"Speech"
'Thoughts'
[Narration]
{Chat}
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(Third POV:)
Currently, Sceptix and Ghost are walking through the empty streets of the city. Nothing was spawning as if dreading something's oncoming presence, and this was making the already restless Sceptix even more restless.
Ghost looked to the sky, noticing the dark clouds that hung above with a frown on his face. Turning back to Sceptix, he saw Sceptix's fingers twitch restlessly.
"Would you cut that shit out? It's getting annoying!" Ghost raised his voice almost as if he would start screaming if he raised it just a little higher.
Sceptix's expression changed to pure rage as he clenched both fits and held them in a gesture he had done once before.
"Do you want some too? We can do this, right here, right now, bastard!" Sceptix screamed, and as he finished speaking, he grated his teeth. "With this treasure!"
Ghost immediately grabbed Sceptix's left hand and gave him a punch in the gut.
"EURGH!" Sceptix almost coughed out saliva but was barely able to catch himself.
Ghost grabbed him by his hair and took a long and angry look into his eyes. "Are you fucking retarded? We got into this situation because of you, and now you just can't wait to throw away your life again!"
Ghost let go of Sceptix's hair and began walking away. "It's like summoning Mahoraga has turned you into some 'potential man!'" Ghost began quickening his pace as he screamed out to the sky.
The sky seemed to hear him as small droplets of rainfall began pouring down.
Sceptix, seeing Ghost walk away, quickly stood up and began walking toward him. "The fuck, do you know? Summoning Mahoraga was the only thing I could do, and against you with this new bullshit power, what else can I do?!" Sceptix wildly flailed his limbs in response to what he was saying.
"What do I know?" Ghost grew even angrier at his idiocy and turned around. "I saved you multiple times! I threw away my life for you and could have died if not for me practicing my abilities! All you've done is sit on your ass and get paid for being born the son of Akira in this world."
*CR-CRRZZSSHH*
Thunder had struck far off in the distance as the rain began pouring harder.
"Oh yeah, bitch? Let's see what Souei thinks then!" Sceptix pointed behind Ghost with a victorious grin on his face.
"What?" Ghost whispered. He had no idea what Sceptix was talking about. Turning around, Ghost's eyes widened.
"No way..." Ghost couldn't believe what he was seeing, and his voice quivered.
Sceptix, who had a victorious smile, slowly turned his head in confusion. He didn't understand why Ghost held a look of fear; it was only Souei.
"Sceptix, that isn't Souei." Ghost whispered once more in shock and unnerved uncertainty. His eyes held fear, while his face forced a cringing expression.
"What? That's Souei; just look at him!" Sceptix looked back and forth between Ghost and Souei as he spoke. The rain was pouring harder and harder as time went on.
"Sceptix! We have to get out of here right now!" Ghost screamed as he grabbed Sceptix's arm and proceeded to turn 180 degrees. "There's no time to explain; we have to-!"
"Move once more, and you both die," Sukuna said as he appeared right behind Ghost's right hand, which held onto Sceptix's arm.
Both Sceptix and Ghost immediately froze. They felt as if a thousand pounds had just landed on every inch of their body, and even though the rain poured, it felt as if every word he said was said right into their ear.
[This was the reason Yuji Ghost had tried to grab Sceptix Fushiguro. Due to not having unlocked the ability to harm the soul, Sceptix Fushiguro could not see the markings on Sukuna's body. To Sceptix, it looked as if Souei was just standing there in the rain. While Yuji Ghost could also not see the markings, he had seen the message in the chat about what had transpired.]
"Now that I look at you..." Sukuna walked around Ghost until he made his way to the front of his face, only two feet away. "It seems I was wrong. The world hasn't fully forced me into your creation but has used something I own."
Sukuna then turned to Sceptix. His face was much more disappointed than anything as he stared into the brat's soul through his eyes.
"You've failed your part of the bargain, Fushiguro brat," Sukuna said as he made his way past Sceptix. Both the backs of Sceptix and Ghost faced his back. "I'll let you off with a warning."
"Huh?" That was all that came out of Sceptix's mouth in a whisper before it happened.
Sceptix watched as both his hands turned into cubes; the cubes were turned into a near dust of blood, and then his arms and legs fully disappeared.
Ghost was no longer holding anything as Sceptix's arm that he had been holding onto only left droplets of blood on his fingers that were being washed away by the rain.
Sceptix's body flopped to the wet, cold concrete below him as his limbs were eviscerated. His reverse curse technique instantly kicked in, but before he could get anywhere-
*CRACK*
The back of Sceptix's head was stepped on by the bottom of Sukuna's foot. He rubbed the bottom of his shoe onto the back of Sceptix's head as if he stepped into some dog shit.
"This is punishment for your failure to keep your word. You don't deserve to heal from the agony or to feel the heat of a warm blanket. Taste the cold, hard, and wet concrete and become accustomed to feeling its embrace." Sukuna made a repulsed face while he spoke, to heal from an attack he gave you—a sin in itself.
Ghost's eyes immediately dilated as he turned on his heel and pulled back his fist! His hands grew scales once more as he gritted his teeth.
Only for his punch to not land. Sukuna had caught his wrist without looking. Turning one of his four eyes to Ghost, Sukuna stared in disgust.
"Was that supposed to be a black flash?" Sukuna's face almost retched as he spoke to Ghost. "Your cursed technique doesn't even seem to be all that interesting; how disappointing."
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
A massive number of dismantles racked Ghost's body. The slashes were landing all over his face, chest, arms, and legs.
"That should-!" Sukuna didn't get to finish speaking as Ghost's other fist had found a nice perch in his cheek.
Sukuna had let go of Ghost's wrist when he had been punched and was left in that position, unmoving. Sukuna's body had frozen, be it from shock or from the absolute anger that coursed through his body.
"Here I was, allowing you to live without any warning, as I had given your warning to the other brat." Sukuna spat out the words as he looked at Ghost with rage.
Ghost's eyes suddenly widened as he felt an indescribable amount of danger. Instantly, Ghost's scaled arms were cut off and turned into three thick slices.
Before the pain could register, Sukuna's leg implanted itself into Ghost's face, sending him flying backward. His body hit a building, crashed through the wall, and came to a stop on the floor of the building.
"Onto the next two." Sukuna put his leg back down as he spoke. Walking past the bodies of Ghost and Sceptix, he went in the direction of his main targets. "Hopefully, these two could give me more of a challenge."
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