Singto
Effortlessly blocking a physical attack on his left, Singto allowed his ability to pass through his hand towards his attacker on the right side. This immediately turned one of the two men into a block of ice before shattering into pieces. Without pausing, Singto kicked the remaining attacker and burned him into dust.
Singto roamed his eyes to check the situation. All of his men had their hands full with the numerous winged creatures that attacked his estate. His place is a mess!
If he only knew that this would be the state his estate would be in after he left his mate's house, he wouldn't have returned tonight.
Maybe I should go back and be with my turtle. Dealing with this shit is too tiresome.
Getting rid of winged creatures and halflings who thought it is fun to get in his way through simple hand motions, Singto went straight to Neww and Earth who are surrounded by high level gods.
Can't I just go back and sleep with my turtle? These gods are so not worth my time!
Singto is beyond irritated now that he is wasting more time than planned when he came back to simply have the result of Krist's DNA analyzation from Wad. Now, he's stuck fighting shitheads who think they could defeat him. Singto smirked. As if.
Strong magical energy can be felt in each corner of his estate. Only gods have the ability to use raw magic is such an encompassing way. But such thing is nothing to him. With a flick of his right hand, Singto releases his own magic which automatically cancelled out the suffocating magical energy. But cancelling out magical energy is not enough to fully get rid of it nor its capacity to destroy the place where it is concentrated in.
[Listen to me.] When Singto is sure that all his men are listening to him, he started ordering them about.
There was no need to shout over the noise of magical energies going around and about or to the horrified screams of beings in the verge of death. With their big boss around, Singto's elite of the elite can communicate in their minds.
[Get rid of the magic in the air, Art. Wad, secure the offices. I don't care how many clones you have to make but make sure that they can protect the classified information we have. Mew, watch over Wad's original body and don't leave its side no matter what. Neww, Earth, transport yourselves away from those gods. They are playing with you. I'll deal with them while you finish off their pets. Oaujun, support the two. Fiat, support Oaujun. Kimmon, lead the guards. This will act as their training and rank assessment. When the trashes are gone I expect my estate to be spotless. Do you get me?]
All men internally groaned at Singto's last sentence. Cleaning up the mess after a fight is such a chore!
Spurred into action with Singto's strategy, his men fought against their attackers without holding back. They'll just have to fix everything they destroy along the way later on.
Taking the previous place Neww and Earth were in, Singto faced off with all the high level gods who instantly surrounded him. Sword in hand, Singto decided to play with them for a bit. Since they were asking for his wrath, why not give them a taste?
"You've gone a long way, young man. Having yourself dubbed as 'His Highness' with high reverence from all creatures. You must remember that you wouldn't have gone far without the gods' guidance! Such insolence on your part to disregard our invitation and even attack one of our own!" The god spatted on Singto's feet.
Frowning at the disrespect shown to him by the good looking god, Singto cocked an eyebrow.
"Insolence? Are you referring to me or yourself? You sent a messenger despite the clause in our truce that forbids any of you from leaving your territory. You even have the gal to attack my estate and my men." Eyes flashing molten gold, bloodlust mirrored on his face.
"We are gods! Ruler of everything below our territory. No one disrespects us and gets away with it! Even you, young man. Excellent as you may be, your end must come. Don't worry for it will not be in vain."
One of the gods who seems to be the leader of the group stepped closer to Singto.
"Your death will act as an example to everyone. Your death will establish the greatness of the gods once more!" At his words, highly magical concentrated swords were thrown towards Singto's heart.
In the blink of an eye, the spot were Singto stood was engulfed with smoke as the magical swords hit him.
Accomplished smiles were all over the gods' faces. The magical swords they used on Singto are no ordinary swords. They follow the target no matter where it runs off to and will only stop when the target set is hit. The gods do not doubt that they've killed Singto. After all, the target of the magical swords they released is Singto's heart.
"Your swords are quite extraordinary. I had to use a second-level energy shield to destroy them." Silent footsteps followed the words.
The faces of the gods were filled with disbelief when they saw Singto calmly walking from the screen of smoke towards them.
Singto unceremoniously swished his sword. From the action, a small yet powerful hurricane-like energy twirled towards the five gods.
Fast as they may be to evade the full onslaught of his attack, the gods weren't unscathed. Shallow lacerations littered at certain parts of their body. The arrogant men paid the wounds no mind since they were light. As 'holy beings' they can heal faster than vampires. A few seconds later, the gods realized something. They are not healing!
The look of surprise on the gods' faces caused Singto to mockingly laugh at them. Such arrogance! These old men never learn from their mistake 100 years ago. If only their brains weren't filled with arrogance and self-interest, these creatures wouldn't have fallen by the hands of the strongest representatives from each six races with Singto's parents as their leaders.
(They were foolish against my parents. They were stupid when they proclaimed a war against me five years ago. Now, they are insane if they think they can stand against me.)
