Man Of Shadows

Akuma described this in his head as ‘The presence of an assassin.’ It intrigued Akuma, but it also tried to inflict fear on him, but this Childish Devil didn’t have the concept of fear in his dictionary, nor did he understand it. So he pulled out his trademark cackle, mocking this presence, and the shadows. “Come out you pig, come on. I hate guys like you, who have to hide in places like little bitches. You know I can sense your right?”- The shadows felt like they were moving, but this wasn’t a feeling, rather reality. Sooner or later Akuma noticed that the shadows were actually moving towards him! He closed his eyes, waiting for what he classified as a coward, to attack him. His patience was rewarded, he felt the presence right behind him as a large dagger was reaching for his neck. Akuma’s reactions were insane, by the time he opened his eyes, he had grabbed the man’s arm. He gripped so hard that the man’s dagger fell to the groundway lined with red tapestry, or as Akuma saw it, blood of mankind. “Ahaha, I caught you, you little pussy!”- Akuma laughed again, this time with a level of insanity, the urge to kill, or rather murderous intent behind it. He threw the man up in the air, and with his incredible speed caught his neck mid-air, slamming him down to the ground face first. The floor of the hallway shattered, but so did the man’s face. Akuma would not let go, Smashing the man’s head repeatedly against the floor. When he finally turned him around, he was shocked. His face was decaying, it looked like a shadow. Then he actually knew what was going on, but it was too late. He had thought his opponent was weak, resulting in him getting a dagger through the stomach. “Childish Devil, it seems your stupidity amazes even your own self, now suffer!”- He pulled the curved blade out, launching a fierce kick at Akuma, which sent him flying to the wall. He cloaked in the shadows, and yet again appeared behind Akuma, using his knee to damage Akuma’s back, and performing a sweep kick to lower Akuma to the ground again. Now it was over for Akuma, the man was completely dominating this fight. He started battering Akuma with a barrage of punches, hitting him in his face, his body, his head, his arms. Everywhere. By the time he was done. Akuma looked like mashed potatoes, but this wasn’t the end. A crackling sound could be heard from Akuma’s body, and blood particles were diffusing into the air. He slowly began to rise, as the assassin was baffled by this action, he didn’t strike. Akuma’s face started to morph back to its original state, along with the rest of his body. “Ah, that’s my ability, Evil Blood. As far as there's blood, it doesn’t even have to be mine, if there is a single cell of blood, I can regenerate from scratch. Even if my body is completely erased.”《 Ability 》Demon King’s Lance- ‘This attack constructs a lance using evil energy, this lance targets the opponents cells, therefore bypassing any toughness or durability.’ Akuma used this ability, with lance in hand, he took a step forward, as the assassin was frozen in fear he struck him with it, it was moving at speeds that the assassin couldn’t possibly perceive, and unfortunately, he was completely obliterated by the Demon King’s Lance.