My Primordial Demon System

Silva and Peter pulled up at the warehouse. They walked out of the car and headed for the warehouse. Silva tossed Peter a sword and then pulled on his gauntlets.

Whatever was inside there, it was about to be an issue. He stood before the door, lifted his foot, and kicked the door open. It flew off its hinges, slammed into the ground, and skidded forward for a few meters.

He stepped inside. It was a massive warehouse, and there were a ton of cargo inside. But also people, his senses picked up more than fifty people there. But it also picked up one very important individual, and that was Noel.

And from the look of things, Noel was quickly arranging his bags and stuff so that he could leave the place. There was a look of urgency on his face.

Their presence had been noticed at this point. A couple of guys walked up.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing here? This is private property," one yelled.

Silva looked at him. He didn't speak, he didn't say anything, he simply rushed forward at the man. His speed was so great none of them could react to it.

All they heard was the sound of bones cracking, blood spilling.

BooooooM

The man was thrown back. He slammed into the wall so hard he shattered all his bones and collapsed to the ground dead. He wasn't moving at all.

Silva turned off notifications. He looked at the men, his eyes glowing. "Any of you that knows where my sister is, speak up now, or I'll make sure you feel the pain all the way to hell," he said.

"Kill this fucker!" one man yelled and rushed forward. Silva frowned, he planted his feet into the ground, spun, and slammed one man right in the neck, twisting his head and killing him.

Peter ran up as well. With a slash, a wind arc shot out and cut through one man, splitting him in two. The massacre began.

Noel heard the noise from outside, so he rushed out of the office to see what was happening, and then he saw chosen men getting mangled by Silva and Peter. He instantly went pale when his eyes met with Silva.

He could see it, the cold eyes of a killer. There was no mercy behind those eyes. Silva would definitely kill him.

When Noel saw Peter, and the guilty expression on his face, he knew that something had happened to his sister. He snapped.

It was as if color drained from everything. All he saw was black and white; the only heat he saw was that of Noel standing in the distance.

[The sin of Rage has activated.]

The skill that he had set out not to use activated. Silva's breathing became heavy, his eyes glowed, and a purple aura surrounded his body. Patterns spread across.

He shot forward, his speed was so immense that the force killed nearly half the men in an instant. He grabbed him, lifting him off the ground.

Noel started to struggle. He activated his own awakened ability, using his mouth to shoot a breath of flames on Silva's face, but the aura around him blocked it.

"I warned you. I told you never to hurt her," Silva spoke, his voice guttural and heavy. There was only rage behind it.

"I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death," he said. His claws started digging into the neck of Noel. He screamed and yelled as blood dripped out, but no matter what he did, Silva refused to let go.

"Where the hell is my sister!" he roared, his rage increasing.

BAM!

Suddenly, a door was slammed open. He turned his head and there he saw Ella. But that wasn't the Ella he knew. Her face was almost fully demonic, she stood with inches-long claws, and fangs from her teeth.

Her glowing eyes locked on Silva and Noel. She had found her target, Noel. She lunged forward. With one hand she slammed into Silva, throwing him into a metal shelf. He broke through it and slammed into the ground.

She grabbed Noel, looking right into his eyes as deep growls came from her.

"Ella, please, don't do—"

CRUNCH!

Her teeth dug into his neck. She ripped out half of it, killing him instantly.

Everyone watched in horror, the men and Peter alike. The remaining men scattered immediately. This was an issue far above their pay grade. Silva slowly got up on his feet, he looked at his sister, who despite already killing Noel was still overtaken by rage.

"Ella," he muttered. He took off his gauntlets and walked toward her.

"Bro, what are you doing?" Peter yelled.

"Being a big brother," Silva muttered before shooting forward. Ella saw him and attacked. He dodged her attack and grabbed her hands.

"Ella, stop, listen," he yelled, but she wasn't there. She swung her hand and threw him back. He slammed into a wall.

She rushed at him again with the intention of finishing it. Silva dodged as she slammed into the wall and cracked it.

He rolled out of the way and got on his feet. "Ella, listen to my voice, it's your brother, me." He tried to get through to her, but she couldn't hear him. She rushed at him again, so he took a deep breath and took a risk.

She slashed down, her claws headed for his shoulder. He stood there and took it. It dug deep into his body, blood splattered in all directions.

The pain was sharp and immense. He gritted his teeth and held her hand gently. He looked her right in the eye.

"I'm here, sis. Whatever it is, your brother is here," he said with a smile. She stared at him, the glow in her eyes slowly died.

"Big bro," she muttered before she collapsed. Silva caught her before she could fall. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm so glad you are fine."