Chapter 3 DESTRUCTION

"Varethor," Bon growled as I sped in the middle of the thick dense forest.

"One of your folks?" I asked.

Bon replied with a grunt as we jumped over fallen trees and bushes, my tattoos pulsating. It always did anytime Bon was about to face his kind. The other demon also had to possess a body to be able to roam the surface of the earth.

I heard a distant whisper in my ears as I came to a halt, the dust blowing around me as Bon growled.

My tattoo lights got brighter. The sound of swaying leaves, singing birds, hooting owls and chirping crickets all got amplified and noticeable.

For a moment everything was still and then...

Something hit me, sending me tumbling away in the distance as I hit trees and rocks.

"Bongorath," a demon walked out of the shadows of the tall trees into the moonlight. His voice sounding double, almost like a echo.

"Varethor," Bon said, as I stood up to my feet.

This wasn't the first time seeing a demon in a transformed human form. Standing at more than seven feet tall, its scaled skin had red veins glowing all over. His eyes showed red, three horns sitting on his head.

"It's been quite awhile, my friend," Varethor smirked, looking me dead in the eye.

"This is the miserable I felt a shiver down my spine as I watched the creature show me its fangs.

"You are not my friend" Bon replied.

"Of all humans you can choose to be this," Varethor said. " Poor thing."

Bon was mute as my tattoo shined at their brightness that blue smoke emitted from it.

"It's the next worst decision after Sirael," Varethor said, clearly doing a good job in pissing Bongorath off. "You always enjoy being weak."

"Argh!" Bon yelled in pent up fury as he began transforming me.

I could feel myself grow taller and bigger, my brain fogged as Bongorath slowly took control of my mind. I could feel my skin harden, almost like an armoured crocodile skin as my fingers developed into claws.

I opened my eyes but my vision was blurry, distorted. I could hear a gentle crackle within me as my veins popped out lava like blue light. Obsidian spikes protruded out of different parts of my body as I groaned within, dawning on me that it was the reverse of what it had always been.

Bon had taken over, and now I was inside of him.

This is what I lived with.

"You will suffer my wrath," Bon threatened with a distorted voice after the horns on his head finished forming.

"That would be a very long time ago," Varethor chuckled.

Bon clenched his jaws, pacing back and forth as if waiting for the perfect moment.

"I will destroy your soul and send you into the void," Bon said again, his clawed spiky fist clenched hard.

"I will send you to join Sirael since you still love her so much," Varethor frowned in all seriousness.

"Argh!" Bon leapt about fifteen feet in the air to pounce on Varethor who was a couple feet from him.

Varethor dodged with a quick slide as Bongorath landed on the floor, opening the ground beneath him.

Hurling punches in very high speed that I couldn't keep up as I watched from inside. Varethor kept on evading the punches as Bon destroyed trees and rocks with his punches until one slip from Varethor was punished by a slight brush from Bongorath's fist that sent him crashing into a large boulder.

There was silence for a while as nothing could be seen in the atmosphere that was covered in dust.

"I am The Thunderer!" Varethor crackled as he shot Bongorath with a bolt of red lightning.

He flew out of the dust shooting lighting at Bongorath who had barely recovered from the first.

All smoked up, Bon was on the floor as Varethor approached, burning the twigs and dead leaves he stepped on.

Bongorath got up with a punch on Varethor's belly as Varethor hurled a bolt at Bon. Bon redirected it up to the air as the cloud and skies got lit up with red lightning, the atmosphere thundering.

One of the trees caught fire as Bongorath kept his feet very light, avoiding being struck by Varethor. He uprooted a full tree from its very roots and hurled it at Varethor who split it in pieces as he slid towards Bongorath forging a dagger with lightning.

Before Bon could react, the dagger went through his chest as Varethor gave him a kick to the floor.

Bon levitated from where he laid and grabbed Varethor by his neck with his giant hands as he squeezed it while Varethor struggled for life as his feet left the floor.

"Argh!" Varethor cut off Bongorath's arm off with a bolt as blue shiny liquid spurted out. I observed the death of surrounding flowers and plants die as they came in contact with Bon's blood. He began hammering punches on Bongorath who was in pain.

"You were one of the greatest in the underworld," Varethor said, holding Bon by the horn and landing a heavy blow on his face. "You were the most feared of all demons that ever existed."

"Bon, get up," I said. If it this was the end for Bon which I doubted, it was the end for me as well.

"You gave all that away," Varethor picked him up again by his horn punching him harder than the last. "For a woman."

"Bon," I called from inside, feeling a wave of anger, frustration and fear all at once. Being inside Bongorath in a time like this reminded me of what Bon had said a long time ago. He had said humans were the worst thing to ever happen to the universe being that we were the weakest of everything that ever lived or breathed.

