Dripping Cold Blood: The Tale Of The Convens

Chapter 3: Demotion City! Life begins anew!

Zane slowly donned a fake smile and he shook his head slowly. He knew that if he played his cards right, he would get answers, and if he got the right answers, MAYBE he'd see what Kalani was talking about. Clearing his throat, Zane sat up tall and spoke finally. "No, sir. I have not settled in for the night. Apparently, the top three generals... Bunni Mirage, Carrie Volum, and Rosemary 'The Mimic'... they attacked me in the world of the living, and you had ordered. I came to you to ask if this information, no... if this rumor, was true." He said, putting his hands down as his eyes flashed a deep jet black. "Because if it is true, I will not hesitate to remind you why you appointed me the rank of number four when it comes to the entire demon army!"

The dark lord would chuckle and slowly stand up. Moving towards Zane, he growled as his eyes began flashing a multitude of colors. "Oh, Zanephryn, I am so sorry. I am so sorry that you are a pitiful fool who failed in his life. What would your parents think if they were here today?" He asked, taunting Zane with a smirk. "I am the king of Hell, boy. Satanael Cyrus! I ordered that attack on you because you were growing WEAK! We can't have any kind of weakness in the demon guard! Any demon who betrays my trust, spends his free time on the surface obsessing over some girl who lost her father, has no place in my kingdom! It makes you weak, and makes you lose your powers. Case in point..."

Satanael slowly moved in front of Zane and extended his arms to the sides. "You won't strike me down. You no longer have the mindset for it, boy. But, go ahead and prove me wrong. Be my guest." He said as he waited for Zane to make his move. He grabbed Zane's hand and aimed it at his chest, making it so all Zane had to do was pull the figurative trigger. But, just as he guessed... he was right. "Pitiful..." He said before kicking Zane's chest. The force of the kick sent Zane crashing into the ground and bouncing back up to his feet almost instantly.

Satanael quickly punched Zane in the face, following it up with a right hook to the stomach, and kicking him in the face. "Failure! Weakling! You lily-livered, moronic, piece of shit! You were a waste of a rank! I should never have trusted your whore of a mother when she told me to entrust your strength!" He yelled before stepping back slowly. Seeing the anger in Zane's eyes, he knew it would be a fight.

But, just as Zane ran towards him, Satanael summoned his sword. Driving the sword through Zane's chest, he grinned evilly and chuckled darkly. Slowly pulling the sword back, he slashed it out of Zane's torso with a simple deep slash. "Cyrus Sword Style! Myriad Slashes!" He yelled before the one cut began forming much more tinier cut along all of Zane's body. Satanael quickly grabbed Zane chest and stabbed it, cutting just past his heart. He hummed softly, before his hand constricted around Zane's throat and he began crushing his windpipe. He wanted Zane to die slowly... and painfully. As the cuts continued forming on Zane's body, Satanael slowly pulled Zane towards the portal back to the human realm.

As Zane's body dripped blood, soon enough, the blood began pooling under the two of them and would pierce through Zane's chest. Piercing his heart, and causing Zane's eyes to go dark. Zane tried to keep standing and tried to constantly swing at the giant that is Satanael. The size difference was insane. Satanael stood at an impressive eight foot seven inches tall... while Zane, while still growing, was a mere seven foot four. Zane threw a defiant punch towards Satanael before his wrist and throat were grabbed. Zane struggled to get free, while Satanael laughed and stared at him. "Oh, dear. Zane, I am so sorry that we have to let you go like this. You had such amazing potential... such raw power is hard to find nowadays. It's too bad that you were the waste of a creampie that has that. Goodbye, Zane."

And, with that, Zane was dropped through the portal pit. It felt like forever as he fell, pondering what could he have done to change the outcome of his life? Could he have done anything differently? Zane felt his body hit some kind of solid ground. Where was he, though? He could barely keep his eyes open. He wasn't aware... his body felt cold. Colder than usual, even covered in all the hot blood. "Well... this is the end. I'm dying here... mom... dad... I'm sorry for failing you. I'll see you both on the other side." He said before closing his eyes and resigning himself to death. His body slowly flowed down a body of water... a river. The river of Kabara, known as Blackwell river. Zane's body laid there in a flowing body of water as his body bled out slowly. His heart beat slowly coming to a slow stop.