It only took a few minutes of walk before they got to a clearing where a wagon was waiting for them.
Stepping up into the wagon, they placed Darius in the middle. One of the pigs was about to sit beside him but a deep grunt came from behind so he quickly moved.
The biggest of the pigs stepped up inside the wagon, wrapped its arm around Darius and sat him up on one of his leg, then stroked him slowly.
Aside from the chill that ran down his spine, Darius wasn't really concerned on what was happening around him, he'd completely retreated into his mind.
'One of the things to forget…'
…
When Darius was still alive he was called the Rune Lord. The name Undying King was something he called himself because no matter what he did or where he went he seemed to always end up in some Life and Death situation.
When he was alive, he'd invented his own Runic language. In the Divine Realm this was something that was next to impossible; even single characters of the language had to be drawn in a specific way, a specific amount of pressure had to be applied to every character, not too much not too little, in order to get a specific reaction.
The original consensus was that only one Runic Language existed and only one would exist.
Darius completely shattered that belief when he invented the [Kings Rune]. What he invented wasn't a simpler way to make runes. He didn't have to write, instead he used hand signs. A specific hand sign would cause a specific reaction depending on how loose he held his hands or how tight, triggering a completely different reaction, so the possibilities were endless.
And at the moment, he was searching through his memory like crazy but all he could remember was that he invented the language and as for the specifics, it felt a bit foggy.
As if things weren't bad enough already, the pig's hand was getting too far up his thigh for him to feel comfortable.
"Anybody ever tell you, you move too fast?"
Its hand paused for a second before it looked at him and spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Its voice shocked Darius to his core, he was honestly a bit dumb bloke who counted its words but it's voice sound quite normal.
'You don't sound as retarded as you look'
"What I mean is. big fella, your making this all about you, what about me? You've gotta take it slow"
He still hasn't managed to remember the entire language but had enough to escape.
It seems like it took Darius' advice and his hands moved slower.
"Like this?"
Putting on an enthusiastic expression, Darius stared into its eyes before answering.
"Yea…but your being to gently, you've gotta hurt me, make me beg and I'll be yours forever"
Stunned for a second it stared into Darius' eyes.
"What's your name?" It asked its face blushing a little bit.
"The Undying King Darius but you can call me Pretty"
Before it could respond, it caught a glimpse of Darius' hands moving slowly in a strange way.
"What are you doing with your hands?"
Looking down at his hands then back at him, Darius smiled and licked his lips.
"Oh this? This is just something I do when I get excited. And you make me excited big— nope I can't"
Speaking up to this point, Darius stopped and started vomiting. Right when the pig was about to move and help him, it realized that its body was restricted.
Wiping off his mouth, Darius jumped out of the wagon that had stopped for a while now. And with a few more movements from his hands, the chains broke apart.
Looking at his thigh where the giant hand print was, Azreal's body shivered. Darius didn't even bother looking back and continued to walk for a while before he stopped.
"Fuck it, I can't resist"
Turning back Darius jumped back on the wagon and went close to the pig that had molested him a moment ago ear.
"If we meet again, remember: I don't like being pushy. I like to take it slow. Make me feel pain. Break me."
The moment he felt like he wanted to vomit again, he jumped off the wagon but this time he didn't walk off, instead, he raised his left hand in the air and started moving his fingers again.
His fingers moved like a puppeteer pulling strings. Short after, a shadowy figure jumped out of the trees, but before it even got close it stopped in midair.
Jumping up in the air, Darius performed a roundhouse kick sending it flying back into the forest.
"So you guys gonna come out one by one or are we gonna make this a party?"
Right as Darius finished speaking, a blue light came towards his face. He only had time to slightly tilt his head back, watching the palm filled with lightning brush past his face, his eyes were agape.
The entire time, his fingers hadn't stop moving and just like before, his attacker froze giving him opportunity to grab it and toss it towards one of its partners.
Right as he was about to go on the offensive, everything around him froze. And before he could make any sense of anything, he was dragged back into Azreal's consciousness.
This time it wasn't just him and Azreal, this time there was some who Darius would sell his own mother to avoid.
