Scare Away Those Thugs! (Deniel)

It didn't hurt much, but the bad part about it was how the thug laughed like a moron. It was very childish and had a few snorts in it. From behind him, the mage was about to stomp his foot straight into Deniel's back to pin him down and claim victory, but once again, Deniel blink away and appeared behind all of them. He let out a few pants. In just a few attacks, he felt like he was going to drop. The spot of the neck that they hit was a very sensitive pressure spot, and would have either knocked out or killed a weaker person, but Deniel wasn't weak. "Nidhogg, any ideas?" He stared down at his bow, which confused his opponents. They all waited for his next move, and if he took too long, they were going to finish him off.

"It's time for a new weapon, and a new strategy. Your angel form focuses on Speed, now use your Devil form. You'll overwhelm them with devastating attacks and blows, Deniel. Trust me. Use your Arms of the Black Devil. Keep your eyes until they run out. You'll need that last blink." Deniel nodded at his bow and tossed it in his left hand. He held out his right hand and shouted out: "Arm of the Black Devil!" He thought Nidhogg was just mistaken when he said "arms", but he was about to find out that he mistook himself.

Instead of his skin shifting to the form, two magic circles appeared at his fingertips. Deniel looked at both of his hands, surprised. The magic circles were glowing blood-red, just like his eyes, and each had pentagrams in the center of them. They quickly moved up from his fingertips all the way to his shoulders, and for the first time, BOTH of his arms became that of the Black Devil. Black reptilian scaled skin that layered over each other from his fingertips all the way to his shoulders. In addition to the arms, now the shoulders were affected, too, but not with scales. Deniel looked at his shoulders to see two small, but fitting black shoulder pads of armor.

Deniel, and his opponents stared at his arms in awe. He felt a new strength surge into his body, as if he could take on the world. He felt something heavy in his left arm, and turned to look at it. Much to his surprise.....a new weapon was right there in his left hand, and he was somehow holding it with one hand.

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His once bow also had a glowing-red magic circle consume it, and it was now an abomination instead of a bow. It was a gargantuan blade, that looked almost as tall as Deniel himself. Aside from the blade part, there was rotten demonic flesh on both sides, and one of the side had a glowing red eye that looked like that of a parasite or infectious beast, and it stared straight into the eyes of his opponents. The other side....could not be described. It was just flesh with red openings similar to the eye on the other side, but it wasn't an eye. It was.....something. This blade was horrific, and the stench of death and plague filled the air around him. Deniel didn't want to say anything and let these opponents know that he didn't know what his own tactics were once again. Luckily for him, Nidhogg knew he was surprised.

"You no longer hold The Bow of the High Heavens, Deniel. Now, The Blade of Hell's Wrath is in your hand. Say hello to Armageddon!" Deniel stared at the blade in awe for a little while longer until he gave a smirk and gripped it with both hands. He held it out in front of him to his opponents, who looked slightly intimidated. "Meet your end!" The three opponents stepped forward, looking as if they were about to attack. "Deniel! Jab the blade in front of you, now!" Deniel did exactly as he was told and held Armageddon with one hand, jabbing it in front of him. The blade reacted by suddenly extending itself at an alarmingly fast rate, that got even faster. What separated the blade and the hilt was a metal bar, but it was stable.

The blade shot out like a rocket and headed straight for the three. The mage made the good move of stepping out in front of the other two and catching the blade by squeezing both of his hands together at the same time to make sure it didn't hit them. The sword extended a few more feet until it was stopped to a halt. Deniel found this annoying, but Nidhogg continued to guide Deniel into using his new powers. "Retract the blade and kick!"

