High school dxd: As Sukuna

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Freed 2



Freed let out a wild laugh, clearly enjoying the struggle. "What's the matter, devils? Can't keep up? I'm not even trying yet!" His crazed grin widened as his sword swung wildly, each strike more reckless than the last. The exorcist's erratic, violent nature made him difficult to predict, but Kiba and Koneko were holding their ground, even if they were being pushed to their limits.

However, Alastor had seen enough.

"Koneko, Kiba, back off," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos like a sharp blade. His tone was commanding, and without hesitation, both Koneko and Kiba disengaged, stepping back from the fight. They knew better than to question Alastor's judgment.

Freed's manic eyes flickered toward Alastor as he stepped forward. "Oh? You think you can take me on yourself, pretty boy?" Freed sneered, wiping blood from his mouth. "This is going to be fun! Time to die!"

But Alastor remained unfazed. His eyes glowed with a cold, dangerous light as he stared Freed down. There was no amusement in his expression, only a chilling calmness. "Time to show you despair," he said simply.

Freed's twisted smile faltered for a second, but he quickly shrugged it off, raising his sword high above his head. "Come on then! Show me what you've got!" he shouted, charging at Alastor with all the fury he could muster.

Alastor didn't move. He didn't even blink as Freed's wild attack came closer. Just as the blade was about to strike, Alastor's hand shot up, catching the sword mid-swing. The sound of metal clashing with pure energy echoed through the church.

Freed's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the—?" Before he could finish his sentence, Alastor's grip tightened, and with a swift, effortless motion, he snapped the sword in half as if it were made of glass.

"You're out of your league," Alastor said coldly, his voice calm but filled with finality.

Freed stumbled backward, his shock quickly turning into rage. "You think breaking my sword is going to stop me?! I'll kill you with my bare hands!" he screamed, lunging forward again, fists swinging wildly.

But Alastor didn't even flinch. With a single step, he moved faster than Freed could react. In an instant, he was behind the exorcist, his hand glowing with dark energy. "You're nothing but a mad dog," Alastor said quietly, "and it's time someone put you down."

Freed's face contorted in rage and desperation as he struggled to free himself from the paralyzing force. "Y-You think this is over, devil?! I'll—" His words were cut off as Alastor increased the pressure, dark energy intensifying around his hand. The exorcist's body convulsed, his voice reduced to a strangled gasp.

Alastor looked down at Freed with a mixture of pity and disdain. "You won't be doing anything. You're not a threat anymore. You never were."

Freed's fists clenched in helpless fury, his body trembling under the weight of Alastor's power. Every nerve in his body screamed for action, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't move. His arrogance, his bravado, everything had been shattered in a matter of seconds.

"Stop fighting it," Alastor said, almost as if he were talking to a wounded animal. "This is the end."

Freed's face twisted with madness, but his voice was nothing more than a broken whisper now. "I... I'll... kill... you..."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly, but his resolve didn't waver. "No, Freed. You won't."

With a final surge of energy, Alastor released the full force of his power, and Freed let out a blood-curdling scream as the dark energy consumed him completely. His body convulsed violently before going utterly still. For a moment, the church was filled with nothing but the sound of Freed's ragged breathing as the last vestiges of his strength slipped away.

The light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by an empty, lifeless stare.

Alastor stood over Freed's limp form, his expression unreadable. 

One down, three more to go.

"Rest in agony, Freed," Alastor murmured quietly. He turned away from the fallen exorcist, his back to the destruction.

Kiba and Koneko, who had watched the entire confrontation from a distance, approached cautiously. Kiba's sword was still drawn, but there was no need for it anymore. He stared at Freed's lifeless body, a look of both relief and awe on his face.

"You took him out so quickly..." Kiba muttered, his voice filled with both respect and slight disbelief. "I didn't think anyone could handle him like that."

Koneko, silent as always, merely nodded, her golden eyes fixed on Alastor. There was something in the way she looked at him—perhaps a newfound understanding of just how powerful he truly was. She hadn't expected Freed to be such a formidable opponent, but she also hadn't expected Alastor to dispatch him so effortlessly.

Alastor glanced back at them, his expression softening slightly. "Freed was a psychopath. A rabid dog with no control. It wasn't strength that made him dangerous—it was his insanity." He paused, his gaze flickering to Kiba. "And madness can only get you so far before it destroys you."

Kiba nodded slowly, understanding the deeper lesson behind Alastor's words. He sheathed his sword, a thoughtful look on his face. "You're right. But still, the way you handled him... It was incredible."

Alastor gave a small smile, but there was no arrogance behind it. "I've dealt with worse, trust me."

Koneko's quiet voice broke the silence. "We should hurry."

Alastor nodded in agreement. "Yes, one my way."

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