"To think Palestine would fail to completely eradicate your consciousness"
It only took a few minutes of walk before they got to a clearing where a wagon was waiting for them.
Stepping up into the wagon, they placed Darius in the middle. One of the pigs was about to sit beside him but a deep grunt came from behind so he quickly moved.
The biggest of the pigs stepped up inside the wagon, wrapped its arm around Darius and sat him up on one of his leg, then stroked him slowly.
Aside from the chill that ran down his spine, Darius wasn't really concerned on what was happening around him, he'd completely retreated into his mind.
'One of the things to forget…'
…
When Darius was still alive he was called the Rune Lord. The name Undying King was something he called himself because no matter what he did or where he went he seemed to always end up in some Life and Death situation.
When he was alive, he'd invented his own Runic language. In the Divine Realm this was something that was next to impossible; even single characters of the language had to be drawn in a specific way, a specific amount of pressure had to be applied to every character, not too much not too little, in order to get a specific reaction.
The original consensus was that only one Runic Language existed and only one would exist.
Darius completely shattered that belief when he invented the [Kings Rune]. What he invented wasn't a simpler way to make runes. He didn't have to write, instead he used hand signs. A specific hand sign would cause a specific reaction depending on how loose he held his hands or how tight, triggering a completely different reaction, so the possibilities were endless.
And at the moment, he was searching through his memory like crazy but all he could remember was that he invented the language and as for the specifics, it felt a bit foggy.
As if things weren't bad enough already, the pig's hand was getting too far up his thigh for him to feel comfortable.
"Anybody ever tell you, you move too fast?"
Its hand paused for a second before it looked at him and spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Its voice shocked Darius to his core, he was honestly a bit dumb bloke who counted its words but it's voice sound quite normal.
'You don't sound as retarded as you look'
"What I mean is. big fella, your making this all about you, what about me? You've gotta take it slow"
He still hasn't managed to remember the entire language but had enough to escape.
It seems like it took Darius' advice and his hands moved slower.
"Like this?"
Putting on an enthusiastic expression, Darius stared into its eyes before answering.
"Yea…but your being to gently, you've gotta hurt me, make me beg and I'll be yours forever"
Stunned for a second it stared into Darius' eyes.
"What's your name?" It asked its face blushing a little bit.
"The Undying King Darius but you can call me Pretty"
Before it could respond, it caught a glimpse of Darius' hands moving slowly in a strange way.
"What are you doing with your hands?"
Looking down at his hands then back at him, Darius smiled and licked his lips.
"Oh this? This is just something I do when I get excited. And you make me excited big— nope I can't"
Speaking up to this point, Darius stopped and started vomiting. Right when the pig was about to move and help him, it realized that its body was restricted.
Wiping off his mouth, Darius jumped out of the wagon that had stopped for a while now. And with a few more movements from his hands, the chains broke apart.
Looking at his thigh where the giant hand print was, Azreal's body shivered. Darius didn't even bother looking back and continued to walk for a while before he stopped.
"Fuck it, I can't resist"
Turning back Darius jumped back on the wagon and went close to the pig that had molested him a moment ago ear.
"If we meet again, remember: I don't like being pushy. I like to take it slow. Make me feel pain. Break me."
The moment he felt like he wanted to vomit again, he jumped off the wagon but this time he didn't walk off, instead, he raised his left hand in the air and started moving his fingers again.
His fingers moved like a puppeteer pulling strings. Short after, a shadowy figure jumped out of the trees, but before it even got close it stopped in midair.
Jumping up in the air, Darius performed a roundhouse kick sending it flying back into the forest.
"So you guys gonna come out one by one or are we gonna make this a party?"
Right as Darius finished speaking, a blue light came towards his face. He only had time to slightly tilt his head back, watching the palm filled with lightning brush past his face, his eyes were agape.
The entire time, his fingers hadn't stop moving and just like before, his attacker froze giving him opportunity to grab it and toss it towards one of its partners.
Right as he was about to go on the offensive, everything around him froze. And before he could make any sense of anything, he was dragged back into Azreal's consciousness.
This time it wasn't just him and Azreal, this time there was some who Darius would sell his own mother to avoid.
"To think Palestine would fail to completely eradicate your consciousness"
