Death's Touch (A One Punch Man Female Reader Insert)

Chapter 8

Today was a usual day at City Z, monsters were once again wrecking everything in it's path. An army of armour cladded skeletons filled the streets. Heroes who were seeking to be famous attempted to take all skeletons down but they were overwhelmed by the amount of walking sacks of bones. One by one, careless, narcissistic heroes fell. Either wounded, unconscious or both. As per usual, our caped hero came a tad bit late. He walked to the army as warnings from still conscious heroes fell on deaf ears. A cyborg trailing behind. Saitama let the several skeletons hit him with their variety of weapons. Each and every weapon broke the second it hit the man. Genos on the other hand was blasting skeletons left and right, punching them in the jaw if they got too close. From the corner of his eye, he saw two skeletons at the sidewalk , away from the battle. A short one was leaning against a wall while the other taller scolded the shorter skeleton. Genos was able to pick up some of their conversation but immediately regreting it after hearing a pun

He decided to ignore them for they don't seem to be a threat and continue to fight and glance at Saitama once in a while.

Saitama dismissed them as too weak to actually cause damage him. With his usual powerful punch, sent them flying. Eventually, there were only a few skeletons around. While both heroes were focused on fighting, the gust of wind blew. The moment the wind would hit a skeleton, the skeleton would collapse then turn into dust, leaving the armour and weapon to fall. The mysterious wind passed our heroes as they stare at the dusty remains with confusion. Genos tried to look for those strange skeletons at the sidewalk but they seemed to have vanished. Not even their amour were left behind. He brushed it off for now and approached his master. Saitama kneeled down to examine the dust.

"It's so fine" he observed

"Did the wind cause this?" The cyborg questioned

"Hmmmm"

Genos took a glance at Saitama, who was playing with the dust pile. As if deep in thought

"Master"

"Yes?"

"Have you seen miss y/n? I have not seen her since last week"

The man stayed quiet, no exactly knowing the answer. Though, his thoughts were already drifting to the events of last week. That feeling, he couldn't quite get enough of. It was unsettling but exciting. Saitama did not say a word, instead he looked at the distance. Genos seemed to be concerned by the bald man's silence

"Master?"

"..." Saitama remained quiet

"Sensei?"

"..." Not a sound

"Sai-"

Genos was cut short as the Earth started to shake, the dust visibly moving. Genos had not expected this and lost his balance. The earthquake was so strong it shook the buildings around them. Saitama looked around, though his face held a blank look, he was expecting something. Something big and as if the world had read his mind, the ground began to break apart, causing a huge crater to form just in front of the duo. Genos stayed on the floor but Saitama watched as an entity emerged from the crater. First, a big blood red hand, reaching out. Claws that were bigger than Saitama himself. Then the rest of the monster- no demon's body emerged. It pulled it self out revealing a face full of terrifying fangs. Eyes seemed to contain souls of the fallen. Finally, horns, sharp enough to cut through passing planes and helicopters that got too close and long enough to pierce through the clouds above. The sky hsd turned to a glomy grey. It continued to claw it's way out the crater, taking Genos by the legs and dragging him into the crater. His yells of agony filled Saitama's ears along with the blood curdling scream of other poor unfortunate souls but he did nothing but watch. After which, a menacing laughed had filled the air. Saitama looked up at the demon who was now surrounded by souls. It snapped it's fingers and the souls, with a sorrowful look, charged at Saitama. Each soul had regretful and sorrowful facial expressions. They reached out to Saitama as he kept stepping back. He fell as an ghastly arm protruding from the ground grabbed his ankles. He layed there, seemingly helpless as the arm continued to pull itself up from the ground. The arm belonged to what seemed like a female who was pale. Her hair was long enough to cover her eyes but not her mouth which held a creepy blood filled smile. Her face drew closer as is ready to consume his soul from his eyes alone. As she moved, he caught a glimpse at her eyes. Her eyes gave him some kind of deja vu, as if he's seen it before. Saitama watched as she opened her fang filled mouth