17: The Fangworm's Demise

The Fangworm's Demise

The colosseum was full of people now, created by the Outlander to make it seem as if there was a huge audience impatiently waiting for the 'main event' to start. None of them even had faces, instead they were shrouded in a black miasma that caused them to appear demonic in nature with glowing empty sockets for eyes.2

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The onlookers screamed at the top of their lungs like a mantra, hungry to see pure chaos take place. They clearly seemed insane, flailing their arms about and occasionally hitting one another in the process.

I had been transported to an underground waiting room, which only had an uncomfortable bench to sit on. There was a horrible smell coming from somewhere too, reminiscent of a rotten corpse, and it wouldn't be the first time I've been around one of those.

Is this what Gladiator's constantly breathed in? Ugh...

I glanced at the door when I could hear the sound of footsteps behind it, quickly standing up and readying myself for the fight of my life.

The door opened up and revealed Cyrus Inkwell on the other end, a grim smile plastered on his face in a way that annoyed the hell out of me. The older man spread an arm out, motioning towards the hallway that would lead me outside and into the arena of death.

After a while, I eventually stepped out of a dark tunnel and into the view of everyone sitting in the stands, but it wasn't exactly a pretty sight when what looked like demons were staring back at him.

"Ugly sons of bitches..." I muttered under my breath with disgust before the Outlander's booming voice resounded throughout the entire colosseum. The Outlander had apparently decided to not read the announcer's script, instead getting straight to the point.

"Your first opponent will be B'hura Adrjuc, the man-eating Fangworm!" The Outlander yelled in excitement, acting as if his favorite show was about to come on with a bag of popcorn in his hands.

(The picture of the worm's appearance will be here.)

I didn't like the sound of that title at all, glancing in all types of directions so that it would be less likely for me to be caught off guard. However, if there was one thing that a lot of people never remembered to do, is was to look up and down.

The only sign of danger I felt was the ground shaking a second before it happened, which led me to jump out of the way just in the nick of time. In the spot that I was just standing in, it was as if a bomb had been planted with how the ground burst open only to release a huge worm that had rows of sharp teeth within it's wide maw. Purple scales seemed to go on for miles as it's body kept coming out of the new hole it made.

"What the fuck?!"

The monstrous worm let out an odd clicking noise from it's mouth as it reeled it's ugly face back to strike and I quickly picked myself up off the ground before running to the left. I kept my eyes locked onto it as it plunged forward, intent on putting me inside of it's stomach.

"No, you don't!"

Once it was just a few feet away from taking my life, my body vanished into a puff of black smoke and suddenly appeared on the back of the Fangworm, eliciting an overexaggerated reaction from all of the people in the stands.

The Outlander was really beginning to get on my nerves...

Raising both of my arms up into the air, a swirling ball of darkness took shape in the middle of my hands before it began to stretch and mutate into a straight dagger. When it fully solidified, I plunged it into the worm's purple scales, the blade going through and tearing the vulnerable flesh apart underneath.

A pained whine resulted from the stab wound as it tried to shake me off by moving around violently. However, I proceeded to repeat my actions by forming another dagger that looked identical to the first one and continuously dug the blades into it's skin. I made sure that the blades had a serrated edge just to add some extra damage whenever they punctured it's scales.

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~The Outlander's POV~

Levitating in the air, my eyes narrowed in annoyance. Not only did I want to be entertained, but I wanted to see the puny human struggle for his life. Disappointment filled my being as I crossed my arms while watching the fight, which caused the chains wrapped around my body to make a slight clinking noise.

I've been stuck in this stupid dimension for ages, forced to live in isolation because of a seal placed on me by my own kin. The Xerviator race is an incredibly strong alien species that lives within their own void world, which is an endless dimension thats unreachable unless you're one of them. They'll also occasionally leave and travel through space, albeit with good intentions.

The Xerviator's may be very powerful but they actually respected things other than themselves, going so far as to create certain rules that the rest had to follow unless they wanted to be severely punished.

I was never really a fan of being ordered around or their stupid rules, deciding to leave the boring dimension one day in order to find something fun to do, which inevitably caused the destruction of a planet when someone of another species insulted my appearance.

Due to that, I was essentially disowned by the rest of my kin and they placed a seal on me beforehand that would drain my power until I eventually died out. I actually would've died sooner if not for my unique affinity, which some of us were lucky enough to be born with.

My affinity was obviously darkness.

That was when a brilliant idea had popped into my mind. Using a fragment of my own power, I insert it into a ring and successfully created a dimension that wasn't in any way connected to my birthplace. The dimension could only be accessed with the ring, which was always kept within my possession, and I would use to prolong my condition so that I could find a solution to the problem.

After tirelessly searching for a quick fix, I had concluded that there wasn't anything I could do to save myself. The seal that was placed upon me wasn't going to be coming off.

I had finally accepted my fate.

However, that wouldn't stop me from causing a little ruckus before my time was up.

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~Darren's POV~

I stood next to a downed Fangworm, arms tired from all of the stabbing they had been doing.

Meanwhile, the monster was laying in a pool of it's own blood, which was oddly enough a murky green color. To be honest, it looked disgusting as the big ass worm took it's final breath before lying completely still on the ground.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I collapsed to a knee in exhaustion and used the back of my hand to wipe some sweat from off of my forehead. Even the people in the stands seemed to have gotten somewhat quieter, which felt nice after a fight like that.

However, it also unsettled me for some reason.

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