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Deniel did exactly as the blade told him to and pulled his arms back. In what seemed like an instant, which literally was, the blade was back to its original position, and the mage was holding on to it. What had happened was the metal bar retracted and the mage was dragged along with it at such a fast rate, he couldn't keep up. Deniel remembered Nidhogg's second step and kicked the mage square in the stomach to send him back again and have him let go of Armageddon. "Let go of my sword, damn it!" .....This stunned Deniel. Why was he so angry? What kind of thoughts crawled into his head? He was no longer level-headed it seemed, but now wasn't the time to think about it. This irritated him further. Why did these questions come up at the wrong time!? Why did he never think about it before!?

Deniel clenched his fist to see the mage still on his feet. The blow was hard, but not hard enough. "COME ON! ALL OF YOU! MEET YOUR END!" Deniel realized that he no longer had his Eyes of the White Angel, but suddenly came up with a new idea. A spell that didn't surprise him: something he came up with himself. "CROWN OF THE BLACK DEVIL!" A magic circle appeared at Deniel's head and moved in an instant down to his neck. This magic circle was like the rest of his evil ones: red, glowing, and a pentagram in the center.

What was left was The Crown of the Black Devil; grey skin, pure red eyes, and a horned crown with a red jewel on the center.

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This caused even more intimidation to go to the other three people, but they weren't cowards. Suddenly.....Deniel saw something with his new eyes. The thug that he had hit before was an illusion......in fact.....ALL OF THEM WERE. This angered Deniel greatly. Right behind the three that stood before him, the mage was putting up a spell that created illusions of the three, the body guard had them all camouflaged, and the thug was sucking on his thumb. They all had no idea that Deniel saw through the illusion, but boy were they all in for a big surprise. "Challenge this king if you dare!"

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The mage that wasn't in the illusion seemed to concentrate harder to make all of the illusions move. Deniel also realized the pain he was feeling earlier was an illusion; that's why it hurt so much. This angered him further. No one messes with this king. No one. However, Deniel wanted to give these guys false self-confidence into thinking they're going to win, and then crush all of their dreams in one foul swoop. When the three went in for another attack order, Deniel faked it all.

The mage charged at him, and Deniel pretended to not be able to react, when in reality, he saw it coming from a mile away. The mage jumped over Deniel and kicked at the back of his neck again. Deniel felt no pain, as he was no longer subjected to the illusion, but staggered forward on his knee anyway, panting. "Deniel, what the hell are you doing!? You can do better than that! You're the son of the Black Devil!" Deniel tried his best not to smirk but to focus on his mind instead. "Don't worry, Nidhogg. It's all a part of a plan. Just trust me." Nidhogg remained silent, and another attack came in.

The body guard kicked Deniel's chin while he was on the ground, making him sit upright, but he was still on his knees. The body guard grabbed Deniel by the horn and looked him in the eye. "Is this all this so-called "King" can do? Pathetic!" The body guard threw him to the side at the thug's feet. The thug once again smashed Deniel's head, but nearly broke his club doing so. Nonetheless, Deniel faked the pain by crying out and clenching his head.

In reality, his head was racing with evil thoughts of ripping all of these idiots to pieces. He needed to hold back his anger, for he will get the chance to unleash it. he just needed to wait. Patience was key here. The thug kicked his spine directly at the center, and Deniel pretended to roll out of the force in which the thug kicked him. These guys definitely did know where to hit....they were just too cowardly to do it themselves. They were letting petty illusions do all of the work. It was sickening to Deniel.

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When Deniel finished rolling, he didn't feel anything, but there was a foot on his chest. The immunity to illusions must have made him feel nothing as well....just like what had been happening with the attacks. It was the mage, and he gave an arrogant smirk at Deniel, as if declaring his victory. "What's tha' matta'? Lose all ya' strength? Well, we're gonna' put ya' outta' yo' misery once we're doing puttin' you in ya' misery!" Deniel became more enraged by this kind of talk towards him, but kept it in store just like the rest of his anger. He was like a tea kettle right now....if he was left on too long, he was going to explode. He closed his eyes wearily, as if he was slowly getting knocked out from the immense amount of "pain" he was in.

