Arthur and Raiden arrived at the house which the Dragonslayers stayed at.
It was actually a pretty nice house, in a neighborhood. Eno went and let them inside, to which Arthur entered and saw a family of around 4 people.
He was quite surprised, seeing all of this. Raiden followed, seeing the relatively nice house. It seemed to be a humble home, without much extravagance like the ones dragons might have.
Raiden seemed a little surprised, as, literally, it was his first time seeing this many black people.
Raiden went to a school in the human world which was mostly white, and he'd been mostly an unemployed bum due to his family being so rich he could afford to just not have a job, spending his days training and fighting.
"Everyone, these dragons are not evil. Or at least, they're not our enemies," Eno told them all. They all seemed skeptical, as all they'd known was to murder dragons, or at least most of them.
"That so?" An older man with a gray beard, yet still remaining an outrageously monstrous and muscular figure, asked.
Eno nodded his head. "Father, this is Arthur Graves, a Traitor to the Assas family who has decided to come and kill every single dragon he could over here."
Eno's father, Sinhile, walked over to Arthur, towering over him at around a foot of height difference.
"Is that the case, boy? Why has my son come home bloody?"
"He was being rather rude, so I sliced off his nose."
"Oh? And just how were you able to accomplish such a task? Even a sword wielded by a dragon is bound to break if swung too hard."
"I used a sword made from my Dragon Art: Blood Armory."
Sinhile crossed his arms and nodded his head. "Well, please pardon my son's rudeness. We simply do not like your kind, as you can expect."
Arthur looked up at him coldly, though it wasn't as intimidating as it might seem, due to his seemingly deformed face and bald head.
"I'll pardon it, but I expect better moving forward," Arthur replied. "We're going to be killing the same dragons, I feel it'd be better to be nice to each other, isn't that right?"
Sinhile agreed and patted him on the shoulder. "Understood. Does everyone understand?"
The other members of the family agreed. "Alright then, we'll wait to begin, as I need to contact the others first," said Sinhile before Arthur interjected.
"I'd appreciate it if you could hurry. After all, I might not even have a week left to live."
This piqued the interest of Sinhile, who tried to understand and changed his course of action then. He went to a different room, as he called the rest of the family to come on over.
Arthur sat down on the couch, sitting next to Raiden, who took the occasional glance at the family.
Of the four people in the household, only one was a normal person, that being Sinhile's wife, Shaula. They had two children, both adults that had yet to move out due to the "family business" of slaying dragons typically requiring multiple people due to the amount of dragons in the continent.
Overall, the Dragonslayer family was rather small, in fact, with only 11 supernatural fighters total, with 4 of them being in different parts of the world to hunt the dragons there.
Such a small size was why they'd been unable to completely decimate the dragons in Africa. After all, Africa was the second largest continent in the world, so the sheer amount of dragons present were the vastest.
The first child was Eno, who had already been seen. And the second child was a woman, Ayana.
While the biological differences in strength between men and women were not so vast for dragons, due to them still being humans, it was still in effect for the Dragonslayers.
However, Ayana was not weaker than most dragons physically, she was around the strength of an average dragon, though her healing factor was in fact stronger than her male relatives.
She'd taken on her family's body, with a height of 6 foot 3 and being quite muscular for a woman. No, to be frank, she was quite muscular for a human in general.
Eventually, Sinhile entered the room once more, telling everyone that the rest of the family would be arriving shortly.
In the meantime, Shaula began to cook for the guests, as she herself wasn't exactly against dragons as much as her family was.
She served some beef stew to everyone, and they ate it up. Eventually, after a few hours, the rest of the family arrived.
The four members included their own family, consisting of two brothers, Enmu and Miguel, and Miguel's two children, the brothers Denzel and Katou.
The two families greeted each other, before introducing Arthur and Raiden. After introductions were over, they all got ready to fight, as if Arthur really did have just a week left, it would be best to move quickly.
They all left the house and went on a road trip, as dragons avoided living in proximity to the Dragonslayers.
After around 30 minutes on the road, with Arthur looking around at the foreign country, immediately it seemed there was a shift of energy in the car.
"Oh dear," said Sinhile. Arthur and Raiden, the two dragons, looked at him and every Dragonslayer with the exception of Sinhile, who was driving, all turned to look behind them. Arthur and Raiden did the same, wondering if there were dragons behind them.
"What's going on?" Asked Raiden, who was met with a swift response.
"Tell me," Sinhile stated. "Did you plan for this?"
"Huh? Plan for—" Immediately, the Dragonslayers pulled out glocks, pointing them directly at the heads of the dragons.
