THE TRUTH SEEKERS
CHAPTER 9: THE BEAST INSIDE

...CHAPTER 9: THE BEAST INSIDE...

"GAHHKK-"

Razark Shiryuu was shocked. The boy who was previously so silent suddenly bit the intersection of his shoulder.

"Fuck--" Strong arms push that little body away. Razark immediately held onto his shoulder which was throbbing painfully. Staring fiercely at the boy who had just bitten him like a madman. Found the bite marks bleed out which gave a reddish color to the shirt he was wearing.

"... Shit, this kid-"

The pair of hazel squealed sharply. The figure in front of him seemed cool licking fingers that were covered with blood. A sweet smile that doused horror was attached to a plain face that he had never seen. Cleans the remaining blood on the corner of his lips with his tongue. Head up, eyes pointing towards him. Eyes of different colors that reflect the threat and horror at the same time-right gold and left red pomegranate.

The boy who was so quiet, shy, and timid suddenly became like this.

Something is wrong. There was an unpleasant feeling coming from the boy.

"Hey uncle~"

The call flowed from the pair of lips that continued to carve a smile. Walk closer and climb on the creaking bed. Leaning a much smaller body towards the Razark that stayed in place. The skinny moving hands touched the resolute jawed face and locked their gazes.

Eyes so beautiful yet save the impression of death. No more reflections from the soft figure that was so weak before. There is only the depth of a full sense of mystery.

This figure is definitely not "Langa".

"Could you really delay me?"

That pair of heterochromes glittered sinisterly. Seemed so interested in Razark putting on a hardened face. His body was pushed slowly. Fingers that are still wrapped in red fluid begin to guerrilla around the shoulders and chest that pounding. Deliberately opening the top two buttons of the shirt. Stain a white shirt with a bright red color. Then boldly rubbed the incision scar on the corner of Razark's rough lips.

"Can I pay you a favor with this?"

Breathing spreads at the intersection of the neck. The face is pulled closer, opening the rough lip gap with a cold thumb. The lips that carved a smile approached, sticking out a tongue-tie

Instantly the small body was pushed and dropped onto the bed. The burly hand deftly locks the wrist over the head and presses it in such a way that it does not budge. Caged the figure under even more domineering pressure. Those rough lips carved a cynical smile. A pair of hazel looked with interest at the young man below him who looked surprised by what had just happened, he said,

"You should have run to me that day. It turns out that 'your problem' is much more troublesome than I thought."

"Ofur-ummpphh!!" The protest was silenced when Razark immediately thrust two fingers into the boy's mouth. Making the figure almost choke and can not say anything.

"You think you can do something like that?" The finger that slid into the mouth pressed the tongue firmly. "Get out of his body."

The fingers in the mouth rub the tongue. The small body below is slumped. Being pressed in such a way as not to move and detach from its grip. But before he could make his goal, a great shock occurred like a collapse of his entire world. Razark limp, feeling something invisible hit him.

"Khhkk-"

BRAKK!!

Razark's burly body was pushed hard to hit the wall. Increased pain in the bitten shoulder. When he realized the figure of Langa had disappeared from before him.

"Damn it!"

Razark ran out of the room and served up the living room containing only furniture. Figured for the whereabouts of the boy before finally finding the figure outside. A pair of legs casually walked along the width of the veranda fence directly adjacent to the free air. The air was still cold and the sun had not been shining. The figure had jumped with the intention of playing around. It was as if he had no fear if only his legs slipped or his thin body was blown away by the wind.

"Kyaah~ has not seen direct sunlight for a long time. It feels so good." He monologued, "The world has changed so much that I've been pangling. Seeing it for real like this is different.."

Suddenly the skinny hand was forcefully pulled and crashed into a much more stocky body. Razark put on an annoyed face and looked at him full of irritation, "Stop putting him in danger."

"Ah, why is Uncle so insistent with me?"

The deg!

"Evil..."

STUMBLING-BLACK

An uncomfortable aura suddenly filled the room. Like a thick dust that spreads and stifles. Razark was shocked to see static electricity. Found himself distressed by the gripping aura emanating from the boy. An extremely uncomfortable and threatening aura swirled around him.

"But before, Uncle was very gentle with me. Why do you want to hurt me now?"

"Khk-"

LAD!!

The window broke into pieces when Razark suddenly bounced and fell to the floor. Pushed by an invisible wall that hit him hard again. Pain felt in the back. Razark tried to get up but unexpectedly his body could not be moved at all. It was as if there was a super strong gravity nailing him to the floor. The figure of the boy in an oversize white shirt stepped past the broken glass and stopped before Razark. Raised his hand and immediately Razark's body just lifted up. The plump fingers then move towards the shoulder with bite marks, "Hey uncle, answer me. Why are you being rude to me?"

"You're not Langa. Don't talk like you're him."

"Why did Uncle say that?" Reply Langa intentionally flicked her lips. Mefengek is like a 10-year-old boy. Now Razark is giggling. Staring at the figure before him with a face of disgust full of demeaning impression, "That boy does not have a foul nature and aura like you. You're just a parasite that sticks to his body."

Suddenly the atmosphere became cold. It was cold as if strangling the neck. The boy giggled amusedly as he clutched his stomach hard.

"Based on this bastard..." The eyes returned to him, but were now shrouded in great anger, "How much do you know?"

Those deadly beautiful eyes reflected Razark's figure.

The boy had been possessed by a 'Monster'.

There was no sense of trepidation when Razark replied, "What if you guessed it?"

A wicked smile. Now that flat, stiffened face felt much more frightening. It was like shining death towards Razark who did not discourage his frequent. There's anger. Hatreds. Curiosities. And various negative emotions reflected from the heterochrome pair.

