Day 29

Mood: Angered

“You let the Dark Knight be the host for the beast did you not?” Lucian the Kid asked Faye-Ling. They were in a temple for Shao-lin monks. A place where Faye-Ling frequented when she was still alive and in the real world. She was performing a series of fluid motions with her hands stretched out and legs high in the air. “A practitioner of Wing chun are you not? Pointless.” Lucian chuckled his pale lips parting slowly. He jumped off the stone lion he was sitting upon and started to walk slowly, his boots clicking slowly. Though aggravated by the presence of the death god Faye-Ling continued to practice. “Martial arts is for fools.” Lucian said and Faye-Ling ceased and turned to Lucian with the intention of throwing him out of her temple. To show her seriousness she created a high pressure barrier around her for a second. “How pathetic, they say the weakest dog barks the loudest.”

“Do not disrespect the martial arts or I will snap your pretty boy neck.” Faye-Ling proclaimed as her glove glowed white. Lucian scratched his throat, egging her on. He clearly had no regard for his life, was it the curse of being a death god or the curse of an inflated ego?

“The martial arts are long dead, now is the day of guns.” Lucian said as he quickly drew his pistols and fired at lightning speed. The sound of metal clashing with stone rang out throughout the temple and birds that nested themselves on the roof flew away in terror of the bullets hoping they didn’t ricochet at them. “I have seen many people who have outsmarted fighters but I have yet to see someone outsmart a bullet.” Lucian said as he took a bullet and pointed it to the side of his brain. He loaded the gun and spun the barrel. Faye-Ling took a deep breath and saw that the floor around her was shot up and broken. This made her even more angry than she already was. At faster speeds than Lucian could shoot she climbed up the stairs to him and knocked the barrels out of the revolver making them clang on the ground spilling out all of the bullets on the gray concrete tiles.

“That’s nice but what happens if you don’t have any bullets?” Faye-Ling tossed her red hair in Lucian’s face and walked away. Now it was Lucian’s turn to feel enraged. He teleported in front of Faye-Ling and grabbed her with a bony hand.

“Don’t you dare disrespect me. I am a god, you are nothing but a mere human, a human that has entered the cold embrace of death.” Lucian said his grip becoming even tighter.

“Yes but I got out of your embrace and was brought back to fulfill my goal.” Faye-Ling slapped his hand away. Lucian looked at her with disgust.

“And what exactly is this goal?” Lucian asked now running a hand through his light blue hair.

“I will get Justice to be mine.”

“Impossible.”

“You son of a bitch!” Faye-Ling raised her hand to him.

“That boy is close to death, even with your assistance he is bound to die a young man.” Lucian said as he pulled a pistol out of his belt. “Nah nah nah. Bad little zombie.” Lucian said as she drew backwards.

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s going to die, the darkness will kill him, he may be in control of it but it still continually eats at his life. If I were you I would give up and kill that Elf girl while you still are alive yourself. It will save me the trouble of doing it myself.” Lucian said as he opened a portal and stepped through it disappearing from sight only leaving behind a cackling laughter.