VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne-Chapter 84: The Young Master

Master Madik threw his head back, letting out a maniacal and completely crazed laugh at the expressions these miserable whelps were giving him. Their confusion at what he was talking about, and even their anger at his supreme power of their miserable lives. It tasted absolutely delicious and fuelled his ego even more.

Although, could it really be called an ego if it was based in nothing but the most absolute truth? No, it really couldn’t, but that is always what the plebeians accused him off, so the term simply stuck in his head.

"Yes, struggle with the understanding that I have discovered the best class in the entire game! The ultimate gate way to true power, and it comes so easily! This is the golden finger, the gift to the weak to rise above worthless bullies like you!"

He shouted, before letting out another round of manic laughter before continuing,

"With just a single pact with He who Dwells in the Dark, I will transcend above all of you worthless scrubs. While you struggle in the dirt, I will be conquering the heavens with this dark power!

He who Dwells has gifted me just a fraction of his power, and with it came a source! Something the likes of you could never hope to achieve, yet it came so easily to me! This is the ultimate proof of how amazing I am.

As for the likes of you? You should just kneel and beg at my feet for a scrap of this power."

Master Madik puffed out his chest, raising his chin to the ceiling as he imagined the awe inspiring aura that must have been radiating from his glorious body. He snapped his fingers, pointing at the ground before him as he ushered his command to those that were naturally below him.

Obeying without hesitation, one of their number stepped forwards and slowly moved towards them. Her body trembled with fear at his amazing presence, as the woman in black and white armour crouched down once she was in front of him, ready to get down onto her knees.

"That’s it. Kneel and you will be given a taste of supreme pow-"

"SHUT THE HELL UUUUUUP!" Belladonna screamed at the top of her lungs, her fist flying upwards as she shifted her entire body weight behind the punch. It slammed into the young master’s chin, clamping his mouth shut in the middle of his sentence.

His teeth carved through his tongue as they clamped together, before shattering from the sheer force of the blow along with half of his jaw. Master Madik was lifted clean off his feet, performed a beautiful, tight spiral and a half flip in the air, before slamming against the wall hard enough to crack it.

Belladonna heaved like a feral bull, hot air curling from her mouth with every rage filled breath, as the aura of hatred curled off of her with a malevolent evil that challenged Lilith’s. The Hellion in question moved to step forward to check on Belladonna, but Saige quickly put his arm in front of his fiance to stop her, as he gave her a slight shake of the head.

He knew what was coming next, and he especially knew that it was best to stay out of her way until it was over.

"First Saige... I could accept that... A blessing from a god, why wouldn’t it work. But this clown? This... FUCKING IDIOT?! He gets a source.... just like that?!" Belladonna growled lowly, slowly starting to move forwards again.

On the ground, Madik was clutching at his mouth that was overflowing with blood. Half of his tongue was still on the floor, as well as half of his teeth.

"Ftop! Don’t come any clofer!" He whimpered, his speech slurred with every ’s’ sound accompanied by a spray of blood. He tried to crawl backwards, but his back was already against the wall.

Horror like never before gripped his heart as he stared at the pair of glowing crimson eyes slowly stalking towards him through the darkness.

He raised a trembling hand as an unnatural purple energy gathered in his palm before launching towards the eyes. Yet they just tilted slightly, letting the bolt of strange energy crack against the cave ceiling.

His hand shook as he let loose a few more bolts of eldritch energy, but each one hit nothing but rock no matter how hard he tried.

The glowing eyes drew closer and closer, until they suddenly lunged and appeared right in front of him. A hand wrapped tight around his throat, cutting off his pathetic whimpers and every attempt to breathe, as his vision was filled with nothing but the horrible, crimson eyes of the demon he had provoked.

"Do you have any idea... of the pain I had to go through... for what you got for free? No... Of course you don’t... You have no idea of any of my pain. You deserve a lesson."

The cultish disciples in black watched in horror as the woman with crimson eyes started to mercilessly beat their great and powerful leader. He was a man who was fearless in front of horrible beasts, who had slain powerful foes and had even faced death with nothing but a smile on his face.

While they held apprehension in their hearts, wondering if they were good enough for their Dark Lord, it was him... Master Sug Madik, the Great and powerful one, that had valiantly stepped forwards and eagerly took the Dark Lords pact without hesitation.

Most of them here wanted to be just like him and looked up to him as a beacon of strength that would spread the Dark One’s will across the world, and yet... now they were forced to watch him be beaten to a bloody pulp.

Even when he begged, the beating did not stop. When he tried to crawl away, the monstrous woman simply dragged him back by the leg and continued the ’lesson’.

Finally, when the demon grew bored of her play-thing, she finished the young master by plunging her hand deep into his chest and ripping out a deep purple marble, before forcing him to watch as she swallowed it whole.