While the fight between Avi and Hoka was certainly impressive, that did not mean that the audience of three only quietly watched. Emma cheered, she didn't know who she was cheering for though. The healers gawked, F.B. snored (or pretended to at least), and The Queen talked.
Mainly to her daughter, Malty Q. Melromarc. A popular beauty within the kingdom. The people couldn't fathom why the crown Princess was Melty, the younger and less sociable princess. But they believed in their royal family. As for the nobles… well it was a bit more split. Many supported Malty, both the oblivious ones and the corrupt. It was almost a fifty fifty split, with a few traditional nobles and a few honorable noble families breaking the tie leaning it to be in Melty's favor. To be honest their opinions didn't matter in this issue of the future ruler, but they still liked to feel influential.
Malty had heard of the private spar and decided to drop in. Uninvited of course, as per her style. And as she momentarily watched the heroes fight,
She specifically queued in on the flame hero. It was only because Malty knew her mother was near that she didn't sneer. Apparently there were reports of the flame hero having a demi-human slave, the Pope of the three heroes church had claimed the new hero of flame was most likely corrupted and needed to be extinguished. Hence the head had called to Malty for her aid, promising a rare and powerful artifact for succeeding. Plus, it couldn't hurt having connections to the church. It was after a few moments of Malty mulling over her plan that the queen noticed Malty, and waved her over.
"Do you see that man over there?" the queen pointed at Hoka with her fan when Malty was at her side.
"The flame hero? Of course I do. His combat style is unique." Malty knew she had to be careful around her mother, there was a reason she was called the ice vixen of melromarc, and an obvious slip up would ruin her plans.
The Queen almost rolled her eyes, she had raised the girl. She had seen first hand how her husband had spoiled her and how she changed over the years. She knew who her daughter was inside. Still, she hid her disappointment, it would be a hindrance if her daughter and husband knew her inner thoughts.
'If she knew that I understood her, she'd try to eliminate me to get to power. Even now I'm sure she plans something, although not as audacious as plotting against her own family I'm sure.' Oh Queen if only you knew…
'If she were to know she'd make some reckless actions and become even more of a burden. She may even point her hand against me. I don't want to have to deal with that at the moment.' The Queen knew Malty, unfortunately the Queen also had some lingering familial bias and underestimated the lengths Malty would go to.
'She wouldn't try anything against the heroes themselves. There'd be no motive to, no reason to try to make a hero her enemy.' So with that the Queen made her decision.
"I would like you to join his team." Malty hid a sinister grin, it seemed as if Lady Luck was smiling upon her in particular.
"Oh?" She feigned delightful surprise, "I'd love to! It's always been my dream to accompany a hero on his travels." She crooned.
The Queen was torn, the part of her that still loved her daughter wanted to cry out, "I'm sure you did my dear!" but the other more careful part wanted to say, "You're laying it on a bit thick." Instead the Queen opted for silence, covering her grimace with her fan.
"But why?" Malty questioned innocently, but the Queen was not fooled. She resisted the urge to squint at her daughter, instead deciding to sharpen her gaze, laying it on her daughter as she tried to decipher the puzzle that was her daughters plan, all the while speaking.
"Well, the flame hero, Hoka has acquired a slave, I'm worried he believes the only people he can trust and rely on are slaves that are forced to do his bidding." The Queen understood that slavery was a necessary trade, it made up a good part of the kingdoms income. So she didn't meddle with it. However she didn't really like it either, which meant that she let it do as it pleased, monitoring as well as she could. At the moment, she had more pressing concerns. After all slavery was an issue that was always too controversial to address.
"Be a good party member and help form a bond between him and our kingdom." With that she dismissed Malty, concentration fully focused on the game of words she and Malty had just played, trying to decipher everything she had gleaned.
'We made an alliance with the other races, but since the heroes' first experiences are in our human kingdom we may be able to get them to be more loyal to us than the others.' The Queen wanted peace, but she always put her people first. If she could do something to make the heroes choose them over the other countries then she would do it without hesitation.
