Hell no. Nothing as weak and pathetic as that. It has been a pain in the ass trying to get in contact with you. The fact that another soul dwells within this body is the reason why it took me so long to even get my voice through to you. However... since I am able to get through to you; I don't have to worry about it now. The connection has been made. With that said, I can offer you strength. I can offer you power. Enough to shatter this pathetic barrier and kill those kids. Save your friend even. The real question is, do you want my assistance? Are you willing to accept me?” Riyku's eyes widened when he heard that he could save Astraia. That he could win this battle. He didn't seem to care who it was offering the power. Be it the Contracted Entity or whatever else. The fact that there was a third soul inside of him did not bother him either. It wasn't what he was focused on. Power. He needed the power to save her, to save everyone. If only he had the power he could have saved his family. If only he had the power he could have saved his tribe. If only he had the power he could have still been with them. Only If...

”Yes... But, I can't kill them. It would go against the rules.” Riyku would retort. The voice would scoff, ”Rules? Are you seriously going to let some makeshift rules stop you from saving your friend? This is the Underworld, Kid. This is a lawless land. Rules mean nothing to demons. We do as we please. Tell me... are you okay with sitting here watching her on her knees. Look, she can hardly stand.” The voice would draw Riyku's attention towards Astraia. He saw that she had her blade stuck into the ground. One knee dipped down while others started to surround her. Joon kicked her in the stomach and pushed her onto her back, before straddling her. A wicked and lustful grin upon his face as he looked down at the fatigued Astraia. Others grasped her arms so she could not struggle as much as she was trying even if it was a weakened struggle. ”Someone you cherish is about to be violated and here you are on your knees like some pathetic imp. Don't you feel it? That icky feeling in your gut. Tell me, don't you hate them? Don't you have how unfair this situation is?” The voice would speak alluring words which brought a disturbing feeling into Riyku's gut. Something he had never felt before. ”I do.” Riyku would grit his teeth. ”Don't you want to save her? Stop them? Why should they get to touch her? Isn't she too good for them?” The voice's sinister spill continued. ”I do. She doesn't deserve to be treated that way. She deserves better. Someone who will touch her gentling, someone who will care for, someone who will love her...” Riyku would reply. ”Then stand. Fester this feeling, let it burn into your soul. Use it as fuel and call my name. Only then will you be able to save her. Show them... Talent is meaningless against pure raw power!” The voice exclaimed with an evil snicker.

Riyku would stand onto his feet and place his hand over his chest. The feeling he was feeling wasn't love, nor was it lust, or despair, or distraught. What he was feeling was hatred. He hated how powerless he was. He hated how he needed to be protected. He hated how he could not save anything. He hated it. He hated how unfair everything was. He hated all of it. ”I call to you... the one dwelling within me... provide me power... give me strength... so I can save her...” Riyku would chant and as he did an ominous violet aura started to steam from him. It was only when he shouted the name did something truly happen. The aura flared skyward like a pillar surging with pure and raw power. His body would lift off the ground and the hilt of a blade would seep from his chest. ”Skeith!”

All eyes drew towards the immense amount of power that was being released. Cracks started to form along the barrier before shattering it like glass which caused the pillar to surge even higher. Astraia with teary eyes in a half-nude state thanks to her chest being bare looked at the pillar and only one word came from her mouth, ”Beautiful...” Riyku would grasp the hilt of the blade and slowly pull it out. A pitch-black greatsword with vivid violet lines pulsating along the blade all way towards where the guard would usually be. Instead there looked to be some kind of eye that was presently closed. After pulling out the sword the pillar would diminish. Riyku would bring his right hand to the back of his neck and roll his head a bit; which caused a few popping sounds. Since something felt off he looked at his right arm and there he saw the seal or suppression that Astrid and Astraia had worked to put on was broken. His arm was vivid, the thorns upon the sides and back of his arm had grown slightly with a vivid violet glow at the tips as if to symbolize his growth in power. Even the palm of his hand had a hint of glowing violet upon the center. ”Well, that explains why the other let me connect. Oh well...” Riyku would mutter his tone slightly different, more rough and sinister rather than charming. He would let his arm sit at his side while shifting his attention towards the awestruck and stunned students and Instructor.

”This body...” A grin would curve across Riyku's face. ”Let's test it out.” While he curled his right arm inward it would stagger since he was drawing in Pure Diabolical Energy from around them which he rose above his head. Since everyone was still stunned they did not realize that he was about to attack them. Rising the blade above head he would set the base against his hand while dragging it downward, bringing the whole blade from butt to tip through the Pure Diabolical Energy; so he could unleash a massive arc of Pure Diabolical Energy at the Instructor as a means to keep her from interfering with what he was about to do next.

Dashing forward his speed seemed immeasurable to the students who had battle virgin eyes. Since he was already in mid-air before they finally registered what was happening. The Instructor had already caught sight of the arc of Pure Diabolical Energy and used a spell to try to defend against it; however, her spell was meaningless against its power. The spell shattered and the arc slammed into her sending her flying into a mountainside off in the distance. Riyku had built up Pure Diabolical Energy into his right fist and slammed it into the ground around Astria which popped everyone including her into the air upon release of the energy which had outcast a massive wave as well as leaving a crater in the ground. As Riyku rose upward he converged Pure Diabolical Energy into his center before unleashing it like a massive blast outward which sent the students flying like ragdolls. The sole exception was Astraia who for some odd reason was immune to this. Riyku would catch her with his right arm while looking at the backline students who shook with fear. He would then turn his eyes towards the awestruck Astraia who called his name. A brow arched before a smirk curved across his face.

