Shadow-Demigod

 I fought not to return to consciousness, still feeling far too tired to be waking up. Still, I couldn't stop it and slowly let my eyes open. It was easier to move some of the most basic muscles now and I could blink more normally. I tried to raise a hand to rub the sleep out of my eyes, but the best I could do was make my fingers twitch. There was still the evil thing in my neck and the plastic tube running up my nose, but it seemed as if someone had been kind enough to cover my lower body with more than just a blanket. I heard a sigh and tried to turn my head to see the source. So much had changed since the last time my eyes were open. Th

 The small man was shaking like a brittle tree in a hurricane. His clothes were ragged and his skin sullen; with shaking hands, he adjusted his glasses. The two identical men in suits stood on either side of him, both with sunglasses and standing at attention. The man was kneeling on the tiled floor, staring at the man in front of him with terror. Akio, the Boss of the Neko Mafia, lounged on a black leather sofa in the middle of the room. Though his eyes were closed calmly, there was a distinct outline of a vein on his temple. The Boss was outraged and everyone in the room was enveloped in his menacing aura; some subordinates standing in th