Malty wanted her first impression on Hoka to absolutely dazzle him and make him absolutely head over heels for her, though it was unlikely, but that was unknown to her. Plus she had seen Hoka's slave stirring on the bench when she left. The kitsune would wake soon. Knowing it had been injured when he had gotten it. He would most likely be more focused on the slave than her, and to be overshadowed by the slave. A mere demi-human. No way her pride could let that happen. She absolutely had to be the center of attention.
After the spar Avi and Hoka had, Malty took a full week to prepare her appearance, her facial expressions, and even scripted everything she was going to say to Hoka upon their first meeting. But neither the queen nor Malty noticed F.B. subtly listening in on their conversation, and while bias stopped the queen from completing the puzzle, F.B. had no such reservations.
'I should probably warn Hoka.' After waiting for everyone to disperse, F.B. trailed after Hoka, following him to his room, and was about to warn him of Malty. Unfortunately for both Hoka and F.B., Katsumi chose that moment to wake up
The look of confusion and joy on Hoka, as well as the mix of consternation and panic on Katsumi's face. Especially at the sight of Hoka picking up a fertilized egg (Katsumi's tail was sensitive and she subconsciously felt the heartbeat and warmth it emitted) and swallowing it whole, did not escape F.B. as he chose to wait there to see what Hoka would do, making sure his presence was as invisible as possible.
After hearing Hoka decide to go get food with Katsumi, F.B. decided to leave him alone and with that decision F.B. floated back to his room.
He had picked up some books from the library he wanted to read. Having picked out books that Avi has not read to see if there was any more to this world they didn't know about. Settling into a comfortable cloud he reached over and opened up one of the many large books he had gotten.
F.B. let a sigh escape his lips, apparently Avi hadn't gotten all of the information. He had missed a few things. Considering he only had a few hours F.B. figured he shouldn't have assumed Avi learned everything. There were other races, though information on them was scarce, the first was the Insect-kin, a sub species of beast-kin, from what he had read nothing particular happened, it was just that the insect and beast-kin always tried to hurt one another, so they went their separate ways.
Next was the godkin, basically it was one word to describe the whole species, which was both correct and incorrect, the species seemed to have a system very similar to humans ranking, a first rank had one pair of wings and that continued to climb up to 3 pairs of wings, so they basically went from rank 0(no wings) to rank 3(three pairs of wings), and besides them having a system similar to ranking, and them known for having support and light magic, that was basically all that was known about them, except that they apparently lived in the sky, somewhere.
Then the demonkin, now this species was a bit more complicated, while as a whole they were called demonkin, they had subspecies though it looked like the pages over them were ripped out, but. long ago there was a demonkin who had called herself the demon Queen, it's unknown if she was actually a demonkin, basically everything about her conflicted her real species, some said she has ears of a elf, some said she had a pair of pitch black wings like a warped godkin, some said she had a black and white striped tail like a Hakuko, some said she had the eyes of a insect-kin, some said she had a set of horns of a demon on her head, some said she had the height of a dwarf, some said she had a set of fangs like a vampire(which apparently existed) and on and on and on this went, detail over detail about her conflicting, though one thing that always stayed the same, is that past all the conflicting looks, she somehow looked human, but these records were hundreds of years old, where it says she disappeared with the rest of the demonkin into another dimension. 'I don't know how to feel about this, either disappointed at how little is known of them, story only telling me that there are demons and vampires and that they use darkness magic, or fear her for possibly being every species combined, meh whatever.' mentally shrugging F.B. sat the book aside, picking up a much smaller book.
Staring blankly at his wall, eyes still hidden, F.B. contemplated what he had read once more. Avi had been correct there where four magics, but those where only the four human's could do, nearly every species had their own type of magic that humans couldn't perform, elf's had some obscure magic that sounded like a ritual or circle spell, but did not solidly fit in both, but he had his suspicions that it might be some type of sacrificial type magic, giving up an specific object for power.
Then Dwarfs, the magic was surprisingly straight forward, rune magic basically, carving a single magical symbol into an object and then empowering it with mana, creating some new affect, though to him personally it sounded like if someone was coding, using an obscure language to string them together to do something.