"Heh! Look at 'dis guy! He can't even take some pain! What a waste o' time!" The mage picked Deniel up by the horn, since he didn't have hair. He knew this strength was fake, it was just the illusions to make him appear to be able to lift Deniel so effortlessly. He threw Deniel straight against the wall right beside the merchant's stand. Deniel could see the merchant still hiding under the stand, and he stared at Deniel, a little afraid. He had confidence in the young man before, but now that he was getting tossed around like a rag doll, it was starting to fade.

Deniel could see the concerned look on the merchant's face, but he gave a smirk at the merchant, as if saying "Don't worry, I've got this." He returned his face quickly to his normal miserable one just before the mage arrived again to lift him up by the horn once more. "Jeez, look at you! You call ya'self a devil! Hah!" The mage looked at the merchant, hiding under the stand and suddenly remembered what their true motive here was. "Give us the money, or else y'all end up like this arrogant bastard!" Deniel couldn't take it anymore. "Arrogant bastard" was the worst insult so far. It was time to end this pathetic pain charade.

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Deniel grabbed the illusion of the mage by the arm and flung him right over his shoulder plate armor straight on the ground, flat on his back. He went to the ground with a large "THUD!", but Deniel wasn't done. He wasn't his real target.....his real target WAS the real target. To his left was the mage keeping up the illusion, and Deniel made his way over to him and his comrades. The thug that was sucking his thumb, intimidated by Deniel looked up at him. "Guys....I 'tink' he notices us....." The two other mages looked at Deniel approaching them, wondering if he was right. To test out this theory, the illusion mage made the illusion of the body guard run in front of Deniel to try and attack him, but Deniel passed straight through it.

He knew they were illusions, and illusions could be passed through. All along, they just felt real. When Deniel passed through, the three people became instilled with complete fear, staring into Deniel's red eyes. Deniel stared right back at them, with red eyes full of fury and rage. He opened his mouth to reveal his sharp fangs, and gave out a small breath of what looked like black mist.

He took one harsh step in front of the three, further scaring them all. "You insult my crown....." Deniel took another step forward with a harsh step, making the dust around his boot crumble. "You dare touch me in such ways....." Another step, more words, "YOU DARE TALK TO ME IN SUCH WAYS!" Deniel's anger was rising. He took one final step towards them, and let out the last burst of fury. "AND YOU CALL THIS KING AN ARROGANT BASTARD! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WILL NEVER LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY!"

Realizing putting up the illusions was useless and the camouflage, the two canceled their spells and faced Deniel full on. The three got down on their knees, as if bowing to him. "N-Now...hold on...I'm....I'm sure there's something we can work out! I mean...we...was was just kiddin' as all." Tears started to roll out of their eyes, as well as intense sweat from their faces. Deniel's expression didn't change.

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The three of them stared at each other. Deniel wasn't going to kill them, yet. He wanted to hear their last words and their cries of mercy before he dealt down the final blow. "P-please! We-we're all humans, right!? We....we can work something out!?" "I am NOT human." Deniel merely said, still listening to his agonizing pleas. "W-Well then....then...can't you just understand where we're comin' from! I mean....I mean....we just wanna' make some jewels! And and....." Deniel raised his hand and pointed up his index finger, as if counting. "Greed." Deniel was counting this man's sins, turning his arguments against him with just one word.

This caused him to panic more, and he couldn't think of anything. However, his partner, the body guard, came up with something. "W-Well...good sir....I mean....all...all of us are weak and....and we have to get by somehow! That's why we use illusions, to try and hide ourselves! You can understand, right!?" Deniel raised his middle finger along with his index finger. "Fraud." He plainly spoke out. Their eyes all widened further. This time, the mage spoke up again. "W-well.....WELL......we don't have jobs! We don't want jobs! This is the...the only thing we can get! I mean...." Deniel raised his ring finger. Now, three fingers were up. "Sloth."

