With almost animalistic growl of anger, Sugou kicks a stray can into the street.
Fury bubbling inside him, he thinks of the despicable, lowly bitch Asuna and her incorrigible lovesick dog Kazuto. He thinks of the way the bastard had stolen the girl's heart. He thinks of the way he brainwashed her, turned her against him.
Even more, he thinks of how Kazuto deprived him of his well-deserved prize.
The thing he thinks of most being Asuna's disgraceful betrayal. Of how, with a smile on her face, she fed her father all of the information she knew. Of what Sugou has done, was planning on doing, everything done to the most minor detail.
Before he could think any more though, he hears a cough originate behind him. The low, craggly sound coming from the alleyway.
Disgusting. Sugou thinks with a depraved, heartless grin.
He doesn't think much more beyond that as he feels something hard and calloused grip him by the wrist.
Hearing low mumbling, all the man can focus on is the red filling his vision as a lowly peasant dares to touch him. Him, Sugou, of all people!
He may not be Oberon, King of the Faeries, but such a prestigious rank does not diminish in reality.
"Unhand me you filth!" Sugou hisses.
And promptly coughs up blood as a sharp, piercing pain runs up his spine. Beginning at the base of his spine, Sugou looks down to see an elegant dagger running through him. Considering the blade's craftsmanship and the clean surface where the fresh blood ends, it's never before tasted human blood.
Almost as if it was made specifically for him.
Another burst of pain running through his as the man behind him pulls the dagger out and stabs him again, the man pulls him into the alleyway.
"I know what you've done, you sickening bastard." The faceless man hisses, removing the dagger again before wiping some of it on his pants.
"What?" Sugou asks, feeling terror creeping it's way up his spine.
"The man's most dire sins catching up with him." A new, feminine voice adds, this time wielding a simple kitchen knife.
"Playing with the lives of the innocent." The faceless man says, cutting slashes across Sugou's legs.
He howls in pain both as the cuts and at the searing pain that fills him when the faceless man stabs Sugou through both his feet.
"Thinking of oneself as a God." The faceless woman says, removing the faceless man's dagger to run a slash up both of his arms with her dual weapons.
Her attack is clunky, the cuts jagged and haphazard, but that does nothing to weaken the pain ripping through him.
"Please," Sugou hisses lowly through clenched teeth. "Just stop, I'll give you anything, anything at-"
He doesn't get much further as the faceless man takes the daggers and uses one to run a slash along Sugou's throat. Such a move almost makes him incapable of speech.
As wet, ugly sounds fill the air, Sugou sees the two faceless figures through his blurred vision. The two idly exchange daggers over and over again, clearly knowing that their prey won't get away, their hunt uninterrupted.
While the faceless figures descend on him, using their weapons to cut Sugou's skin over and over and over again, Sugou feels a rage consume him.
Damn you, damn you, damn you!
The life beginning to ebb from his body, the light dimming from his eyes, the last thing that Sugou can either see or feel is both of the nameless figures using their weapons to run through Sugou's heart before running each other through.
Damn...you...
Originally Posted: August 31st, 2017.