Demi-human magic was already fairly obvious, the ability to transform fully into an animal, but the skill was still rare to an extent. But what was interesting was that Insect-kin actually had some type of insect spells, controlling them at their will, it was basically the only one that spelled out what it did and how, they use their natural attunement to insects to call on them with a ingrained command spell that only affects insects. Demonkin and godkin were still obscure, nothing known on how they use darkness or light magic.
'...how long have I been reading?' F.B. questioned himself before he got up, stretched, and walked out the door. Off to take a stroll through the city.
'Where am I?' F.B. had near photographic memory, which was why he went somewhere new every time he set out to take a walk. Sometimes it was nice seeing the same scenery, but here everything was new. If he explored then he'd be getting two things done at the same time. This time he ventured deep into the ghetto, where everything looked the same. Glass crunched underneath his feet, drunkards that had collapsed with their ass in the air simply seemed to spawn every time he turned a corner. He could smell the low grade drugs and alcohol in the air. On earth every time he smelled or saw a drug he knew exactly how to make it, and from what he had seen most of the drugs were less advanced really. Most times he actually did, and sold it.
Memories from when he was 7 years younger flashed through his mind, memories that only three years later were filled with the sound of someone dying from a single sip of their drink nearly everyday.
F.B. shook his head, 'Snap out of it. I regret what I did but I saved more people than I hurt.' It still didn't help that on occasion his past crept up on him at the most inconvenient time. But he refused to run from his past, confronted it instead everytime.
Dragged from his thoughts, he heard voices, young, muscle memory alone made him disappear into the alleyway next to him, slowly blanketing the block he was in with fog, that while hindering everyone else, allowed him to see perfectly, not that he needed, but it still hid him from others sight.
His steps were quiet with a practiced grace, gliding through the alleyways as he peered at the scene in front of him. A boy and a girl looked to be twins, the boy was screaming gibberish as he was beat by the man above him, only a few meters away F.B. heard the sickenly crack of a skull forcibly hitting the ground, looking over, F.B. saw a man with brown hair, his body limp over the body of a woman, a demi-human, blood pooled beneath both of their heads, another large man smirking over their dead body's.
The situation was grim as the boy was beaten and the girl was dragged away, screaming and clawing as she tried to escape the man who had held her leg, the gin on the men's face making F.B.'s hair stand on-end in disgust, having figured out the situation.
With a thought F.B. forcibly slowed their blood flow, the man who was dragging the girl had frozen, gasping in pain before coughing, that was a mistake. One cough turned into two then three and then a dozen, and soon he collapsed, blood leaking from his mouth as his blood vessels busted, heart getting clogged as he drowned in his own blood.
The other two men had stopped moving, looking at their friend as he died from coughing, like he had died from some sickness, they both quietly whimpered in pain as ice shard filled adrenaline made loops in their body's, and soon the man who had been beating the boy broke.
Screaming as if he was insane he began to wildly look around, shouting, demanding someone show themselves, all the while he began to bleed, the shards of ice making their way through his skin as he slowly began to bleed from dozens of tiny holes as they began to form from his accelerated blood pressure, and soon he died from blood loss, leaving only one, the man standing over the two dead body's of who F.B. could only guess whas the boy and girls parents, looking over F.B. saw the cat like ears on the woman's head, there was an exact copy on the young boys head, and looking closer they looked to be only 10, twins most likely, the boy having blond hair like his mother and the girl having brown hair like her father.
F.B. blinked recognizing the sound of a body collapsing, looking over at the last man, while on the outside he looked normal, on the inside every inch of the man's brain was filled with varying amounts of tiny ice shards, resulting in a shortly painful death, it was not something the man deserved, but he had grit and refused to die like the other two, but died all the same.
The boy and girl were huddled together, continuously looking between the three men, eyes wide, but a small part of F.B. felt sympathy at how they only looked surprised by how the men died, not the blood or the fact they died.
Silently approaching, he observed the boy and girl, the boy was bloody, littered with multiple bruises and cuts, but nothing important seemed to be broken, the girl's hands were bloody, fingernails ripped up but none where missing, the girl also had a hand shaped bruise on her leg, and F.B. realized with a frown that she was wearing a skirt.
