The Extra Wants Control

Neveah sighed dramatically, "Even for me," he muttered with 'disappointment' in his voice. "I thought we had something special." He said wiping away non existential tears. He looked so pitiful that if a woman saw him, she would try to comfort him by giving him a tight hug.

"By 'special,' you mean beating me up, kidnapping me, forcing me into being a maid, and…" the voice continued and annoyance was easily detectable beneath the cold tone.

"Sigh… I get it, I get it," Neveah cut her off, " I came late, can't I get some perks and handicaps."

He looked expectantly at the sky, waiting for a reply. Instead, a word manifested before him sculpted from ice – "NO."

Sharon, formerly known as Topaz said her voice cold. "Young master, you are wasting valuable time."

Neveah sighed shaking his head, "Okay... And don't you think it's time I finally saw you?" he persisted, "We've been talking like this for ages. When will you grace me with your presence, my dear…"

"Hopefully never… respectfully of course," Sharon replied coldly and the sarcasm barely hidden.

"I don't think you mean that," Neveah said, a playful smile forming on his face. "And stop saying your thoughts out loud again…"

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"But ... You're right," he conceded. "It's time to make an appearance and some statements."

"Wait, wear this." Said Sharon.

A mask materialized in front of Neveah, crafted from obsidian and devoid of any features except for two slits for his eyes. "Why am I covering my face?" he asked.

"It was ordered," Sharon stated simply, but she lied.

Neveah grumbled, a sigh escaping his lips. "What's with all these rules placed on me?" he complained.

Sharon, silent but present somewhere else, rolled her eyes. "Because you can use your face to cheat and charm your way to victory, especially against women..." she thought.

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Neveah scanned his surroundings, his grey eyes glowing with a hidden power. Red-eyed silhouettes, materialized atop buildings and from shadowy alleys, from the windows of the building s. A smile, broad and slightly just slightly crazy, stretched across his face as he put on the mask.

He cracked his knuckles, "Let's begin then… for real this time."

The deserted street now being transformed into an arena for his fight. His red-eyed opponents, hidden amongst the rooftops and shadows, watched in silence.

Neveah raised one foot, and a thick dark aura formed around his leg, condensing into some kind of boot.

With a battle cry that echoed through the empty streets, Neveah brought his foot down with earth-shattering force. And like a decree "Monarch's Step!" he roared.

" Why are you naming and shouting your moves." Said Sharon with a facepalm.

" It's been a while... And I do this to strike fear." He said with a shrug.

The impact sent shockwaves radiating outwards. The cobblestone covering the street fractured like a spiderweb, cracks spiraling outwards in a radius of hundreds of meters. Buildings in the radius trembled, their foundations breaking and shattering as they fell, their walls cracking into huge stones.

From within the dust cloud the red eyes glinted malevolently. Some figures retreated, their courage wavering in the face of such raw power. But most held their ground.

A smile, hidden behind the mask, formed on Neveah's lips. He could feel it – the hateful look they were giving him, how they wanted to crush him... Ahh how he missed this feeling, the uncontrolled battlefield.

Raising both arms upto shoulder level Neveah unleashed another power.

An invisible force of gravity, slammed down upon the area. A collective gasp rose from the remaining onlookers as the weight of a thousand seemed to crush them. Metal groaned, wood splintered, bones broken well the ones who were in his range and without skeletal support their flesh crumpled like thick wet paper, blood spewing on the floor forming bloody art...

Unfortunately none died they regenerated somehow back to life.

"That's why I love vampires, you can be cruel as you like, they'll just come back," he chuckled, a dark amusement coloring his voice.

Some figures below grunted and groaned under the artificially made pressure, but none yielded.

If Neveah could have seen them, he would have witnessed a chilling display of unwavering determination etched on their faces.

Neveah then deactivated the gravity field. The air eased off, and a collective sigh of relief rippled through the some of the opponents.

A figure erupted from the rooftops, a blazing orange fire covered fist shot towards Neveah's chest.

Neveah reacted with ease, twisting his body with grace. The fiery projectile shot past him, with a burning hiss. He turned, curiosity on his face and sized up his attacker.

"Hmm," he mused, "an upper 7-star. You're pretty decent too."

The attacker, flames flickered at his fingertips, preparing for another assault.

"But that's not how to use flames," Neveah continued, a hint of condescension dripping from his voice.

He raised a hand, and a dark flame but at the same time giving off light condensed om his palm with a roar.The Black flames, erupted from his palm, a stark contrast to the attacker's.

Panic flickered across the attacker's face as he realized his mistake. He lunged backwards, desperately trying to escape the chilling flames. But Neveah was faster.

He quickly grabbed the man's neck before he could step backwards, chocking him but he wasn't done...

The other hand, covered in black fire, reached out with a terrifyingly slow speed and... It met the attacker's horrified face. A scream, raw and instinctive, erupted from the victim as the black flames danced across his flesh, making it sizzle before consuming him with whole.

Only to leave behind a couple of bones that were breaking off like burnt cigarette ash and intact limbs that were slightly charred, but still there.

The struggle was brief then his life force extinguished within seconds. Neveah released the charred husk with a dismissive flick of his wrist, the body collapsing into a heap at his feet.

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. "Tsk, tsk," he murmured. "He's dead. And Is it okay to kill?" he asked.

A silent pause hung in the air before Sharon's voice, laced with a hint of tiredness, materialized in his head. "It's not okay, but at the same time, it is not not okay."

"I see," Neveah replied, with understanding.

He turned his gaze towards the remaining red-eyed figures, their silhouettes unwavering in the darkness. They hadn't flinched at the brutal display of power, their resolve as solid as the ground below them.

Neveah's lips curved into a genuine, crazy grin. "Come then," he challenged, his voice ringing out into the space.

" This muthafucka is crazy." Many thought.