Arc of the Souls Chapter 30: Arc 2, Chapter 13 - Retribution

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Vincent wasn't one to take yes for an answer. Does she have any idea who she was talking to? This was the King of Destruction, trespassing into his domain. Who dares to threaten the King of Destruction? "... Oh really now? I don't think you know who you're talking to." He slapped the arm away from his shoulder and held his hand fully extended at her face, trying to blast her away. But before he could discharge it, she disappeared. "I can see why you're a hard dog to tame. Even Kytan Veyron gave up on you." She appeared behind him, wrapped her right arm around his neck and started choking him, forcing Vincent to pose in a Matrix-like dodging stance. She was facing the opposite way, just crouching to make it harder for him to regain balance should she let go. "Listen. I consider everyone who possesses Souls and Soul-Energy pathetic, meaningless sheep, completely anti self-aware to their delusions and their stupid philosophies that they cling onto like a mother. You're an annoying dog, like any other." She used her left hand and pinched a pressure point, causing Vincent's arm to feel paralyzed and useless. "I've dealt with dogs like you like it was second nature to me. In this world, the word 'Free-Will' is merely a fallacy that sheep use to excuse their mistakes and wrongdoings, pretending they know themselves when they truly know nothing of themselves and how to make sense of their actions. You, like many others, are blinded by their greed, their desires, their stupidity, their lies, their ego; they are blind of what their destiny will come to." The woman lifted them into the air and slammed Vincent against the ground, stomping on his head to keep him down. "Souls guide like masters and serve like slaves. You are a slave to your own curse. In fact, all of you are pawns to Him, one way or another." "Who the fuck are you!?" He questioned. He received another stomp. "Breach of Rule #3, but since I'm in a good mood, I'll abstain from killing you. Just know this: You, are owned by me. Your Soul, is owned by Him. Think of it as a semi-confiscation of your Soul." Vincent laid on the grass, letting himself process everything going on. There was nothing much that happened, but what was happening felt like forever. .:. I've been reduced to being a servant to someone I hardly know... Fuckin' stupid... .:. He thought. "Until He comes back to judge all beings with souls, you will be under my supervision, and your first order is to lay there and shut the hell up until we get to our destination." "And where's that?" Vincent spoke, laying there without fighting back. The woman took off her robe, revealing her fiery, orange hair. But something seemed more obvious than that: Her eyes were pure white. They held no iris nor pupils, and seemingly didn't reflect light, rendering her as seemingly blind. Blind, yet so strong that it was impossible to comprehend it. "..." He decided not to ask about it since that would be breach of rule number 3. Then, the woman sat down on the tree trunk, the robe perfectly laid down on her lap as if she had done this countless times already. Her posture looked perfect; poised, elegant and statuesque. Something she needed to do to remap her spatial hearing awareness of the world. However good her hearing was, it also meant she suffered from hypersensitive hearing. Certain noises agitated her deeply. But what Vincent noticed about her is that she wasn't sure if she was sitting down a tree trunk, and stood up a couple of times trying to find it with her hands while staying silent. If she has such good spatial awareness, why was she struggling to realize that she was sitting down just then? Then, she crouched and put her ear close to the tree trunk, slapping it when she finally found it, sitting down on it and relaxing. Vincent was amazed by this, watching this entire ordeal. What is she? Why is she acting like that? What's going on with her? What's she? She has superhuman strength and speed despite not harbouring a Soul