Knowing they were already dead, F.B. shook off his momentary rage, bottling it up so it could be unleashed on the one's responsible for this
Noisily he dropped a thing of water, a bag of bread, and 10 gold coins worth of silver, disappearing before they could see him, he kept the fog locked onto them, if something happened to them, he wanted to know.
Sighing wearily F.B. was about to start heading back to the castle, but the shattering of glass followed by a feminine scream filled the air, it was only a second later before F.B. was off, slipping through alleyways as he heard the scream again, more muffled, filled with sobbing following the sound of more glass shatter, but this time F.B. had a location, feeling the water inside of a body on the floor, covered by more water, and a few seconds later he saw the scene with his own eyes.
A girl around 14 to 17 years old, was sprawled out in front of a large steel door. A glance revealed a shattered window above her, and a shattered glass mug was shattered across her back, F.B. squinted, the girl's hair looked pink, but his powers told him that it was covered in blood, but nearly every part of her was, cuts, bruises, and hand marks covered her body.
He could only see her back, but even that was enough to make F.B. rage. Whip marks, they scared her back dozens overlapping dozans, even from the distance he was, he could see that she had been freshly whipped, the glass digging into her open wounds, it was when he was only a few meters away that he smelled it.
Sex, the stench permented the area, and as he got even closer he could smell it not only from the building, but also from the girls body, a closer look told him a story he would rather didnt exist, and if anyone ever asked, all he could say is that he was confused at what he felt, he could tell the girl was still a virgin, but he wished the bodily fluids that was on her back wasnt their, marking the fresh wounds white, the blood pooling out become pink.
Creating a cloud beneath her, F.B. froze, the girl was pale, that wasn't surprising from the amount of blood that was leaking from her, but her body was unnaturally cold while her heart still beat on weakly, gritting his teeth, he turned the girl over, ignoring her naked state as he opened her mouth, where normally was a persons canine teeth were gaps, but the gaps were to wide for normally sized canine teeth, shaking the hesitation from his body, he opened her eyes, only to be met with pitch black sclera, and swimming in the pitch black pools were bright red rings, glossy, indicating she was asleep, stepping back and covering her in his cloud he began to walk towards the castle sighing all the while, it was just his luck he would find a vampire. But of course that didn't stop F.B. from looking back at the discrete brothel, silently promising that they would pay.
"S-she'll need intensive care for around 7 or so days." The healer named Healter stuttered, the always bored looking hero felt colder than usual, and the healer felt goosebumps breakout across his skin. Trying to shake off the momentary fear he felt.
'I'm probably just nervous since a hero is talking to me.' Healter tried telling himself.
"Why does it take so long?" F.B. frowned.
"Well not only is she injured externally but she also has a lot of internal bleeding, diseases, and broken bones. One of her lungs collapsed, she would have died had you brought her any later. Even now she is in critical condition." Healter skirted across the fact that she also needed to be cleaned for disease, the smell obvious to the healers, so the young healer could only brave the anger the hero most likely felt finding a girl in such a condition, the idea of the hero himself never crossing their mind.
The healer started to get clammy, "U-uh… we could give her faster treatment if we had higher ranked healers but most of them have been deployed over the country to heal those who have been hurt from the latest wave. We don't have a lot nor many skilled healers on hand."
"Alright, take care of her. Take your time, just do your job well."
"Yessir." As F.B. left, the healer breathed a sigh of relief.
'Why was that so nerve-wracking?' The young healer resisted the urge to crumple to the floor and turned back to the girl, where the healer's colleagues were treating the girl.
"Hold on." F.B. suddenly popped his head in the doorway abruptly.
"Firstly, make sure the curtain's are always drawn closed, second keep a blind fold on her at all times, thirdly if she's colder than expected that's because I'm cooling her body down to make the treatments easier, finally. Where's the alchemy store?"
Two Days Later:
F.B. looked at the table that was nearly overflowing with ingredients. He had spent a day briefly reading up on the alchemical properties in this world and took the other to buy what he needed. F.B. was a surprisingly creative person. He may be efficient and subtle but some of his inventions were downright diabolical. For the first time in his adventure, F.B. smiled.
"This will be fun."