Now they were all scared completely. The only one that didn't speak now was the thug, but he seemed to be the least intelligent one of the group. Despite this, his comrades looked to him for assistance. "Well....ummm.....ummmm.....UMMMM......we just like to feel superior?" Deniel smirked and held up his pinky. Now, four fingers held up. "Pride. Sorry boys, but you don't pass." Deniel lowered his hands and looked down on them with a malicious grin. They all hugged each other tighter, scared so much they couldn't even speak. "Greed for wanting nothing but money. Fraud for faking everything you do. Sloth for only doing this out of your laziness for not being able to do anything else. And pride for looking down on people, especially if it's a fake superiority! It's time for your judgment. You shall die." Deniel opened his mouth to unleash a new spell that he learned not to long ago. All of these men will hear the Shout of the Devil.

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A small glowing red magic circle with a pentagram engraved in the center appeared right in front of Deniel's mouth. It looked like it could fit inside of it. The three frauds stared at Deniel, paralyzed with fear. This was their end. Deniel let out a huge breathe into the magic circle, and that breath turned into The Shout of the Devil. It was a devastating spell that ripped the ground around it into pieces, like an Earthquake happened, but it only did it to nearby grounds, so not a whole lot was effected. It was a red energy blast, made up of Deniel's Unholy Energy. This blast consumed the three idiots, surrounding them and making sure they wouldn't get out. Even with their agonizing cries of pain, the shout didn't stop.

This breath continued on and on, and inside, their conditions were getting worse. Deniel could have kept it going, but he decided to end it there. He closed his mouth, letting the magic circles disappear. All three of them were lying on the ground, no longer holding on to each other. Each had heavily bruised and burnt skin; not from heat, but from how destructive the Unholy Energy was. They were all in critical condition, almost dead......but not for long. Deniel still had his blade in his hand, and he was about to stab them all in the chest, until Nidhogg came up with another idea: "Armageddon has a scythe form. Why not kill them with that? It'll be more appropriate. Reap the tears of the victim's cries."

Deniel thought Nidhogg's idea was absolutely perfect. While his victims were still on the ground, he held his blade up to the sky and let it transform itself. The blade moved up on the hilt, exposing the rest of it, and then it turned ninety degrees at the end of the hilt so that both sides of the giant blade were facing different sides. In addition, the blade grew skinnier, but also longer. Deniel slammed the scythe straight into the chest of the thug, ceasing his breath. Then, the body guard. Finally, the mage.

The mage was the one that called Deniel an arrogant bastard, and he wished he didn't make it so quick and painless. He deserved to be punished.

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Deniel grabbed his scythe with both hands and stabbed the chest of the dead mage a second time. A third time, a fourth time, a fifth time, a sixth time. Deniel stabbed the chest of him over and over and over again. With the fighting stopped, the merchant finally crawled out of his little hidey-hole. The merchant watched Deniel stab the chest over and over and over again, and was questioning the mage's spot. Why the chest? Why did Deniel always go for the heart? Deniel kept on swinging his weapon....even after his Take Over faded. He was back to his normal self, and his blade was back to a katana. The scabbard was safely inside his belt slot, and Deniel aimlessly swung at the air with his katana, still thinking that he was stabbing him in the chest. "Deniel, get a hold of yourself."

For the first time, Nidhogg spoke aloud. The blade glowed with every word he said, and Deniel finally started paying attention to what was going on. He stared down at his sword, a little fearful. "Nidhogg....what happened to me?" "Nothing you need to worry about, Deniel. Nothing." Deniel didn't believe his sword one bit, but he couldn't argue with it. After all, he didn't remember anything that happened after he....after he put that crown on. Yet here he was, somehow angry and the corpses of his opponents were in front of him. He remembered the battle.....but at the same time he didn't. It was all a mystery to him. A big, giant mystery.

