Sorry for the infrequent uploads lately, ngl the motivation to write this story has definitely diminished, but I can tell you 2 things.
This story will NOT be given up on, I plan to see thai throughAfter this arc I'm going to take a break, a long one probably
Without any further yapping, enjoy the show :)
(Third Person POV)
Vox slowly stood up, his blue suit steadily turning into a brilliant white. His eyes were closed while a grin was plastered on his face, until he opened them up, one of them being a crimson red and the other being a holy yellow.
He looked down at his hands, slowly clenching and unclenching them in astonishment before lightly throwing a punch at the air, white electricity sizzling up and down his arm. "He…hehe…heheHAHAAHAHHA."
He couldn't stop laughing, his eyes gaining a crazed look as he stared up at the ceiling. "Yo, dude, I still gotta eat so can we wrap this shit up please?" Vox slowly stared at James who was just standing there bored.
"Yeah, yeah we can wrap it up." Vox gave a cruel smirk and leveled a hand at James.
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"Are we seriously doing this shit again?" James exasperatedly said, pointing a single finger at Vox and sending out a dismantle... That Vox was able to dodge, leaving Valentino to get a glancing blow. "HEY!"
'My cursed energy… It's delayed, that must be his ability.' James' initial bored expression turned into a slight frown. 'Alright then, I don't even need Shrine for him, I got something for all of them.'
'Binding Vow: Shrine cannot be used for the next hour, in exchange for the next 15 minutes, my reinforcement is boosted by 150%.' A chain was tightened around his heart and the binding vow was complete.
"Hey, what's wrong fuckface can't use your weird fucking energy anymore?" Vox called out, rushing at James and tried to punch his chest, only for James to sit there and tank it, the force of Vox's punch seemingly disappearing when coming into contact with James' chest.
"You are a worthless, bitch-ass TV, you know that, Vox?" Vox snarled at his words, jumping back only to be met with James right in front of him, clamping his hands around his throat. "I'm just gonna break you, you're gonna keep getting repaired, I'll break you again, you'll get repaired, why? Because you keep smelling the fucking syrup!"
His hands kept tightening as Vox threw punch after punch at his chest, trying to get him off… But nothing worked."I think I'll do all of hell a favor and kill you right now, get everyone else a piece of oxygen in this red hell-scape that we're a part of, cuz what do you even do?" He nods in Valentino's direction "Work with a rapist?"
James looked at Vox again, seeing what he felt but all he saw was nothing as Vox had already passed out from oxygen deprivation. James took a deep breath, dropping Vox to the ground and making his frown turn into a grin that was so good it almost didn't seem forced. "Alright, rapist, ready to die now?" He looked in Valentino's direction.
Valentino was horrified, seeing his companion on the floor. "Y-y-you–"
"Me, me me." James mocked, slowly walking closer to Valentino who steadily backed up until he hit a wall. "I didn't even do anything wrong, every single person who signed contracts with me did so out of their own free will, even that slut Angel Dust! I'm not the bad guy here!"
James said nothing, his fake grin falling into a neutral expression as he continued to walk towards Valentino until he squatted down next to him. "...When I was 15, I went to a party one time. It was from this popular girl… I think I forgot her name… Ironic." He gave a mirthful chuckle and continued.
"Let's just call her Stacy. Somehow this high school sophomore had gotten more than enough alcohol and drugs to supply over 70 kids like us in an overnight party. So I went and did what any kid would: I drank, I smoked and did other stuff…" James looked off to the side, almost seeming as if he was reminiscing.
"I dunno how, but I eventually got in bed with her… I was getting charged with sexual assault 2 days later. Stacy was rich, rich enough to have cameras that she disabled so her parents wouldn't know what she was doing, so I, a man, was in a room with a woman for a long time without any cameras and got accused of assault… I guess you could see how that ended up."
"My court date was a week later, but I would never go there… You wanna know why?" James looked back at Valentino, his eyes full of held-back sadness. "She killed herself… It was said that she did it out of trauma and stress, and because she couldn't testify in court as the only witness, I got off scott free."
"And do you know the worst part? I r e f u s e d to take any sort of responsibility, 'She's the one that bought the drugs and liquor', 'she's the one who invited me', 'she came onto me', 'it wasn't my fault'." Tears began to form at the edge of his eyes, threatening to fall down.
"So tell me Valentino…"
GHLUCK!
Valentino's throat tightened as James grasped it, his hands gripping onto it like a man on a mission while looking scornfully in his eyes. "Am I the bad guy? Did I do anything wrong by making a woman kill herself?" His hands lightened up, but didn't let go, still forcing Valentino to look at him.
"I may hate you because you assaulted Angel Dust, but that's not the main reason. The reason why I hate you so much is because you remind me too much of myself, so I'm gonna do something someone should've done to me."
He threw Valentino on the floor, glaring at him disdainfully and snapped his fingers, soon Nue flew above James and dropped a familiar figure in front of him and Valentino: Alastor. He looked horrible, electrical scars marking his face and chest, still spasming on the ground.
"I'll make you and your group take responsibility."
'Binding vow: Nue will disappear in 5 minutes, in exchange he gains the ability to hit souls and his lightning gets stronger by 200%'
The feeling of a chain tightening around James' heart, the binding vow taking place as a gleam of H a T e bloomed in his eyes. He stepped on the ground, causing a small wall of earth to bloom behind the three, making sure there is nowhere to run.
SNAP
CRACK
With a snap of his fingers, a lightning bolt rained down from Nue's feather's, striking them down. Alastor and Vox instantly woke up, the shocks of the volts striking their nerves and causing them unimaginable pain.
SNAP
The screams of the sinners continued, their suffering not short-lived.
SNAP
CRACK
And they just kept screaming.
SNAP
CRACK
And screaming.
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Almost as if James was in a trance, he kept snapping and bolts kept coming down on the three, their suffering continuing until…
SNAP
….
SNAP SNAP
…
The snaps stopped along with the screaming, their bodies becoming nothing more than corpses dyed black with patterns of lightning staining the floor.
"...I'm hungry."
James said as he walked away, putting his hands in his pockets and attempting to leave as impassively as possible.