Emma had finally gotten Avi to teach her martial arts, it had only been two day since his spar but Emma was picking up the basics quickly. Where and how to hit, Avi started her against objects that didn't move so she could figure out the movements before anything complicated. Avi was planning on going on his first adventure out in three more days so he wanted to teach Emma basic self-defense beforehand. Nothing special, but it would help her. He was surprised to, Emma was tall for a girl, but she wasn't that skinny, she was very well built and in shape. This helped for obvious reasons. Although standing at 6'5 not many people were taller than him.
Avi thought back to when Hoka was flinging him around, out of the corner of his eye he had caught a glimpse of Malty and The Queen. They were looking at Hoka. He made two mental notes, ask Hoka for another spar, and two, find out what the Queen and her daughter was scheming and then warning Hoka about it.
"Can you help me implement my cards into self-defense too?" Emma asked Avi, excitement loud in her voice.
Emma was happy. Maybe it wasn't obvious to others but she was coming out of her shell a bit. Perhaps it was the way people treated her like a hero, or that she finally had friends to be comfortable around. She wanted to go on an adventure soon, she wasn't sure the exact date. But going exploring was an extremely attractive idea to her and she didn't want to wait.
No matter how excited Emma was she never forgot that her highest priority was herself. At first she didn't know what to think about the world, the first experiences weren't the most inviting. But as she spent more time she grew to like the people and the Queen, and so she made a promise to herself to help them out if she could. As for Aultcray and Malty she didn't really know anything about.
'Well… I'm sure everything will be fine.' With that she refocused on memorizing which part of the body hurt the most.
First F.B. created a few poisons and acids for the torture. He was used to stuff like this, comfortable even, but there were innocents where he was going and his mist provided the most capable way to selectively paralyze someone, so he just skipped over making paralytics.
The night before he had slowly pushed mist into the cracks in the doorway, that way when the water condenses he could map out the interior without going in himself. He still wasn't an expert on this world's fantastical ingredients but his concoctions were simple enough.
The music was echoey but soft from outside the building, the building was most likely sound proofed. In front of the steel door stood F.B., he breathed deeply, and placed his hand on the door, the trickling sound of ice crawling around the door quiet enough to not be noticed over the music inside.
With a mental twist the hinges were crushed and collapsed, the door falling before shattering across the ground, the ice around the metal shards quickly melting and evaporating, pulling and weaving the vapor into a scarf around his lower face.
Within was a long stairway and at the bottom was a dim room. He smelled sweat and alcohol. He could hear guttural moans and shrill screams. F.B.'s rage grew, he uncorked one bottle and tossed it downwards. Gasses began to spill outwards. It smelled nice, and was nearly colorless, the people within would just think it was another drug. The sleep agent worked as fast as he expected it to be, using his powers to move the sleeping agent room to room making sure it was precise and soon he felt it was time.
F.B. walked in, and through the hallway. F.B. explored various hallways and rooms, making sure no area was free of gas. He was fine since he had a cloud scarf over his mouth and nose. Three men started shouting from behind him.
"Who is he?" dead meat one spoke.
"I don't know! But people are collapsing!" dead meat two yelled.
"Doesn't matter! Get him!" dead meat three bellowed.
F.B. groaned and rubbed his ears, "You're right next to each other, stop shouting." And with that a part of his cloud scarf shot forward, condensing it within moments. The scarf slammed into the man on the left. His head exploded backward as he was hit, with grey matter splattering across the wall behind them, and shards of bone stuck to the wall like shrapnel. It was as if someone reamed him with a bowling ball. His corpse collapsed inward with a thump, blood spurting out to fill something that wasn't there anymore.
F.B. sent another large ball of fog right over the one on the right's head. This time it didn't condense, but froze into a hollow ball of ice. The unnamed man spun around with a dome of ice on his head, trying to get it off, despite it being sealed at the neck. Then F.B. summoned icicles spikes from inside the orb and shot it inward into the man's skull. Blood flooded the transparent sphere, a dark crimson liquid painting the walls and filling up the crystalline ball. His arms drooped and his body fell backwards. As he hit the ground the ice burst and blood went everywhere.
"Oh… I kind of wish the ice didn't break. I could've had my own little snow globe." F.B. shuddered,
"Never mind, I would have to look at your face if I did."
