Villain Eternal

Elder Sister

Knock Knock.

Mylos sat up from his bed, then gaze in the direction of his door. In visible confusion, he stood up to his feet and approached the door vigilantly. As soon as he reached it, he pulled open the door carefully.

"Aysla?"

Before Mylos could compose his senses, he was kicked in the face and sent flying into the room. The person at the door walked into the room, wearing a crazed grin on her face with a fiery gold aura burning around her.

"Hehe, you little bastard." Aysla grinned madly as she watched Mylos sprawl on the ground in confusion, her gaze as cold as steel, "After making me go through all that trouble, I'm going to break you legs!"

She encountered a lot of trouble chasing him. From the crazed hunters, to wandering dogs of the church — only to find him lazing around in a cozy hotel in the midst of all the heat. She was enraged beyond measure.

Mylos stood to his feet. His eyes gleamed as he dashed away from Aysla, his mind trying to wrap around reasons why she would attack him like that. After some seconds, his furrowed brow loosened as a realisation struck him.

"Guessed it? I must reek of their blood. So you lounged here, and let dogs patrol around you? Are you dumb or just that useless?" Aysla spoke before disappearing from her spot, appearing behind Mylos in a split second.

Boom!

Mylos was blown into a wall, smashing into it headfirst, causing cracks to spread throughout. After dragging his head out of the wall, he turned around to face Aysla, his eyes twitching as he cracked his neck.

"I didn't even get a second to relax. I have not slept or fed in weeks, yet I was unlucky enough to get assigned to your lazy self!" Aysla grumbled as she kicked a table, sending it crashing into the ceiling.

Mylos chuckled awkwardly with his eyes still twitching, a strange gleam flashing through them. He was clearly not a match for an older sibling using a demon art, but never would he let himself be bullied by his sibling.

"Calm down. It's not that bad, is it? At least you got to hone your skills. Hopefully you wiped them out to keep your image." Mylos forced a grin, but he wasn't feeling amused in the slightest.

Aysla chuckled suddenly, her aura flaring up as the heat shot up. She clenched her fist, taking a step forward — a split second later, she appeared besides Mylos with her fist being thrown towards his face.

"Not that bad? I've already gained permission to cripple your wasted body. Don't worry, I only want to break your legs so I can do my job peacefully."

Mylos raised an arm to defend himself, and Aysla's fist connected. Following a loud “boom”, and the sound of bones shattering — Mylos' arm was blown apart, and a defect was exposed in Aysla's defence.

He quickly took advantage of that defect, swinging his punch in the direction of that defect — landing a hit that sent Aysla skidding backwards with a crazed grin on her face, his eyes gleaming as he observed her.

Just a second after his first arm was blown off, and he'd retaliated — it regenerated completely, at an incredibly face rate. It was as if it had popped out after it's initial destruction.

"I don't want your arm, I want your legs! I won't let you go until I tear them off your body!" Aysla roared madly as she leapt towards Mylos, her speed nearly twice that he had gotten himself used to, "Argh!"

"Sister, we should calm down! It hasn't escalated to that level has it? We can still work this out like family." Mylos ranted as he cracked his neck, then dashed to the side, a strange gleam in his eyes, "Come on!"

Aysla's figure flickered, and Mylos's pupils shrunk — he turned around in a heartbeat, crossing his arms before his face to block her attack. As expected, a kick smashed into his arms, blowing him to the side instantly.

Mylos came to a skidding halt a few metres away, just a few inches from the wall. His brows were furrowed tight, his crossed arms feeling like they had been set on fire as he held them up before his face.

Demon Art — the abilities that lets a demon go beyond limitations set by the weaknesses of their mortal body. In a battle against the underlings of the heavens, this helps even the gap between a demon and a blessed hunter.

His sister's demon art, although unnamed — was one of the most annoying he'd faced. Her demon arts gave her ultimate mobility in a limited range, allowing her body to ‘teleport’ into a predetermined position without delay.

Battling in an enclosed space, trying to trace her moves was nothing short of impossible for Mylos. Not only was he always in her ‘flicker’ range, he could not predict her movements neither could he stop her from flickering.

As for limits to her demon arts? She wasn't even going all out with her ability! He'd witnessed her fighting with more powerful siblings — she was able flicker in a loop throughout the field without pause, creation an illusion of her attacks raining down on you from every direction!

He would take that as her All-Dimensional Flickers, but at the moment, Aysla was just flickering back and forth within a single dimension. Even so, Mylos found it very difficult to handle her attacks.

"I actually broke limbs! They actually shattered my arm just because I was chasing you!" Aysla roared, her body still in a single point without any flickers, "I couldn't even feed to regain energy after that, just because of you!"

Mylos chuckled wryly, but seeing the fiery aura around his sister dissipate, he finally loosened up. After seconds to think, he finally let out a warm breath of relief. Aysla seemed to have finally calmed down.

"I'm glad you care so much for me sister, but we're not going to get anywhere like this." Mylos lowered both of his arms, his brows fixated on his sister, "This would feel a lot better after talking it out calmly."

Aysla kicked a chair, sending it crashing into a wall. Her furrowed brows loosening as her heavy breaths calmed down. After seconds of silence, she cracked her neck, loosened her balled fists, then sighed.

"I killed them, of course." Aysla walked towards the bed and sat herself down, her aura sucked into her body, "A few of them would come here investigating, but they're not going to be anything I can't handle."

Mylos heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Of course, he was no match for her no matter how determined he acts or how skilled his techniques are. Although he would be able to even out the odds if he was armed, it was still just vivid imagination in the face of her arts.

"You also have to get the furniture replaced. It's a good thing you got a room for both of us." Aysla stood to her feet, then turned to Mylos, "I'll go clean up now, I don't want to reek of blood for a longer time."

Mylos shrugged, then turned around to leave. He didn't look bothered by her entrance since he had made both mental and physical preparations before hand. He even expected the destroyed furniture.

"Sigh…"