Deniel sheathed Nidhogg back in its scabbard, and he heard the voice of the merchant from before behind him. "Well, my angry young friend, you certainly are capable of a lot of destruction....and death." The merchant looked behind Deniel at the corpses, a little displeased. "Tell me, why would you do such things for me? I'm just a simple merchant. And you're.....whatever you may be." Deniel turned around to see the merchant he saved earlier. The man was about Deniel's height, a little bit taller because Deniel was still very much in his youth, and the man was older. "I'm a Nephalem."

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"A Nephalem? Is that so.....so your mother was an angel, and father a demon I'm assuming?" The stand keeper scratched his well trim beard, and Deniel nodded. "Yeah. I'm surprised you know...much less believe me." "Well, I just witnessed it all. A demon, and an angel grew out from within you. There is no way I cannot believe it. Come with me. We'll talk somewhere else. Help me pack up my shop, will you?" Deniel nodded and followed the man back to his stand. He helped him store away all of his goods on a small cart.

He sold various things such as antiques, fruits, vegetables, and even a bit of clothing. He had a larger cart right next to the stand he had, and that's where Deniel and him packed everything up. Deniel volunteered to pull it this time, giving the man the first day of break from pulling the enormous cart in a long time. The streets filled shortly after Deniel and the man left, but they didn't notice it. Meanwhile....the corpses of the men were left right there, and people were wondering what in the world happened to them. It was none of Deniel's concern right now, because he was halfway across town pulling a giant cart with a grown man walking beside him.

"So tell me, Deniel, why did you help me like you did back there?" Deniel gave a few words of answering in between his large pulls of the cart. "Well.....I'm.....on a job....you see.....those guys hassle.....other people.....as well and.....one of them wanted.....to make sure.....I took care of them..." "I see, and you did the job well. In fact, I saw the description of it...form what I remember, it said to SCARE away those thugs. You killed them." Deniel grumbled under his breath, thinking of an answer. Before he could, the shop keeper somewhat harassed him further. "And you fight with so much anger and rage. Do you fight to protect? Or do you fight for the sheer thrill of killing people? Are you more devil than angel, young one?" The question struck Deniel like one of his arrows in an opponent. Was he more devil than angel? It seemed like it, with his cold attitude and merciless killings.

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"I....I...." Deniel was so focused on thinking, he stopped pulling the cart all together, which caused the man to start at him. He was somewhat pitiful to Deniel, but he wasn't scolding him. He was merely trying to understand the boy. "It seems you don't know the answer yourself. Could it be that it just runs in your blood? May I ask you, young man, who is your father?" The question once again struck Deniel like an arrow. He had no idea who is mother or his father was. Little did he know, he did. He knew exactly who they were, but thanks to Vergil, his mentor, he couldn't remember until the time was right. And that time was not now.

"I...I don't know." The shop keeper merely walked away from Deniel, edging him on to follow. In just a few minutes, they arrived at his house. It was quite a large one, considering all he ran was a stand. It was a two story building with several windows, a nice lawn and plenty of ornaments. "You can go ahead and leave the cart out here. Let's go inside and talk further." Deniel did as he said and followed him inside the house.

The interior was just like the exterior: he wondered how a simple shop keeper could own a place like this. It had plenty of fine antiques, vases, desks, small desks, shelves, books, couches, tables, etc. It reminded him of the mission he took as a C rank...."Guard My House". That one was a bloodbath. "I appreciate all that you're trying to do for me....but I really need to get back to the client. The job is done, and I need to be on my merry way. I still have more things to do." The man turned around, scratching his beard again. "Very well, but stay a little bit. I originally planned for us to have a cup of tea or something, but now I will simply talk to you. Deniel, I understand you in a way. You are confused, you have two minds in your head, and you're trying to distinguish which one to choose. As a result, you get frustrated and angered, and that turns into your desire to kill."