"Don't forget," Eno spat out harshly. "You're dragons, we were made to kill your kind. So why, why are there over 80 dragons in our vicinity? And they're all headed for us."
Arthur's eyes widened.
'80? The only one they can track constantly is me, so… am I the one they're after? I can't imagine they'd just ignore a dragon who killed a majority of the fire dragon family, and killed several more members of the Storm Dragons.'
"No," Arthur began to explain. "They're actually after me. As you know, I've made it my goal to kill as many dragons as I can. I don't know why they would follow me here, but I'm the one they're after."
The members of the Dragonslayer family understood, and Ayana opened the door, grabbing Arthur and throwing him out of the car onto the sidewalk, as they were in traffic.
He looked up, seeing her look down on him with a scowl.
"We're Dragonslayers, but if there's 80 dragons, we're not going to be able to win. If they're after you, then deal with it yourself."
She closed the door, and Arthur stood up, looking at her through the glass. He clenched his fist, but they were all armed with guns, so he was hesitant.
'Motherfucking… why would… bastards…'
It wasn't as dramatic as it might seem, as they were still stuck in traffic. Arthur scowled, his face scrunching up into anger that further disfigured his already ugly face.
He ran over to their car, winding his leg back and kicking it like a soccerball. Of course, it was a car, it wasn't getting launched into the stratosphere. Yet, it was still enough to lift it off the ground around 3 feet into the air and spin it, crashing on its roof.
He formed the Dragon into his palm and rushed on top of the messed up car, swinging down the weapon, cutting into the car and slicing off Ayana's legs.
He continued to hack away at the car, cutting through it and through her body, as she couldn't move due to bad positioning. And it wasn't like she was too durable for the sword, as the sword could cut through most things.
The rest of the family escaped the car, and Raiden himself didn't come out unscathed, having the tip of his shoulder hacked into. He crawled out, healing himself and looking at Arthur, who was outrageously furious.
"Stupid bitch, who the fuck do you think you are!? We're allies, and you just go on and do something like this to me? I'LL KILL YOU!"
Immediately after exiting the vehicle, he was shot in the back with a shotgun. The impact tore into his flesh, and he immediately fled, leaping through the sky and trying to sprout wings to fly. But the damage to his back made him unable to do so, so he was very nearly sniped through the skull with a sniper rifle.
But Sinhile's aim just barely missed, so Arthur was allowed to live.
Arthur landed and he ran, taking cover behind a car. His back burned terribly, reminding him of when he fought those who initially hurt him on that night. He healed, popping out the bullets at the cost of a good amount of stamina.
'Bastards, bastards, bastards, all of them… I'll just do it myself, then! I was so stupid for trying to ally with these fuckers, I should've just done it myself.'
'I am strong enough to do it on my own. I'll kill all of them, I'll trample upon this very world, I'll crush everything.'
Resolving himself once more, Arthur channeled his cutlass into armor, before grabbing the car he was taking cover behind and lifting it up, chucking it at them.
The Dragonslayers evaded, before Arthur was shot in the shoulder with a sniper rifle. His shoulder flew back, though his shoulder wasn't completely messed up. Of course, the armor wasn't going to stop a bullet, but it was still pretty good protection.
He grit his teeth, before Eno rushed him down, leaping through the air and firing a shotgun blast right into the armored chest. The armor shattered, as blood shot out of him. Arthur hunched over, being shot right afterwards in the left shoulder this time, nearly blowing it off, before being shot once more in the back, taken down to the floor.
He clutched his chest, growling in blood as it swelled inside his lungs, blood leaking from his mouth. He tried to scream, but his blood literally drowned out the screams that tried to exit his mouth.
Eno began to reload, and when Arthur took a glance at his face, he found that Eno didn't seem all that bothered. Arthur hacked up his own blood, before Sinhile walked over to him, politely slipping between cars inside traffic, looking down at Arthur.
"Keep him alive," Sinhile said. "They're attracted to the Scent of a Traitor. If he dies, it'll be snuffed out. It's best to leave him here and head out, since they'll probably take him back and kill him themselves, assuming he doesn't die from this."
His son listened, and went over to his sister, Ayana, who'd been sneak-attacked. She was gravely injured, but her wounds were already beginning to heal, as her healing capabilities were just that potent.
The other part of the family that was following them got out of the car, checking in with everyone before deciding to leave on foot and worry later.
Arthur healed his wounds as best he could, but the cost to his stamina was great. He was still continuing to literally drown in his own blood, before using Blood Armory to control it and exit his lungs.
