Requiem Of A Failed Hero

"Ha, being alone is boring... that's weird, I've always been alone and never found it boring."

Raith looked around the house as he lay on the bed with his hands behind his head.

After trying to count the number of strays that were used to make the roof and failing over and over again he stood up and walked outside.

Compared to the night he arrived at the cabin, it was different, the snow could still be seen on the floor but very few and the plane black grounds were clear.

He bent down to feel the ground and he couldn't help the familiarization.

"It's just like the ground in the abyss..."

He muttered.

'I guess the abyss really created this place and spat out the demons'

He stood and stretched his waist left and right then his arms. He looked around the environment.

"I didn't notice the short wooden fences before..."

Apart from that there was no tree or sight of any living thing, it was just the plane grounds covered with snow and spreading wide and as far as the horizon.

'I wonder how he lives in a place like this... the incubus guy called him Mollon."

Raith knew nothing about fiends and their races and he was dying to know.

'I guess, I will ask Volmak when he returns.'

He looked around and was tempted to go out but didn't want to disobey Volmak.

'I've never had anyone care for me genuinely... let's not ruin this'

He said and turned back. And just as he was about to enter the cabin–

He flew leftward rolling onto the ground and into a pile of snow that gathered toward the side of the cabin.—Just as he flew away a blurry figure smashed into the door shattering it to bits that flew away.

He quickly rolled and stood.

Thanks to his [Transcedent Sense] Raith was able to avoid dying before he met his killer.

"Oh impressive for a human. I never thought you would be able to see it coming not at all dodge it. You must be quite skilled for a human."

The figure came out of the smokescreen caused by the impact of his attack and the shattered door. He was donned in a white linen tunic with open sleeves and tucked into a black tight-fitting leather pants and a knee boot.

His hair was red and wet, flowing down to his shoulders, some fee strands were left hanging on his face, his deep eyes were as if he was dreading the very importance of life, they were filled with unwashable taints of blood and his red eyeballs were its reflection.

"What is a human finding in this place?"

He said with a death glare.

'Seeing the way he is dressed he must be a high-ranking fiend, maybe a noble? Damn, do they even have nobles in this world!'

Raith was confused as to what his next step should be. He looked at the shattered door and tried to imagine how he would have shattered had he not seen a glimpse of it coming thanks to [Transcendent Sense].

"I see you do not value your life"

The red-haired man said and his image from Raith's vantage point blurred out.

But before he could plunge his hands into Raith's stomach—Raith staggered backward in haste as he had felt the vibe of the attack using [Transcendent sense]

He fell on his butt and the red-haired man swing into the open air. The man glared down at Raith, by his face he looked like he was in his teens, Raith felt ashamed that he was being beaten up by a younger one.

'I thought the first time was just luck. But he managed to dodge twice... I increased my speed limit and wanted to come and flaunt it to old man Volmak but who is this bastard?'

His glaring eyes stayed on Raith and his temper tolerance was already reaching its limits.

"I will make you regret ever stepping foot on Jarhan."

As he spoke red energy surged out of him like subtle smoke and twirled around his fist as he clenched it tightly that his veins were popping out.

The wind blew away as he raised his fist as if they were running away from it and just as he was about to throw it.

"Lord Absalom"

His fist stopped mid-air but blasted Raith into the air like a twig.

Volmak's head followed through as Raith flew and landed.

The young man turned to Volmak and looked at his which was occupied by a paper bag.

"I suppose this young man is not a stranger then."

Volmak's gaze turned to his shattered door, he stood there like a sculpted being then dropped the bag as he broke out of his state of shock. The emotion in his eyes was buried beneath his furrowed white brows as he turned to the young lord and asked him.

"Did you destroy my door, Lord Absalom?"

"Forgive me Volmak, I thought this human was trying to break into yo–

~whim~

~pow~

The old man's fist was buried into his face before he could even see him move—he flew into the air and landed beside Raith with his but in the air.

...

Moments later both of them were kneeling in front of Volmak, but only the young lord was bruised.

"I'm so sorry Vol–

He paused with goosebumps swimming through his body as Volmak glared at him.

"I'm sorry master"

He bowed his head and dropped his shoulders– as if he wasn't the proud guy that wanted to beat up Raith a moment ago.

'So old man Volmak is his master...?'

Raith found the scenery troubling but he felt good.

'At least he won't yell at me since he's so nice to me...'

He grinned internally.

"And you!! I clearly asked you to stay inside!!!!"

Raith was smacked out of his fantasies by the man's thundering bass tone.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to..."

He couldn't resist the intimidation and also bowed his head.

"But Master, this is not a joking matter. If it is heard that a human is residing with you, even father might not be able to help."

"When has there ever been a rule that says humans are unwelcome, we just hate them because of history. Anyways what is a nobleman like you doing in the thirteenth realm all the way from the fourth realm?"

"Ha! Right, I came to show you that I have been able to break through my speed limit..."

His brows lowered with squinted eyes as he turned to Raith, "...but this human made all my effort seem like a waste. How is a weak human like him able to dodge me?!"

Raith was dazed, the guy he was attacked by that seemed so manly was acting so childish in front of Volmak.

'What is this? Who is this old man for him to be so humble in front of him?'

"You cannot call a person weak even if he is."

"No, this is obvious, I can't even feel any energy from him... just a small amount of fiendish energy and that's it"

"Wait, you feel fiendish energy from him?"

"Yes, but it is just a small amount."

He said gesturing with his fingers at how small it was.

'Because his father is a demon, he also inherited the skill [Dust Sense] an ability that only higher race fiends could use. With it, they can sense the presence of any inferior or superior energy. It is impossible for fiendish energy to be in a human if not he would have begun to show signs of 'corruption' by now. Lord Absalom is only 54 years old, he is young and cannot tell what dust is... does that mean this human has the dust of the abyss?'