"You're too confident. You are not comparable to us." The hand moved, touching Razark's face and gripping him. Eyes glared sharply, "I'll blow your brains out if you know too much."

ZRTTT

"Guhkk-"

Heterochrome eyes nailed Razark's figure. It looks like a different color laser. Razark jerks. At that time the contents of his head were like in a tabrik. He felt dizzy and wanted to vomit at the same time. Migraines are great and like being dredged by something. His mind was opened one by one. The series of images were like photobox as if it was passing through his head. It was sucked into a vacuum cleaner that was like wiping out his memory.

ZRTT

The wry hand distorted for a moment then was parried away. The boy fumed backwards while holding his wrist that hurt like an electric shock. Razaek detached from the bridle that held him back and stood up haughtily.

"aww... Maddened... You pushing me?" The face looked so happy like a madman, "Great. HOW GREAT!" he screeched in excitement and intended to get closer, "Ah... I really want you!"

The face was full of madness. It charged towards Razark at incredible speed. Razark tried to dodge each of his attacks and resisted the backlash that led to him. The lacing from that little fist somehow felt so strong and hard.

"Hey come on, are you just going to hold on? You think I'm just messing around?"

The boy flicked his finger that was still covered in blood, then said something softly, saying,

"Blood Purification: The Red Whip."

Razark Shiryuu was blown away by the screeching red whip targeting her neck. Jump back and forth agilely to avoid it. But the whip split into four parts and lunged incessantly. Crush sofas and furniture in the living room and scratch the floor. Razark crossed both hands in front of the body to avoid the red whip that led back.

CTASSH

The whip slashed the sleeves of the shirt and drained fresh blood. Razark Shiryuu was pushed back to the wall. Those eyes now turned increasingly sharp, reflecting the figure of the boy with a terrible smile that was playing around with a whip made of blood. The pressure around him did not go away at all. It gets even more terrifying when he starts giggling like a psychopath

"This bastard-he could even use a blood Manipulsion Skill..."

"What's up, Uncle? Are you surprised by my ability?"

Razark grieved, then gave an offensive reply, "I was surprised that it turned out that your voice was so bad."

Like a fire doused in oil, anger exploded from Langa's figure.

"Basic Dirty-mouthed man! I'll shut you down" The attack was launched again, but now Razark has finally released a power that he has been unable to withstand since.

YOSHH!!

A much stronger pressure spread quickly and fended off the attack from the blood whip. Crush that little whip and turn it into a splash of blood again.

"What?!"

Unaccepting, the boy again made a blood seal, but unexpectedly the hand had been gripped first by Razark. Saying a sentence of destructive command that shook from within, "Shut up and out of his body, b*tch."

The little body was trembling with his voice. Staring at the figure that looked so big with eyes that clenched with fear but full of joy, "You can even use 'Lord of Power', an incredible talent..."

There was no smile on Razark's face as the figure began to blabber, "Godhead of the second generation of Truth Seekers, why do you submit to Noblesse and carry out orders like a bloodhound?" He grinned, "Aren't you just wasting your talent? You can do more than this."

"Shut up."

"Are you angry when I peek at your 'past'?

The mouth was then gripped by his big hand, "I will completely crush your soul if you speak unnecessarily."

"Do you think that'll be enough to stop me? Kihui... Foolish~ if I die, this boy will also die you know" he said with a triumphant grin, "So I warn-" Eyes sharpened full of intimidation, "-don't interfere with this boy's business anymore."

This time Razark laughed. He tightened his grip and instantly the figure jumped when it felt a shocking pain. It was as if there were streams of electricity heading towards him non-stop.

"Why-why am I in pain...?"

"You underestimated me?" Razark. With a cold voice and a threatening tone. "Even if you're all present I can still withstand the remains of a 'Forgotten Saint' like you."

This time the figure became very angry, "Little bastard... Stop being so pretentious before I destroy all your veins!"

STUMBLING-BLACK

"GAHK-" The figure broke into shock. A sudden bloody cough when he felt the pressure of a terrifying strength gripping all over his body. It was as if his body was squeezed and blown up from the inside.

Those cold eyes that were panning out and suddenly flashed a golden glint, "You talk too much. Now give the boy back and get rid of it, Old Generation."

"MILK!!"

The figure inside Langa's body howled loudly as Razark gripped his heart and channeled the irregular blackish streams that then entered the body. Kneading violently and trying to break away from Razark by clawing his hand,

"Your son of a bitch, Razark Shiryuu! We will kill you and destroy your soul!"

Withstanding the pain from the claw on his hand, Razark did not budge, "Whispering. Sleep back there. It's not time you showed up in this world."

"Cursed you! Son of b! You won't be able to get 'em all'!"

There was a small grin on Razark's lips when he heard it before he said, "No need to worry. As long as the map and the dictionary are on me, I'll still be able to find it."

Anger is rising. The sound of screaming no longer sounded like the voice of a human. The blood in the body is like boiling and feels to melt all the muscles and bones. Then there was a voice coming from many people when the boy opened his mouth,

"That boy is ours! You won't be able to use it! All your efforts will be in vain!"

"Then you value it and look at it from the bottom of the abyss."

YACHKHHH!!!

The pain sounds long. An explosion of black electricity mixed with white light entered Langa's body and disappeared. The air around swirled around so violently that it ravaged the peaceful central space. Fall, break, scatter, shake the room with a senseless power. Just when the shrill was stopped, the dense air around subsided. The previous sinister heterochrome eyes slowly disappeared and turned into a pair of black marbles staring at mesu, who was,

"...Sir... Razarks..."

He lost consciousness and drifted towards Razark. Razark caught his body and then rubbed the black strands attached to his chest. Sighing for a short breath, those tired-looking eyes stared around the room turning into a mess.

"You're gonna have to pay me more for this, Langa."

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