I wanted to help like Bon had always done for me but I was only human.

"You are going to join her in the abyss," Varethor smirked, raising a long bolt of lightning that was aimed at the center of Bongorath's head.

"Get the fuck up, you piece of shit!" I yelled from the inside.

"That's it," Bongorath growled. He always got vexed anytime I insulted him.

He rolled to the side as Varethor's bolt came crashing down, causing a small earthquake as his face was met by Bongorath's one arm that was held in a fist.

Varethor flew few feet away as Bongorath approached him, another arm growing back slowly.

"I am Bongorath," Bon said with a truckload of conviction. "I am the Bringer of Destruction!"

He sent Varethor crashing into a bush few feet away as he approached again.

"I am He Who Walks in the Rot Of Titans!" Bongorath yelled, stumping Varethor deep into the ground.

Bon pounded Varethor into the ground mercilessly as he held him up by his horn.

After a hard look, Bongorath grabbed his neck and began squeezing it slowly in a bid to torture Varethor who was begging for his life.

"I am sending you to the abyss," Bongorath said as his fist got tighter, his claws digging into scaly flesh as blood trickled down his hands.

Crack!

Varethor's neck snapped off from his body as his body fell, his head in Bongorath's powerful hand as he raised it up in victory.

He raised it over his mouth as he drank from the blood dripping out of it.

Varethor's body began disintegrating turning into red and black smoke with particles that appeared like soot as it grew thinner with the wind until it was no more.

"Victory, yet again," Bon said, like he always did anytime he had defeated a demon and sent them into the void.

My brain fogged again as my humanization process began.

The spikes on his body began falling off, turning into ash the moment they hit the floor. His skin softened as the claws retracted into fingers. I felt myself grow smaller, a bit weaker to an extent. My vision got cleared, my mind cleared as the only thing that glowed were now my tattoos. The low buzz that I had been hearing the entire time faded away as I fell to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Bon asked me as I was back in control.

"Yes," I replied, knowing fully well I wouldn't get used to it.

I looked around me.

Unnatural fallen trees and splinters everywhere. Opened and broken earth. Withered plants Burning trees and bushes.

This was what destruction looked like. This was what a taste of revenge looked like.

I quietly got up as I made my way home. It was a long walk back to my apartment.

I opened my apartment door and walked in weakly. Carmen wasn't there. She probably had left a long time ago.

She left a note as my eye caught a piece of paper lying at the edge of my made bed.

'I tried calling. Call me when you get this.'

"Fuck!" I muttered as I pulled out my cellphone from pocket.

Nineteen missed calls, twelve of which were from Carmen. Four of them were from unknown numbers, while three were from Anya.

What did she want? I asked myself.

Anya was a mafia member who I had gotten very fond of in the last month. I had began avoiding her since the last time we had sex for the first time and I had to admit that it was really good sex. She brought something different to the bed from Carmen.

I began feeling bad and guilty moments after just because I though I was cheating on Carmen even though I felt nothing for Anya.

I dialed Carmen's number but it was going straight to her voicemail. I hung up and dialed Anya's.

"Hi," I said when she picked up in just one ring.

"Are you home?" her voice sung behind the phone.

"Uh, yeah," I replied, stopping myself from lying. I just wanted to lay down and be alone but at the same time I didn't mind company.

"I'm coming over now," she said softly then hung up.

I tossed my phone on the bed, took off my clothes and went into the bathroom.

I stood there for a while before turning on the shower as I let the cold water run down my body.

My mind flashed back to Bongorath's fight with Varethor and the ones before that. I somehow found it hard to believe I was housing something that dark and monstrous within me. While Bon and I had bonded over time, I still felt like I didn't want to live like this but I knew I still needed Bon.

I wouldn't have made it this far if it wasn't for Bon. I wouldn't have earned the name Distruttore if it wasn't for Bon.

"Someone's here," Bon said.

"What?" I asked. I didn't hear him the first time as he had intruded my train of thought.

The bathroom door opened.

Anya.

She stood at the entrance with a seductive smile as she was admiring my body for the short moment that I didn't react on time. I wondered how she was able to get here that fast.

"Hey," I greeted, holding my towel to my crotch even though I was well aware she had seen enough.

She took her eyes off from where she had been looking up to my face as she began taking off her clothes.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked her.

"I wanna take a shower," she replied without taking her eyes off me.

I watched her take off each piece of clothing one after the other as she threw her strap that held her weapons.

She was unclad, her pale white skin approached till she got very close to me, shutting the door behind her.

She turned the faucet to change the water temperature as steam began building up, the warm water running down her small breasts.