Chapter Three: The Awakening (Part 2)
The night air burned with tension. The demons hesitated, growling in low tones, but Uburashi smiled.
A cruel, instinctive grin spread across his face as he flexed his fingers, the blue aura crackling around them. "Yeah… that’s right." His voice was barely above a whisper, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerous.
"You fuckers tried to kill me."
He lunged forward. One punch one explosion of raw power. The nearest demon barely had time to react before its entire body disintegrated in mid-air, reduced to nothing but bck mist.
The others rushed in, desperate, reckless. Uburashi didn't move. He didn't need to. Each punch sent another demon into oblivion, their bodies unable to withstand the force of his attacks.
It was too easy. Too effortless.
Until it appeared.
A towering figure emerged from the shadows, its presence alone silencing the battlefield.
Unlike the others, its body was not grotesque or misshapen. It was refined. Almost human-like, yet wrong in every way.
Its skin was smooth and bck, like polished obsidian, with glowing red cracks pulsing across its chest and arms. Its face was featureless except for a single wide, grinning mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth.
And its eyes pure white voids that seemed to stare through his soul.
Uburashi scoffed. "You're just another one of them." He stepped forward. "One punch, and you’re dead like the rest."
He swung.
His fist connected but instead of the demon exploding like the others, nothing happened.
No blood. No mist.
Nothing.
Uburashi barely had time to process it before the demon’s fist smmed into his gut.
Pain.
A shockwave tore through his body as he was sent flying. He crashed through steel beams, smming into the dirt with a force that cracked the ground beneath him.
His vision blurred. His ears rang. His body felt like it had been broken from the inside out.
"What… the hell…?" He coughed, spitting blood.
Before he could even move, the smaller demons swarmed him.
Cws sank into his skin. Fangs tore at his arms, his legs they were eating him alive.
His screams died in his throat. The pain was too much. Too real.
"I can’t move… I can’t"
Then everything went bck.
And in that darkness, he saw it.
Not a person. Not a demon.
Something else.
Something ancient. Powerful. Watching.
It whispered, but he couldn’t understand.
A fsh of golden light.
And suddenly
Uburashi woke up.
His body jerked upright, drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged. His fingers cwed at his sheets as if trying to tear himself out of his own skin.
He was back in his room.
"What… the fuck… was that…?"
His hands trembled as he ran them through his hair. He could still feel the pain, the blood, the fear. His stomach ached where the demon had hit him.
He looked down.
No wounds. No bruises.
Like it never happened.
He turned to his bedside clock. 7:42 AM.
"Was it just another nightmare…? But then why the hell did it feel so real?"
His hands curled into fists. He didn’t understand. He didn’t want to.
Breakfast felt wrong.
He sat at the table, staring at his untouched food. The sounds of the city outside were normal, but nothing felt normal anymore.
With a slow breath, he reached for the TV remote and turned on the news.
The screen flickered, and the morning anchor’s voice filled the room.
"Last night, authorities discovered a body at an abandoned construction site in the city’s east district. The victim, identified as a local factory worker, was found mutited beyond recognition."
Uburashi’s blood ran cold.
"Investigators report that the crime scene was covered in what appears to be excessive amounts of blood, though no signs of a struggle have been found. Police are currently"
He turned the TV off.
His breathing was shaky. His fingers dug into his knees. This couldn’t be real.
But it was.
It was too real.
His body wouldn’t stop shaking. He couldn't go to school today. He couldn't pretend this wasn't happening.
He had to stay home.