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As much as Deniel hated to admit it....this man was right. As a child, he didn't have this problem between choosing good and evil, but once he left Vergil's side and set out on his own that he'd been doing for over a year now, he became confused. He no longer had a person to guide him, but was trying to guide himself. Instead, he had two sides to choose from: whether to simply kill out of satisfaction, or to judge those who were wicked. As a result, he did these jobs to satisfy his need to kill. All because the people on these jobs gave him the thrill to kill, and in a way, they were wicked. And the more Deniel killed, the worse he seemed to get. The more powerful he grew, the worse he seemed to get again.

He grew so powerful on one of his missions, that he killed his mentor without second thoughts. And now here after that, here he as killing people both without second thoughts, and out of anger. "You're.....you're right. That's all I do! I'm just a killer! I'm confused, frustrated, I don't know what to do! So the thrill of killing and battling gets rid of that frustration, but then it just adds up again. Tell me, please...what do I do!?" Deniel fell to his knees immediately, as if bowing to this person. This person was far more wise than Deniel was, and he needed guidance. He no longer had his guidance from Vergil being deceased, and this man might be his savior.

"That is something I cannot do." He merely said, and Deniel stared up at him, surprised. "You must make your own decisions, young on. You must decide your own path. You must control your own power. I can't alter what you are meant to do. You will do what you are meant to do, and I will not interfere. Set out your path, Deniel. Don't fear your power, embrace it. Who knows? Maybe this anger and judgmental attitude is best for you. You must find out yourself."

Deniel slowly raised his head. It was a lot to take in at once....but he felt like he understood to a certain extent. He got back up to his feet like he should be, and nodded at him. "I....I believe I understand. Thank you." Deniel turned to walk out the door. "You are very much welcome." The man simply said, and Deniel hurriedly ran out. He had a client he needed to get to. And this time, he was going to lie about killing them all.

Meanwhile, back at the house, the man grew a giant, malicious smirk on his face. "That was almost too easy." From behind him, the voice of a female came. "Did you do it, dear?" The man turned around to see a woman with blonde hair, a curvaceous figure, and a white dress standing there. The man became enveloped in a black shadow, slowly revealing himself to what he really was.

He had long black hair, palish skin, glowing blood-red eyes, neatly trimmed black facial hair, black gothic looking clothing, a black long-sleeved coat, and another coat tied around his waist. He was Deniel's father, and what Deniel was almost the spitting image of: Diabolos, the Black Devil. Unlike Deniel, though, he had a much more bulky figure both naturally and because of some armor he wore under his clothes. And the woman that stood with him was Ariana, the White Angel. "I sure did, Ariana. I saw him with my own two eyes. He doesn't remember us, like I said before. He's growing in strength, but he's not nearly close enough to defeat us. I nearly vomited seeing my own son so weak!" The Black Devil smashed several objects in the room out of anger, but the woman held his shoulder to stop him from breaking something else. "Now, now, Diabolos, let's be patient. After all, he's far stronger than that arrogant brat he was all of those years ago. Let's let him grow some more, he'll be strong in due time. And when he is...." Diabolos stared down at his own gloved hands. Although gloved, black razor-sharp nails were poking through the finger holes. "I'll kill him myself!" The woman grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. "WE will kill him." The man smiled, but it seemed more of a smirk and malicious grin than happiness. "Of course we will. Of course."


Back at the place where Deniel met the client, he was busy eating his free meal along with holding the jewels as his reward. He lied about killing the thugs, and said he merely scared them all off. He looked happy eating, but his thoughts were still disturbed. "I guess I'll find my answer someday. I just need to keep searching..."

Not all of your posts meet the word requirement, especially the opening post. Please ensure all posts meet their respective requirements, then reply for another review.

I'm fairly certain that I check my posts before I post them, and that every post, including the first one, is over 350 words.....If you're not counting small words like "a", "the", and everything else that classify as small words, then I might as well have completed zero jobs.

Sorry, sir. There were some technical issues when I was using your posts over Word Counters. After a second check, you've not only proven me wrong, but also have your job...

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