”No. I am Skeith, the first Overlord of Oblivion. The wielder of the Sword of Annihilation. However, there is no reason to be alarmed. I can't take over his body even if I wanted to.... yet. That damn thing is keeping the connection open. So I'll be booted out if I don't give the body back after this. Of course, for whatever reason, that thing values the Kid's wishes. So I can't harm you either. Be grateful to the Kid and that thing; because if it was up to me... No one would get out alive.” With those words, he set Astraia down. Her expression had shifted into fear the moment she heard the name 'Skeith.' He was the Founder of Oblivion and the only one out of five who came close to fighting on equal terms with The Shadow King. Out of all of the Overlords, he was the most ruthless of all. He took what he wanted, did as he pleased. He was known as a Tyrant Overlord because he used his people for their own amusement. He enslaved them and the only reason no one left was that they were all demons who challenged him. Every single one of them was brought into submission. He only spared them under the condition they followed his orders, and we all know that if a demon dies in the Underworld, the soul is sent to the Abyss. Which meant that Skeith had done something that no other demon did in order to be resurrected. He instilled his soul into the Sword of Annihilation which was instilled into Riyku the moment he was brought into this world. Why? Not even Skeith knew. Although he was quite pleased with the results nonetheless so the 'why' did not matter to him.

Riyku... or should we say Skeith would roll his shoulders as he looked at those who seemed to tremble. Perhaps they had overheard the name since they all pissed their pants. ”You know... you aren't half bad, girl.” He shifted his eyes back towards Astraia. ”You have the potential to become an Overlord. Of course, so does this body. There is just so much Vile and Ruin... Perhaps it's this thing.” Skeith looked to his right hand. ”I haven't seen anything like this before.” Skeith would examine his right arm before shrugging since he couldn't figure anything out. ”Well, whatever. Let's put an end to this.” Skeith would remark before a grin spread across his face. ”Hellstep.” Skeith would mutter before seeming to zip across the field like a vehicle roaring down the road at 200MPH. He would attack each student, not once or twice, or even trice. The number of times was inconceivable to the naked eye. What was known was that their bones were shattering and their screams were being gagged by more vicious attacks and before anyone knew it, it was over. When everything was said and done not a single student was killed; however, it was quite clear that they were begging for death. The looks in their eyes showed how much they wanted to die.

Skeith would release a relieved sigh. ”That felt great...” ”Oh did it!” A voice interjected with anger and frustration which drew Skeith's eyes. ”Hm?” It was the Instructor. Her body appeared fully healed and she was extremely pissed. Looking around she noticed all of the students with the exception of Solarus who had not been present were worse for wear. Her glare set upon Riyku or who she thought was Riyku. After all, she had not been there when Skeith corrected Astraia. ”You lying son of a bitch! You did have a Contracted Entity! Scerw this, I'll kill both of you!” A crimson aura flared over the Instructor, her body became plumper and her horns grew out even more just like her claws and fangs did. Skeith would whistle playfully, ”Neat trick. Demonic evolution means nothing to me though. It was merely a stepping stone for me... Let me show you the final product.” With those words, the violet aura suddenly shifted pitch black. His sclera which was white tinted a pitch-black and his horns grew out. The tips started to glow a vivid violet just like his claw. His fangs also grew out and his overly large bat-like wings would spur from his backside. The eye upon the sword would flare open with a shine. The silted pupil would dialect before looking around creepily.

”F-Final product...?” The Instructor would stutter. She didn't know what was going on, but from the sheer amount of power oozing from Riyku and the blade in his hand; she knew that something wasn't right. ”Of course. It's my Overlord ability after all. You pathetic demons merely adopted a weaker version of it: Demonic Evolution. The final product is known as Lunatic Burst.” When Riyku spoke these words the Instructor finally realized what was wrong. Sure Riyku had a mysterious background, but he was not an Overlord. She had taken a look into it and even gauged his power. Sure he had the potential and she could hazard to guess he had a Contracted Entity, but this level of power was far beyond what she gauged earlier. ”O-Overlord ability... The fonder of Demonic Evolution... T-Tyrant Overlord Skeith?” The Instructor would suddenly tremble with immersable fear. Skeith would snicker while resting the blade against his shoulder. ”Correct. After my battle with The Shadow King, I sealed my soul into my own sword which was tossed into the Abyss. Interestingly enough someone moved the blade while I was asleep into this Kid's body. I don't know who, how, or even when it happened nor do I care. What I do know is... this body is superb.” Skeith would bring his right hand upward and give her a motion to come at him. ”Now come. Challenge this body, I dare you.” A wicked and fearless grin had curved across his face. Of course, the Instructor was taking her time to analyze the situation. What she was just told, but deep down she knew she would lose. ”What's wrong? If you won't come at me... I'll come to you. It's been a while since I've plunged myself in carnal desire. Your body will do just fine with all those curves.” With those words from Skeith, the Instructor would squeal before being beaten, subdued, and violated.