Moving with lightning speed, Singto beheaded the god who he deemed as the group's leader with his sword. The blade gleamed with gold linings as if its edges were lit as it makes contact with the god's throat. Disbelief painted the said god's face. It was as if he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Singto with a sword beheading him. A gurgling sound resounded followed by a fountain of blood from the god's neck. Then, silence.
"Master!"
Overcome with grief at the fate of his master, one of the remaining gods ran towards Singto in an act of avenging his master's death. Seeing the threat, Singto didn't bother to move his body and faces the rushing god. On the other hand, he simply lifted his sword and in one sweeping motion, cut the god into half before he was able to reach Singto. Blood sprayed everywhere. Even Singto wasn't spared by the red liquid when it splattered on his face.
At the obvious death of their comrades, the three gods became jittery on their feet. The mission was for them to either kill Singto or to bring him to their territory and force him to be one of them. If the gods can't rule, then no one gets to. Especially Singto. The abomination of all abomination. The only son of their mortal enemies who caused their fall.
Sharing a look among themselves, the three gods seem to have silently agreed to work together against Singto. They failed to notice that they are not that much of a threat to him as long as he has his sword in his hand. His sword is a god-killing weapon after all. In a flash, bolts of electricity came his right palm towards the area where Singto is standing. The bolts of electricity merged and imprisoned Singto. Followed by Singto's confinement, the three gods attacked him simultaneously. Small bolts of lightning, needles dripping with deadly poison, arrow like fireballs and pieces of sharp ice were thrown at Singto who failed to evade most of the attacks due to his confinement.
But despite the unfavorable situation he is in, there are no traces of fear, alarm or panic on Singto's face. In fact, a faint trace of a smirk is on his face as he receives the attack of his opponents.
"I'm disappointed. I thought you'd be worth playing around with since you are gods but I guess I was wrong."
Placing a finger on his prison's walls, Singto absorbed the energy. Then, he threw three short knives towards the direction of the gods. Since the knives were not god-killing weapons unlike his sword, his opponents did not die after being hit in their chests. Instead of death, they received a hit with an impact that rendered them motionless for a few seconds. In these seconds, Singto swept through them with his sword, detaching their heads from their bodies.
With a sword dripping with blood in hand, Singto looked like an avenging god that could bring anyone to their knees in fear and awe. But what would strike anyone who has seen the fight is not his beauty nor strength but the missing traces of the attacks he received in the battle against the gods. Singto looked exactly like how he was before he engaged in the fight!
Krist
It has been five days. Five f*cking days since Krist saw Singto. After establishing his claim on Krist through a bite on his nape and exchange of DNA done after sharing numerous kisses, Singto hasn't shown his face. This irritated Krist to no end. He gets the nagging fear that His Highness might be toying with him and is making him one of his pastime 'mates'.
I'm going to kill him with my bare hands if I find out that he is cheating on me. That damned mate! How dare he leave my bed before I wake up?!
Waking up the morning after completing the first step of their mating bond without his mate next to him caused Krist to be in a foul mood. The coldness of the sheets next to him made Singto's early departure more obvious. This made Krist even more irritated at his mate.
With a frown on his face, Krist went to the kitchen and saw his brothers talking to Godt while making breakfast. Seems like Bas' boyfriend woke up earlier than usual since it was just 15 minutes past 7 in the morning. He payed Godt no mind since he is now used with the vampire being around his younger brother all the time. In fact, the vampire begged him into allowing him to stay at their house which he obliged after seeing Bas' hopeful puppy-like eyes. Good thing, Off is not staying with them. He'd definitely go crazy if that guy lives with them as well.
"Phi, P'Pha will be leaving later for His High-err, P'Singto's estate. It seems like there was a problem and several of his guards are in a bad shape."
Bas words weakened Krist's grasp on his cup of water. This caused the cup to fall from his hand. Apologizing profusely for the mess, Krist kept on thinking if Singto is well.
"It's okay Phi. You've been absent minded lately. I think you should rest and not go to the cafe tonight. You've been taking double shifts these past few days, Phi." Gun took the cloth Krist is using to wipe the spilled water from his hand.
"I'm fine, really. But to ease your mind, I'll inform P'Oak that I wouldn't be able to come later."
The two brothers are obviously happy with Krist's answer.
Krist volunteered as well when his brothers, along with Off who came to eat Gun's cooking, offered to go with Godt and assist him. After breakfast, the five immediately went on their way. When they arrived at the estate, they shared confused looks when they saw the place's guards doing the strenuous work of fixing the destroyed pathway in front of the estate.
The five went down Godt's sports car and walked down the pathway towards the center wing. If they were pure humans, they would've have been tired by the time they arrived at the front door. Just as Godt was about to knock, the huge doors opened revealing an angry Wad who was dragging a pitiful winged creature.
"You're here! And you brought company."
When Wad noticed the elf next to Gun, he immediately bowed his head and raised a fist on his chest. This is a standard greeting for elves of high position. Off returned the greeting.
