Self Improving - Chapter 4

In a worn down building, Aeous stared at the young gruff fat man who remained hidden partially by the darkness. The compact man wore a red and yellow colored robe and seemed calm, a hidden lake of arrogance hidden underneath his calm persona.

His rosy cheeks and piercing gaze maintained themselves in their stillness watching Aeous.

“This daddy is asking your ass a question, want a beating? Drop the stick before this daddy while you do so.” The auburn-haired man yipped.

Aeous paused, he was unsure of what to say to this man, this very short fat man. Why does he refer to himself as daddy? The cocky bastard. He is small, even with that, it is better to underestimate yourself before you underestimate your opponents.

That’s it! This must be a clash of culture.

He does not wear armor either. Dropping the rake would be in my best interest even if the fat angel does not have armor. The strong do not get questioned, they are the ones who ask the questions.

“Name yourself first, what is your name and why are you here now?” Aeous asked loosening his grip on the rake.

“You are asking this Daddy why he is here, hmph.”The Auburn haired fatty harumphed arrogantly.

“It is a simple question, why does your feather covered as- why are you here, at least answer me that…” Aeous inquired in a bemoaning tone.

“This Daddy hates being questioned, but he is charitable so he shall tell you that much.” Despite the initial annoyance, the shorty with rosy cheeks regained his former calmness.

“You see this-” the man however short he may be stopped speaking at an inhumanly fast speed as if there existed a change in the air.

“Before I let you know, I need to do something to make our conversation go more smoothly. Young one go outside and see what awaits you. Or this Daddy will beat your ass until it has seen the difference between heaven and earth.”

Hesitantly he heads on over to the window, peering out he spots something that he wishes he could have realized would appear earlier. A small group composed of around 12 or 13 was walking up on the block.

“You need to see mount Tai first, ” The short man said before doing something that Aeous barely could recognize even happened.

The man dashed out the door. It was so fast that if Aeous did not see the fat man move he would have assumed that the man had teleported or something.

“Time for you to understand this Daddy’s greatness!” He chipped reaching the door and kicked it down with ease down before he proceeded to walk down the steps.

Aeous sought to extend not decrease his lifespan so he followed, right before hesitating and stopping right by the door frame hiding. He would come out, but he could not beat that pack of traitors, they were obviously a hunting party.

Just thinking about it made Aeous’s blood boil. Having the Short angels help if possible was the best option, dying on this day was not on his agenda.

With more questions stirring in his head, he thought as the crowd of head-hunters neared his position. This angel was unique but just how is he related to the angel in gold? Do they occupy different roles? Why is this fatso in robes while the birdies were in metal?

Style?

Is the short angel with modest wings a traitor?

None of the questions would get answered if he kept thinking, so he just detained them as the group finally reached their destination. If only a bit less exhausted they would look even more like a threat.

Huffing, and puffing the lanky man in the lead who had a dagger that seemed to glow seemed to breathlessly speak.

“Hey… We got you now bastard!”

“””Yeah!””” The crowd seemed to yell together if only just a bit exhausted after rushing over to their soon to be first catch. Few were on par with the short angel’s chunkiness. The group was a rag-tag bunch alright.

They quickly realized the small cloudlike feathers that acted as the auburn-haired man’s wings and the general atmosphere of the situation shifted in Aeous favor.

“Welcome mortals to this Daddy’s home.” The short man’s world’s looking up to me type of arrogance shined brighter than when Aeous first encountered it.

They quickly turn to look at each other before they looked towards the leader who looked partly exasperated and partly mellow.

“Who are you, an angel? Just one? Without armor?” A member of the small crowd inquired. The last question also seemed to be a question that already had an answer.

“Yes, fucker.” The auburn-haired fatty replied who slowly let his long sleeves dangle at his sides.

The leader of the group gathered their thoughts before saying something that even Aeous wouldn’t be half as brave to say. This man may be no gold angel, but he is something alright an existence that surpasses humans, in fighting prowess and gluttony.

“Let’s take his robe. I could use it to wipe my ass.” The bony man said while chortling.

“Oh, fucker, all you fuckers fail to see Mount Tai. Even when its right in front of you!” The cold glare of the fatty washed over all of the humans making their hearts shake in their very little boots.

“W-When we get our hands on that robe and that human you will be lucky to-,” the lanky man began to feel something wrong. Something very wrong, ‘what was with this angel?’ he wondered.

“I will be lucky to what?”The fatty took a breath before his posture changed. The slight change made him look really domineering his eyes retained wisdom and endless confidence. But when this new change in him appeared it made everyone scared shitless.

The fatty slowly adopted a fighting stance, reminiscent of martial arts, just refined tirelessly and just a bit different – as easy as if it were a trance.

Taking a deep breath the fatty launched himself towards the crowd of humans.

“With this Daddy’s palm in your face, you will finally see it!” The youthful angel quickly shot his hand through the leader’s stomach before ripping it from his chest cavity. The fatty gave no mercy as he elbowed the nearest human in the gut soon after. Then he continued to break down the moral and of all those present with powerful superhuman strikes using his arms.

Despair, that is what everyone felt except for Aeous…

He felt awe, that fellow had the power to back up his arrogance, but… this much?

He did not want to make enemies with the fatty and dropped the rake.

Corpses began littering the doorsteps of the house that was falling apart. The last enemy was quickly cornered.

With a small jab he was dealt with, but he muttered something unhesitantly.

“Mount Tai was simply too tall for this young dumb fool to see…” He quickly bled out.

“You say Mount Tai was too tall for you to see, well that is not entirely false.” The fatty seemed pleased as he stared at the destruction of the crew of inexperienced traitors while dusting off his robe.

Whilst he did so he noticed something which lightly glowed near the hands of the leader of the human traitors. “Well I’ll be, this Daddy is surprised to see such a thing here…”