Devil's Downfall

Jorge reeded his fists. He looks like a fish out of water. His stance is too wide, his arms too high, his back arched far too much. To call him a novice, is putting the cart before the horse. His eyes are the eyes of a fighter.

Within just three steps, Alex is face to face with Jorge. In just a blink, Alex's open palm thundered straight into Jorge's forehead. Along with the ear piercing crack of bone Jorge is sent flying, stopping just before the edge of the stage. 

Jonny looks over to see Lynx's eyebrow twitching. 

"You think he killed him?" Jonny asked.

"I think I would have killed him." Lynx responded. 

The girl from before stepped on to the stage, she hung over Jorge's broken and bruised body. She raised her hand, but to the shock of the stadium Jorge stud up.

"So that's how it feels to be hit by a king, I thought it would hurt more." 

"How are you still standing?"

"No no no, haven't you ever heard the magician should not reveal his secrets. Plus." he said in an annoyingly obvious tone. "I am a saint, would you expect anything less.

"How did he do it?" I ask Lynx.

But the only answer he could give me was a shrug. 

The girl rolled off the stage. 

Jorge with silky red blood covering his face reentered his stance. 

"In the Khans name, you know you're out matched just give up. You're lucky you survived the first hit."

"Ha," Jorge laughed, "I'm just getting star…"

Before Jorge could finish his sentence, Alex hit him with another punch to the gut, and another and another, till Jorge is on the ground wet with blood, tears, and sweat. 

"I was being nice, Jorge was it, you don't even compare to a tenth of the Khan's strength. I may be old, but I'm not senile just yet."

But then a miracle happened. Jorge Awakened. 

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I grew up in a convert, never knew my parents. As the runt I was often picked on, the older boys treated me like a punching bag. And the girls treated me like I never existed. But it was nice back then, very relaxing.

When I turned seven I became able to manipulate magic. The nuns adored me, they gave me special classes, taught me history, math, and science. All luxuries the other kids never reserved. However it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. They locked me up, isolated me from the other kids, and forbade me from going outside. They gave me wild books with symbols and ancient text. They scrounged through every magic book they had before finding a spell I could use. Sana "heal" they were so overjoyed it made me proud. I became useful, respected, and idolized. I healed those in need, the injured, the old, the pregnant. I started getting called Parum Sanctus "little saint". People bowed before talking. They left offerings before my door, they produced the finest of silk for me to wear. They did not permit me to walk, I was carried, And when I did none were allowed to stay standing well I did so. 

When I turned fifteen, the church was torn down. The nuns imprisoned, apparently well they were worshiping the ground I was walking on, they were beating the other kids. It took them killing one for their charade to come crumbling down.

I was born anew, I joined a Knight company, and now I'm here lying on the ground in a pool of my own blood. 

"Sanctus." I mumble.