Monster
Author: MaxHolmes
last update2025-06-20 18:18:41

Mylos dropped his bag on the bed, then sat himself down. After bowing his head and relaxing his tensed body, he shut his eyes to think while he maintained a state of high alert incase of any ‘uncertainties'.

"Heh heh…"

He shook his head, then leaned back to lie down on the bed, opening his eyes to glare at the ceiling. In a few days, this place would be turned into another of the dreaded slaughterhouses of church rats.

Mylos shook his head and sat up again. He no longer needed to rest his mind after his acquisition of Eternal Life, he also did not need to eat. It was just the pain a demon goes through if they didn't feed.

They call it “hunger pangs”. Although he could live without feeding, he was unable to bear the pains of huger for very long. He could go weeks or more on an empty stomach, but must eat once in a while.

There was nothing ideal for him to feed on except a few humans, and maybe some livestock. Well, it will not be sufficient to quell his hunger, but maybe if he chowed down some hunters, he could last longer?

Mylos's mind suddenly went back to the group he'd came across on his way here, but after seconds spent thinking about it, he sighed and shook his head. If he attacked those guys, it would only speed up pursuers.

Exposing his targeted back just because of food is a feat no short of plain stupidity. Unless he was finally prepared to give up his life, he would avoid battling any dogs of the church around him.

"So much issues, so little solutions…”

He sighed. After two seconds of pause, he stood to his feet and took of his hoodie. After removing the contents of his back, he arranged his clothes into a pile, and placed them into a wardrobe.

Mylos took the other accessories and stuffed them into a drawer which he locked a second later. After he'd ensured everything was put in place, he yawns loudly then walked into the bathroom.

——

"Ugh!"

Aysla was blasted into a wall, blowing it apart as she hurtled further behind before loosing momentum an eternity away. Her limp body rolled across the ground before being halted by another wall.

"Kill it!"

"Don't let it escape!"

Aysla smirked coldly as she propped herself up with her sword, then straightened her back. Both her eyes gleamed as she cracked her neck, and tightened her grip around her sword, her brows furrowing.

She was sneaking after Mylos, only to step into a trap in an attempt to avoid following him too closely. Only for her to get run over by a huge truck, then attacked by a group of pathetic lowlifes!

She shattered a few bones from the impact, hoping for the wounds to heal in seconds after they were received.

Despite that, it still hurt. More than a quarter of all her bones had cracked, with one or two of her ribs already broken due to the impact. She believed all would be well in a few minutes, but was not calm.

"Demon!"

"Monster!"

Aysla chuckled as she held her broken arm, the grin on her face growing as she lowered her head to the ground, she felt annoyed. Not just by their pathetic attempts to attack her, but by her inability to foresee this.

Before any more words could be spoken, she suddenly disappeared from her spot and the head of one ‘hunter’ was sent flying. Blood sprayed around as the headless body swirled before collapsing to the ground.

"Kill it—"

Aysla smacked the man in the face — causing him to be literally blown into the air with an exploded head, blood and brain matter splattering around. Aysla cringed at the sight, retracting her gaze to focus on the others.

A gun materialized in the grip of one of her adversaries, the glint of cold steel reflecting a malevolent intent. Time seemed to slow as Aysla's gaze locked onto the firearm, her senses heightened, and her mind calculated the angles and trajectories. The tension hung heavy in the air as a primal instinct guided her actions.

Aysla's movements were a symphony of precision and fluidity. With a seamless motion, she evaded the incoming gunfire, weaving through the bullets like a flickering spectre. The gunman's eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to comprehend the sheer swiftness and finesse of her defense.

In the span of a heartbeat, Aysla closed the distance between them, her form a blur as she closed in on the gunman. She pivoted gracefully on one foot, her leg arcing through the air in a high kick that connected with bone-crushing force against his wrist. The gun was torn from his grip, clattering to the ground as his cry of pain joined the cacophony of chaos.

Aysla's sword sang through the air, carving a path of lethal precision as she dispatched her remaining foes with calculated strikes. Each movement was a dance of death, her blade finding its mark with unerring accuracy. The assailants, once so brash and confident, now crumpled to the ground, their threats silenced by Aysla's merciless resolve.

As the last of her adversaries fell, the tension that had gripped the scene began to dissipate. Aysla stood amidst the aftermath, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. Her gleaming eyes scanned the carnage, the weight of her actions settling upon her like a heavy shroud.

The acrid scent of blood and gunpowder mingled in the air, a grim reminder of the violence that had unfolded. Aysla's gaze hardened, a mixture of determination and weariness etched upon her features. She wiped a smear of blood from her brow, her expression unflinching despite the toll the battle had taken.

Humans lives meant nothing to her, most especially at such dire times. Finding and securing Mylos's safety came first before everything else, sentiments aside. So, with a final glance around, Aysla dusted her clothes and turned her attention back to the pursuit of Mylos.

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