HPDBC Chapter 163: The First Step - Dance of Death
Chapter 163: The First Step - Dance of Death
Asura didn't speak or show emotions as the black flames engulfed his figure.
Like a shadow of death.
His body launched across the room like a storm. Asura's lance was a deadly typhoon of silver and red, piercing the air in a rain of savage, penetrating blows towards Shang Luo's chest. The black flames of destruction empowered each thrust of the lance.
Shang Luo didn't have time to dodge, using his sword and body to block the attacks. The sheer force behind Asura's attacks penetrated his flesh, cracked his blade, and tore the green-robed cultivator's feet into the floor, creating a crater with each step.
"Ugh... you fucking half-breed!" Shang Luo screamed, the flames burning through his flesh and muscle as his skin peeled away and reformed in an endless cycle of torture.
'This is how to use rebirth and destruction... Endless pain, suffering and revenge!'
With a second to think, Shang Luo formed a spell. The surrounding air shivered with the weight of his spiritual energy, but Asura didn't care. His left hand reached out, the black flames fluttering as a resounding crack echoed through the room.
His black-tipped fingers snapped through the air and pierced straight into Shang Luo's chest, his spell broken as blood spurt from the wound. His left arm passed through the cultivator's chest like a hot knife through butter, holding his heart on the other side. "You are nothing."
"That is enough, Asura. Shang Luo lost." A weak and slightly pitying voice echoed in the room, but neither seemed to care as Asura's right hand swept across, decapitating the injured youth's head from his shoulders.
"Tell me your real name, fake." Asura turned around as Shang Luo's lifeless body slipped from his arm, blood and flesh spluttering everywhere as he held the man's heart out to the woman. "Tell me, or I crush his heart."
There were many spells to revive someone if you had their heart.
The woman didn't look affected by Asura's actions in the slightest. She was used to this sort of bloody spectacle. She only looked at him with slight surprise and mild amusement. "Do it."
"Sure."
Asura squeezed Shang Luo's heart, crushing it without a hint of hesitation or guilt. The dead cultivator's blood flowed down his fingers, dropping to the floor as he crushed the heart into a paste.
A sound echoed in his mind, telling him several things, but shaking his head, he ignored them and focused on the women.
"Tell me your real name, fake."
He was angry, and his killing intent was on the verge of becoming uncontrollable. If she didn't answer... he was ready to kill her, too. Despite knowing in his head, he wished for this thing to admit it. These things couldn't tell lies about their origins. It was some kind of law or rule set by the tower.
The woman just chuckled softly, leaning forward to grab the hand that crushed the heart. Her bloody hand then extended to her lips as she sucked the blood, licking it from her fingertips. "I am Verena, the younger twin of that useless bitch you loved. Hmm... I wish it were your blood."
Asura laughed bitterly, pulling his arm away as the remains of Shang Luo's corpse exploded into black flames the moment he clicked his fingers. "What happened to the original Verana? Tell me, and I won't torture you."
Verena could only stare at him with her one eye and shrug. "It's quite simple, really, Asura. I killed her the moment it seemed you would propose. I watched your little dates for two years in secret. Like this!" Her body turned into shadows before vanishing completely. A moment later, she emerged from Asura's shadow with a bloody nose...
"Fuck, who is the bitch in your shadow!?"
"So... the first Verana, my Verana, died before even meeting me that day?" Asura chuckled with a wry smile, thinking about how stupid and overconfident he had been. 'Why... for so many years my anger... hatred and desire for revenge were they mistaken!?'
"Yes... I slit her throat, so she may never speak again unless I ordered and made her into a living doll... Unlike my bitch sister, I cannot make shadow clones, although I can make me crazy about me, hehe."
"Why?"
Asura only looked at her with a weak smile.
His heart returned to the volatile husk of anguish and frustration it had once been because of her answer.
Asura could feel it.
Verena didn't just mess around and sleep with men... She probably killed many, those who didn't get the hint or tried to contain her... He couldn't sense her, but he knew she was close... Too close.
Suddenly, Asura's ears twitched, and he turned around and swung his spear as fast as possible. His weapon impacted into the air in front of him.
The pole knocked away Verana as her teeth sank into his neck, a strange feeling of fear as she drank his blood in that split second. Despite floating back with a cut abdomen, her face looked orgasmic...
"Ah... this blood of yours is pure bliss. Divine."
"Fuck, that hurts," Asura muttered as he realised his wound wasn't healing as quickly as it should, and a strange feeling came from his blood.
'Shit, vampire blood drinking.'
"One cannot resist the sweet taste of divine blood. You should feel honoured that I will take you as my mate! In the end, all of heaven will worship our children!" She snapped her fingers, and several strange-looking red portals opened around the room.
From each portal, a massive pillar of light broke through, and the many corpses and bodies of the Drakkur and Shang he had slaughtered earlier stood.
They were like dried husks... zombies or creatures created by her magic.
"You damn monster!" Asura snarled, his black flames unable to burn them. They seemed immune to fire, and then he remembered this Verena stole his family's treasure. That made a person immune to most flames, especially phoenix fire!
"Hehe, try fighting them and me at the same time. It should be fun."
'Shit. I wish I could hurt her!' Asura gripped his lance tightly, turning around and swinging the spear in a circle as he bisected the dozen undead coming at him in one clean sweep.
His spear was a twister of silver destruction as the blade ate through their bodies. He jumped, flipping into the air to pierce one undead straight through its head as his flames erupted in a wave around him, creating a momentary shield, forcing them to back away.
However, that was when he felt it.
Verena was behind him.
With a thud, she slammed into his back with enough force to break his bones; wrapping herself around him and pressing against his phoenix wings, she kissed the back of his neck, a disgusting feeling... as a chill shot down his spine. "Fight my love; give me your best."
Asura felt something corrupt entering his blood.
It was like acid burning away his blood and flowing through him. "GET OFF ME!"
His anger exploded.
The floor shook as his energy exploded in a sea of flames, eating away at Verana's mana before he impaled himself with the spear, penetrating her stomach as her fangs burrowed into his neck, her disgustingly slimy tongue licking him.
He knew he was being played with like a puppet, his strength being reduced with every passing second. 'What can I do... I don't even have the strength to fly.'
[Get rid of her!]
'How? My body is so weak and heavy...'
[Idiot... use your flames to burn the poison within your bloodstream!]
[I will teach you how to fight as a phoenix... how to survive, so do as I say! Asura]