Demonic Wings - Desecration Arc

*Author's Note - Hello again! I have updated the first three chapters of this arc from Part I to Part II, to make it easier to read. If you haven't read those three, I highly reccommend! Thank you!*

Number One looked at Hiroshi in confusion. Another move that wasn't in his databank. He was also baffled at the move itself. Wings? Why? He could fly just fine. Why were the wings necessary? They couldn't be just for asethetic...no...they had another purpose.

"Are you sure about this? This could break you completely, and I don't want that for you, Hiroshi," Kage had told his student. 

"I'm willing to do anything for my friends, especially Wisteria," Hiroshi had responded with determined eyes. "No matter what happens, no matter how painful, even if I ask you to kill me...don't. I want to be broken...so I can heal into something stronger."

Hiroshi grinned. His smile was different. Before, it was a forced evil, as if he was trying to be somebody he wasn't.

Now, he had the smile of a demon. 

Number One didn't want Hiroshi to get any more time to do whatever the hell he was doing. He dashed forward quickly, trying to deliver a fatal blow through his stomach.

Hiroshi did not move. He simply let the punch happen. A fist appeared on the other side of his stomach, covered in blood. Wisteria yelped and closed her eyes. Bibi covered her mouth, still on her knees from the shock of her father still be alive. Tomokazu could not even begin to react.

Was this how it was going to end? Like this?

Number One laughed as he pulled his fist out of Hiroshi's stomach, licking the top of his knuckles, coated in blood.

"You really were that weak. As I said, no fun at all."

Number One looked down at the crowd, who were screaming in horror. A wicked smile spread across his face. Master Anwir was sure going to be pleased. It was time for him to head back to the lab, hidden deep in a city in Acebia. Just as he was about to turn around and head home, somebody let out a bellowing laugh.

Hiroshi's laugh.

Number One turned around with a quick pivot. What?! How? He couldn't possibly have survived that! He looked the young man's stomach, which was already closing up and healing at a rapid pace. The demonic, black wings had gotten slightly smaller, but other than that, Hiroshi was in perfect health.

"You never let me down, Kuro-Yami," he laughed. The God of Darkness was also laughing like a hyena in Hiroshi's mind.

"Never have, never will, buddy. Look at that guy's face! Hahahah!"

Hiroshi stopped his laugh. He saw Number One's face, drooping low. 

"Can a robot like you feel fear?" Hiroshi smirked, gritting his teeth together, walking closer to his imposter.

"Impossible!" Number One screamed in annoyance. "What are those wings doing to you! This isn't in my programme!"

"Of course it's not!" Hiroshi began to explain himself. "I wanted to get better at managing my manna. See my wings? My manna reserves are constantly fluctuating between my body, internally, and my wings, externally. Since my wings aren't part of my body, only my manna internally is being used, meaning that my manna lasts so much longer."

Number One clenched his fists. He yelled out, landing a punch to Hiroshi's face. 

Hiroshi didn't even flinch. Number One's fist stayed locked onto Hiroshi's face. The clone looked on in despair and nervousness.

"There it is," Hiroshi said smugly, with a hint of cockiness and maliciousness. "Fear."

Hiroshi landed an underhanded punch to Number One's stomach, sending him flying to the other side of the arena. The robot crashed into a wall, falling limp to the floor as bricks fell all around him. He looked up at Hiroshi, who was levitating at a tall height above him.

The presence of a God.

Despite the new found fear Number One had just unlocked, he wasn't about to give up so easily. He needed to be there to complete Mater Anwir's orders. What else was he if he couldn't do that?

Useless. Garbage. A stain on society.

However, the clone had one more trick up his sleeve.

With a tremendous yell, an impossible amount to count darkness hands shot from the clone's body, with daggers for fingers. For the first time during the fight, Hiroshi was taken aback. He had never seen the clone's manna, nor did he think it was possible for a robot to possess manna, but not only that, the darkness hands.

Kuro-Yami's darkness hands.

"Up the tempo! Come on!" Hiroshi yelled loudly to himself, wanting the adrenaline to pump around his body. He did a quick burst forward, propelling himself to lightspeed for no more than a split nanosecond. A darkness hand jabbed forward, in an attempt to slice him in half. 

Hiroshi dodged around it with grace. His manna control really was on another level, and his demonic, black wings were still big and bright. Two more hands came around, trying to grab him and hold him down. The young man jumped up vertically into the air, his spikey black hair almost getting in his eyes. He assessed his situation once more.

"I have to get to the center," Hiroshi said in a gloomy matter. "What should I do, Kuro-Yami? There's too many hands."

What must have been twenty hands shot from Number One's back, driving themselves at Hiroshi, as if they wanted to drag him into hell. 

"Well...darkness can destroy darkness," Kuro-Yami told his friend. "You know what to do."

Hiroshi gave a smile, and his wings got ever so slightly smaller as a long, dark line began appearing in his grasp. Just as the hands were about to reach him, the dark line burst forth into life. Hiroshi held onto the bottom part of it, and slashed through the hands as if they were butter.

A darkness katana.

"Now...let's kick this guy while he's down," Hiroshi reasoned, floating down slowly to Number One, who was in the middle of malfunctioning.

Bibi sat at the side, rage and uncertainity growing fast inside her soul.