"N'Wad, why is a creature from the heavens here?"
The three omegas who have never seen such creature before rushed towards the battered being and hungrily took in their looks. Since the creature is male, he looks not as obscene as he would've been if he were a female since he is almost naked in his tattered silky robes. The male is tall, Krist guesses that he is as tall as Godt. With his bronze skin, muscular stature and good looks, he could be mistaken as a god!
"Oh, you've never seen an angel before? Well, this guy here got His Highness in a bad mood during interrogation so he is in quite a bad state. I was about to bring him to Ai'Copter and Ai'Tee since you weren't around, Prince."
"Interrogation?" Krist asked without taking his eyes off the pitiful being on the floor.
"Some gods with a battalion of angels attacked us a few days ago. We are still figuring out who the mastermind is through intensive interrogation so that we'll be able to cut off the tree from its roots. His Highness is adamant of accomplishing this as soon as possible. So far, two of our ten captives ended up dead after singing only a few names. It's not like they are not cooperating. In fact, they are very cooperative due to fear after seeing how dangerous a livid Neww and His Highness is. The latter just can't seem to hold back every time he enters the interrogation room. This guy here received a few punches from His Highness."
"A few?!" Bas exclaimed. "P'Krist, we should not anger His Highness! He'll kill us in a blink of an eye with a single punch."
"Don't worry, N'Bas. I'll protect you. But I'm sure that P'Singto will not get angry at you especially when P'Krist is around." Godt sweetly hugged Bas while sending a meaningful look at Krist.
Bas looked confused for a moment before realization dawned into him. His Highness must like his brother to the point that he will not get angry at them! Happy with his conclusion, he didn't bother to ask Godt for confirmation.
The small group brought the winged male to an empty room where Godt started healing him. Unfortunately for the male, his full recuperation will take awhile since the wounds inflicted upon him by His Highness are no ordinary wounds.
"P'Singto must be in a horrible mood. The wounds around his body are serious!" Godt exclaimed.
Wad sighed.
"He's been on edge for awhile now. I think it's because he wants to leave the estate after the attack which we strongly disapproved. The strength His Highness has is immeasurable but if attacked alone, we are afraid that he might be endangered. Staying in the estate surrounded by alphas elite in combat until the conflict with the gods is resolved is the best course of action at the moment. That's what the majority of us, his men, thought."
Krist quietly listened to the conversation between the two men. He understands that his mate had his hands full for the past few days that he wasn't able to pay Krist a visit. But that is no excuse for Singto to keep the situation from Krist. He should have told the omega that he was attacked or that he had to go back to his estate. What more, Singto could have sent a message to him to inform him that he was fine. A phone call would've sufficed too. What's the use of having a phone?! For heaven's sake! Krist was beside himself with worry and anger these past few days. And now that he knows that his mate is safe after an attack he wasn't told about, he feels like kicking Singto's ass.
The minute I see that idiot, he'll get it!
Wad was in the middle of explaining the current situation of the estate when the man who Krist was the least pleased to see entered the room.
Without any warning, Singto rushed towards Krist and hugged the smaller man. Delicious tingles immediately filled Krist's whole body. For the first time in the past five days, Krist finally felt total bliss. In his mind, Krist recognizes the fact that being in Singto's arms is the best place for him to be in.
He's still going to get that beating though!
Bonus Scene: Krist Can't Drink Pink Milk
Bas enters the room quietly and tried to sneak into Krist's back to surprise his older brother when he noticed his victim's face.
"Phi what's wrong?" All mischievousness gone, Bas is worried.
Krist sighed deeply.
"N'Godt said that P'Singto and I will be completing our mating bond soon since we already completed the 2nd step. If the we complete our mating bond, my tastes would automatically realign themselves to cater his. I don't like coffee or bland tasting food. What more, I wouldn't be able to enjoy pink milk anymore!" Krist was horrified with the thought of not being able to drink his favorite Pink Milk
Bas automatically tried to pacify his Phi by saying soothing words. He truly understands his phi since even he, himself, can't imagine what life would be like without Pink Milk. He was in the middle of listing down the pros of being Singto's mate when Gun and Off entered the kitchen.
"What are you two talking about?"
"Phi is worried that he wouldn't be able to drink pink milk anymore if he and His Highness completes their mating bond."
Gun shared a bewildered look with Off before they burst into a fit of laughters together.
After a few minutes, "Don't worry Ai'Krist. You'll still be able to drink pink milk." Off finally said.
Krist immediately felt better. He's sure that Off would know since this friend of his is already mated to N'Gun. He was about to say his thanks when the next thing that came out from Off's mouth made him scream bloody murder.
"You can always ask His Highness to change the usual wine play into pink milk. You'll surely enjoy drinking your nom yen while sucking His Highness' tongue."
Off playfully winked at Krist.
"Ai'Off!"
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