Ghost Demon approached the hut that belonged to the Doc. The door lay in front of the house ripped off its hinges. The roof was smoking from fire and the inside looked also burnt out. Ghost Demon felt his legs turn to jelly and fell forward catching himself on the wall of the house. He looked around seeing all his experiments and alchemical notes. His beloved books and apothecary supplies all ash, or blackened heaps. He felt a needle through his heart as he looked around for signs of a body. He pushed off burnt wood and rubble searching the floors for his old friend. He found nothing and that seemed to give him some hope of finding him. He walked through the burnt house and came out the back to the porch he would spend most of his time. He looked about and then found the Doc sitting on a chair his head rested upon the house wall. The old man had seen better days as his whole body looked beaten and covered in wounds. He was clutching his stomach. Ghost removed a glove and pressed his fingers to the old man's neck. His hand fell as he confirmed that the old doctor was dead.
Ghost Demon slumped to his knees at the foot of the corpse. He removed his mask and revealed tears running down his face. He lost the only father figure he had and now everyone from his past was truly gone. The feeling was overwhelming and his heartfelt shattered. He then approached the dead doctor hugged his corpse and picked him up. He walked over to a empty space of grass and dirt. He laid the doctor down and found a linen blanket from the house. He found a shovel still intact and walked back to the body. He folded his hands upon his chest and then wrapped the linen around him tight and tied it. He then started digging a hole. Didn't take him long with his enhanced strength from cultivation. But the process in his mind felt that each time the spade cut into the dirt.
When he was finally done he lingered staring at the body. He then picked the old man up and laid it into the earth. He knelt down by the body, "Probably should say a few words. I want to thank you for everything. You were there for me more than anyone had been. And I'm sorry I wasn't here for you" he then started crying. "I'm sorry I failed to be the hero you thought I could be" he wiped away his tears. "May you find peace and I hope we see eachother again. I promise to carry your teachings with me" he then filled the hole.
After he was done he felt anger and this was directed at Torrent. His order led to this and now the city was locked down by the Red Demon with no reason to keep him around. He directed his gaze at the palace.
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Torrent sat in the throne room swaying in the seat. On the ground were empty bottles of wine. His army had vomit stained on the breastplate and his helmet lay on the ground. Revealing his fat face and chin beard. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth as he stared at the ceiling with a blank expression.
He clenched the bottle between his fingers and lifted it to his lips while taking another drink. "I will be executed by the king when he returns. I lost his arena, his commanders who defend this city, and a vigilante still on the loose" he groaned sitting up. He got to his feet and staggered over to the oculus overlooking the city. Plumes of smoke billowed out in different spots of the city. He looked at the spot the arena used to be a perfect black circle was all that was left of it.
From the hall he could hear gunshots ring out. He turned, staring at the duel doors that were closed and barricaded shut from even the guards. He could hear the screaming and yelling. From underneath the door a flow of darkness started to come from under the door. It flowed edging the bottom of the doors and then with a quick flash a spike of black passed through the center cutting through the barricade. The doors came open abruptly and from the dark hall came a belt of grenades. Torrent stared at the belt and then reacted quickly running towards the other end of the room. An explosion erupted throwing him back slamming into a wall. He got up quickly and swayed. He then vomited a belly full of wine falling to all fours. He crawled forward over the puddle and got to his feet. He manifested mace and was a staggering mess as he corrected himself stomping forward. He then stopped in his tracks as right in front of his eyes a man with an oni mask and cloak materialized in front of him.
He then scowled and threw up more wine keeling over. "By the gods you truly are pathetic?" Torrent stood erect and wiped his face. "You're the Ghost Demon? You weren't found so come to turn yourself in?" Torrent wiped sweat from his brow. "You had innocent people massacred today and all you can think to do was drink yourself into a stupor? Doesn't seem out of guilt though that requires a conscience? Are you celebrating?" He then unsheathed his sword and held it at his side. "All that blood isn't on my hands it's on yours! If you had been obedient like the rest of the people…" he was then hit across the face. Ghost Demon for one split second was far and in a flash was in front of Torrent. He crumbled backward, falling on his back.
He swiped up with the mace at Ghost Demon who easily dodged it by stepping backwards. Torrent got and growling swung wildly at Ghost Demon. He kept moving back and sidestepped each attack. He slashed at Torrent's leg cutting through the chain mail over his quad. He screamed in pain and swung his mace again. It passed through Ghost Demon hitting the ground behind his target. He staggered forward and was then slashed and hit. He fell on his face. A loud crack came from the impact as his nose was broken. Blood poured from it as he stood up swinging the mace behind him at Ghost Demon.
Ghost Demon shot at Torrent shooting through one of his vambraces. His grip loosened on the mace as he was coming up to swing. He groaned in pain and glared at Ghost Demon. He heaved the mace up and orange chi began to flow into the weapon. The end started to glow bright orange and cracks formed on it. He grinned with a blood covered toothy grin. "Boom!" He then swung the mace down creating a massive explosion bringing the very room they stood in down collapsing the ceiling. The oculus shattered into pieces. The floor cracked and the shockwave blew a hole into the walls. Torrent was nowhere to be found. Ghost Demon however was free falling towards a lower tower's roof. He had shrapnel in his side and arms. He then focused on seeing the roof getting closer. He phased through the roof coming to the stairs. He gripped the railing dangling over the middle of the spiral staircase. He screamed in pain as he pulled himself up over the railing and then fell to the ground. He sat up leaning against the wall. His shoulder was out of its socket. He cradled the arm and was breathing heavily, focusing through the pain. He picked up the sword with his good arm and started to slowly make his way down the stairs.