'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts…'
The pain, while gone, was still present in Arthur's minds. He clenched his fists, balled them up, slammed them into the ground, and despaired.
Deeply, deeply, he fell, sinking.
Suffering defeat after defeat, just because his opponent had guns. It's what Raiden undoubtedly felt, but it was still something that tore at Arthur's spirits.
'What am I even doing this for…?'
A person got out of their car, rushing over to Arthur's aid, trying to check on him. Despite being shot down with a shotgun right in front of everyone, Arthur wasn't dead, much to the man's surprise.
The man began to speak a language Arthur didn't understand, but his words seemed concerned. The unintelligible language only made Arthur even angrier, before Arthur shoved him away, putting him on his back.
"Don't come near me, stay away from me, back off!"
Arthur slowly stood up, panting and weeping. Raiden rushed over later, being left behind by the Dragonslayers.
"Shit, are you alright? Heh, doesn't feel so good to get shot, does it?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Arthur stared at him with wide, enlarged eyes as his pupils shrank. He covered his face with his hand, digging his nails into his face until it bled.
"Don't come near me, don't come near me, get away, get away, get away…!"
"Arthur—"
"Shut up already!"
Arthur spat on the ground, sneering at Raiden.
"Fuck off, go back and join them for all I care. I'm done, I don't even fucking care anymore, I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of all of this."
Arthur stomped over to an alleyway, leaving Raiden behind. His wounds weren't fully healed, so he left the occasional drop of blood behind when he walked.
He exited the alleyway and began to walk down the street, gathering a few looks as the ugly man bled and walked by as if injured. However, of course, those walking were busy, so they didn't care to talk to him, and that was honestly for the best.
Currently, Arthur couldn't trust himself to not kill a human if they irritated him too much.
After a few minutes passed of him walking, he entered a public bathroom, wanting to wash his hands to cleanse himself. When he entered, he looked into the mirror, seeing his own face.
Immediately, he looked away, not wanting to add even more to his burdens.
"What am I doing this for? What am I doing this for, what am I doing this for, what am I even still here for…? Why did I run away from dad? I could have gotten better. But no, I just keep acting like an ungrateful bitch…"
In response to him talking to himself, he heard words being spoken in a language he couldn't identify coming from one of the stalls. Arthur turned around, as the tone of voice seemed angry.
Arthur went over to the stall, kicking the door open and seeing a man with freshly zipped up pants. The man began to yell, before Arthur pounced, gripping his throat tightly and shoving him back against the back of the toilet, his throat being compressed in on itself..
"Why am I still doing this? Answer me. C'mon, since you want to seem so fucking angry, tell me, tell me, TELL ME! WHY AM I…"
Tears streamed down his face, as he'd once more felt as though his entire life was crumbling before his very eyes, that everything was ruined.
"WHY AM I STILL HERE!? WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS!? ANSWER ME, ANSWER ME, answer, answer me… answer me, tell me, right now. Why am I still fighting, why haven't I just died yet…? Tell me right now, or I'll kill you, I'll kill you dead, you son of a bitch," he berated, screamed, cried and wept.
The man continued to scream, flailing his arms around yet hopeless to stop Arthur's grip.
"Hurry, hurry—"
The man produced mere meaningless noise.
"Tell me right now, tell me right now, right now, right this second, or if you don't… Who knows, who knows!? I just want to know…!"
The man's words were foreign, confused, and pained. So, unable to control himself, Arthur's grip grew too much for the human to withstand, having his throat crushed.
Arthur stared into the man's eyes as he did it, a mix of wild despair and intense loathing swirling into a hurricane of pain.
After a few short moments, the man passed out, and would surely die. To Arthur, the man already was dead.
He let go, his arms swinging back and remaining limp, hands falling to his waist as if dead.
It was a pathetic sight, for a grown man to weep so terribly. Almost anyone on Earth would agree, if they saw him like this.
Arthur waited a while before leaving the stall, looking back into the mirror and seeing his loathsome self. He staggered over as if drunk, or perhaps dead.
He balled up his fist and punched the mirror, shattering it, fracturing his reflection of himself. If his pain were only to grow, then it would be best to stop feeling anything at all.
His teary eyes were wiped of their wetness, still red, but his mouth was no longer an agape factory of curled lips and expressions of sorrow.
Ultimately, the man's screaming gave him no answer, and he couldn't find one himself. So, he decided that it was worthless.
'It's all for nothing. This whole thing was ruined from the beginning.'
His head lay down, and he began to wash his hands.