"It's about time."
Soutas' face contorts with a flippant and sarcastic expression, his eyes darkening not with the idea of defeat but because of the opportunity of a new purpose aided by a being that understands his struggle.
"And Y'know what." Souta instinctually forms a hooked sickle encloaked in a dark menacing aura, emitting a scent of fear only picked up by those who dare end up on the other end of it.
A chain attaches itself to its hilt, Souta re grips the weapon but switches his grip focusing on the chain.
He spins his newly formed weapon
"I don't give a shit about your stupid god anymore" he says growing an unnaturally large grin.
The followers as well as Noel stance in preparation for battle all feeling a strange sense of dread that such a scrawny boy shouldnt be able to emit.
"You're going to regret this boy." Noel snarks, looking toward Soutas' direction.
Souta answers with a face only detailed with an expression of pure malevolence and ego. The weapons aura now reformed around Soutas figure.
Noel dives, being the first to initiate an attack toward Souta.
Souta vanishes.
"Over here." A voice echos
Noel reconfigures his trajectory now heading to the direction of the taunting voice
"dumbass." Souta remarks with a grin
Swinging his hook Noel barely manages to doge backwards only to have his feet swept up from under himself by a chain. Landing on his ass he looks up in fear.
"Doesn't this feel. Farmiliar?" Souta remarks with a wicked smile before kicking Noel hard in the jaw before seemingly vanishing into thin air.
"wh- what was that voice?? y-you fucker!" Noel says angrily attempting to show his fearlessness, the stuttering in his speech giving away his true feelings.
Both Souta and an existence unknown chuckle as one.
The followers take this as their time to pounce on what seems to be Souta distracted
Soutas eyes flash toward their direction before darting toward them at a speed they can't perceive, his body moving as if he werent human.
"This power!" A follower remarks. A darkness enters his vision and dissipates. His world starts turning upside down.
"The hell-?" Souta re enters his vision but upside down. He outstretches his arm and grabs his now decapitated head.
"too slow~" Souta says tauntingly.
He throws the head and refocuses back on the group of followers in front of him.
Some of them shudder in fear from the existence of pure terror that now stands in front of them, primed. Smiling, he remarks.
"Don't get scared now. You're supposed to kill me, remember? What's wrong?"
One of the followers take charge, "DONT GIVE UP"
Souta charges at them, his movements growing more unpredictable, moving as if there were two of him overlapping within the same space.
A glowing knife like object beaming in light flies at Souta and engages with his leg greatly slowing Soutas movement.
"I don't take kindly to being disrespected by some trickster brat." Noel laughs at Souta, looking down at his disposition on the marble floor.
Soutas' breathing intensifies, gripping his wounded leg.
"What the hell?" He seethes in anger still possessing an unnatural smile.
"You're going to regret that." Souta takes a stance re gripping his sickle.
"Well.. unfortunate for you, that blade is enchanted with a spell of paralysis" Noel chuckles at Souta
Soutas pierced leg grows weak, he falls on his wounded leg.
"You really want to die don't you" Souta seethes as his bestial eyes focus at Noel with the intent of killing him.
He stands back up seemingly disabled from engaging in combat, his wound bleeding heavily, he tries to take a step before grimacing and falling groaning in pain.
"Youre fucked now" noel laughs out loud.
Suddenly though, he notices that something seems off.
"Kidding~" Souta says playfully.
Suddenly Noel feels something slam into the back of his head. Falling to the ground, warm blood dripping from his head Noel looks up only to see his dagger lodged into one of the worshippers.
Eyes widening he looks around just to see Souta smiling maniacally.
"Gotcha~" chides Souta playfully.
"What the fuck are you!" Noel remarks at Souta in desperation searching for any explanation that can explain the being he, as well as his followers, find themselves trapped in a church with.
"We're the reaper that's come for you"
Upon saying that Souta began to dance around the church in a devilish way disappearing and reappearing almost at will, reaping lives anywhere he was disappearing before anyone could even hope to react.
Looking on in absolute horror Noel watches as the worshippers are slaughtered one by one.
"Please stop. Spare us" Noel begins to quietly plead as he begins to tear up
"Oh the irony" Noel hears a strange voice say in his ear.
"Watch the consequences of your actions play out"
Feeling two ethereal hands grab his head forcing him to watch as the worshippers are murdered in cold blood, Noel begins to cry as a river of blood flows through the church pews.
After finishing off the last worshipper Souta heads over to where Noel is groveling, weeping into his hands.
"My dear Noel dont cry now." Souta says kindly before his tone grows unbearably cold "It won't save you"
"Why are you doing this? Please at least spare me" Noel pleads through his tears
Smiling down Souta questions almost mockingly "did you listen to me when I pleaded for my life?"
"Bu-" suddenly losing the ability to speak Noel looks down seeing blood pouring downward.
Feeling a deep cut on his throat he begins reaching down and attempting to scoop the blood up and put it back into his body through the large wound. To no avail.
Souta looks onto this pitiful sight before Noel falls over into the pool of blood he so desperately tried to reclaim, his eyes empty and lifeless.
"Goodbye, you pitiful main character" Souta whispers before collapsing.