Kill
BRB, counteracting the fluff in the last chapter.
The nine-year-old Chrona was finished killing bunnies.
"This is gonna be our first soul, Chrona, don't screw it up." Ragnarok jeered from Chrona's back.
They had already decided on their target. It would be that homeless guy that lived underneath the bridge on Banqou Street, which Chrona and Ragnarok were looking down at from the skyscraper. Nobody would miss him, that homeless guy, that's what Medusa-sama said. He'd been sick for the past few days, too. He'd be an easy target.
Like the bunnies. Simple. Wouldn't fight back.
It still felt weird to be killing a human, though.
"Ugyuuu..." Chrona groaned, a late response to Ragnarok's previous comment. He wouldn't screw anything up. This would go just like Medusa had told him to.
Right now.
Ragnarok's wings hardly kept Chrona from falling to his doom as the two glided downwards toward the bridge. Ragnarok yelled about how fat Chrona was and how he'd have to start eating all of his food again.
But this would be simple. Bunny-simple. Just like before. Nothing different.
They landed, slightly more gracefully than the first time they had flown together, and Chrona could see the man they had to kill.
He was disgustingly dirty, and he smelled like pee, and he was covered in layer upon layer of clothes. His beard was nasty and stringy, just like his hair, and his face looked old and tired.
But his eyes, his eyes were bright and grey and...
They looked like Chrona's.
And they were as wide as the bunny's.
And suddenly Chrona wasn't as convinced that this would be as easy as he'd hoped.
"Ragnarok, I don't wanna do this anymore."
"TCHEEE?" Ragnarok yelled, already in the form of a sword in his hand, and began the screech resonance without Chrona's consent.
"Aww, Ragnarok..." Chrona mumbled, already admitting defeat. He saw the homeless man gripping his head in agony, as all the victims of screech resonance did before they succumbed to the insanity and death it brought.
But suddenly, still clutching his head, the man noticed Chrona.
"Sweetie? Is that you?"
"Uguyuu?" Chrona grunted inquisitively. No-one called him that before. Especially no-one that was about to die.
"Daddy wanted to see you one more time," The man struggled with the words, as Ragnarok was still screaming, "Daddy's so happy, sweetie."
"R-Ragnarok! W-What should I do?" Chrona suddenly realized people might miss the man, probably this 'sweetie' person. Chrona didn't want that, that was being mean. Meaner than Ragnarok was to him all the time.
"KILL HIM, IDIOT!"
"Sweetie?"
There was an insane smile, and a flash of red.
Not black.