The only remaining small fry tried to bolt, but F.B. simply grabbed him by the hair and flung him over his shoulder right through a wall. The hole revealed a secret room with a bunch of girls chained up in the dark. They were underaged and severly malnourished. F.B. took in the sight before seeing the man pathetically trying to crawl away. It seemed that his legs were broken. F.B. slowly sauntered over to the man and stomped on his hand, crushing his fingers. The man cried out in agony.
"p-please… I didn't do anything… they made me…"
F.B. kneeled down and whispered in his ear.
"Do you know what I hate the most? Rape. Do you know what I hate even more? People who rape children." F.B. exhaled slowly, mist escaping in a long whisp that chilled the man, "I'm going to take my time with you."
Two men appeared out from the dark. They must have been guarding this room. Wielding longswords they both attacked him. F.B. shot an icicle through the man on the left's neck. It embedded but didn't go through. F.B. didn't want him to die just yet. One down one left, as the man on the right swung down F.B. just sidestepped, encased his fist in ice, and slammed it into his wide open chest. He could feel his ribs implode inwards and splinter with a gruesome crunch. The man fell to his knees and clutched his chest, gasping for air.
F.B. swept hair out of his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. He was enjoying this way more than he should. Then he turned and slammed his fist into the back of the man's head, smashing him into the concrete floor.
"Wow… you aren't dead yet?" F.B. was impressed by his tenacity. It still didn't stop him from repeatedly pounding him further into the ground. When he was done the man's entire upper body was pulverized innards strewn about, a puddle of rapidly increasing blood pooled around him.
"Ugh." F.B. wasn't a clean freak, but by no means did he like being covered in sticky liquids.
F.B. got up and looked to the convulsing man with his throat punctured. His eyes were wide with revulsion and panic. F.B. walked over to him, making sure to take his time. He then took out a scalpel and a bottle
"Do you know what's in this bottle? A highly flammable acid that eats at your flesh and bones but doesn't do enough to kill you. But that'll be at the end." F.B. put the potion away and used the scalpel to cut both of the man's achilles heels.
"I don't really like brutality. So for you I will be dissecting you alive. Rearranging organs, giving you heart attacks, destroying you from within. You know the drill. No anesthetic of course. Then I'll use the potion."
An hour and a half later and the man's charred body stopped seizing. F.B. looked over to the final remaining man. The one he had thrown through the wall. He had a severe concussion, the way he stared dazedly at F.B. proved it. His brain was already damaged. No way F.B. was going to let him go that easily though. F.B. created a perfect replica of a syringe, taking out another potion and pouring the concoction into the empty syringe, "Do you want to guess what this is?" F.B. asked dead meat two, holding the ice made syringe, lighty taping to shake the yellow liquid inside.
"No?" dead meat two answered, still far from being able to respond to fear properly, "Well to put it simply, once it enters the body it sets all the nerves it makes contact with aflame in pain. It also gives you a feeling of suffocation. Eventually you will fall into a coma from the pain, so while you won't be able to appreciate the pain your body will feel, at least you won't try to escape reality." with those final words F.B. took out another scalpel, holding the man's head and jaw still.
The scalpel in his hand aimed at the man's head, the rip resting and breaking the skin of the man's head, before he pushed, there was not a single sound, but the way the man's body relaxed, but eyes still focused, showed that F.B. was successful, "You see, while many don't realise it, as long as nothing important like the part that automates the body is destroyed, other parts of the brain can be destroyed, such as motive controls." F.B. explained to the limp man.
Slowly F.B. hummed as he injected the syringe into the man's vein, instantly the pain was obvious in the man's eyes, tears slowly sliding down unblinking eyes, smirking, F.B. finally turned his attention to the top of the building, slowly making his way up before coming to a wooden door.
Opening the door, F.B. looked at the boss of this place, rugged with a sleazy look to him, F.B. almost seemed to glide as he let his mist fill the room, slowly ticking the room's temp down.
With a thought the sleeping agent in the man was forced out, almost instantly the man woke up, a chant on the tip of his tongue, but the man's eyes widened, stunned to find he couldn't move his tongue, eyes trailing the stretched out arm, finding it ended with his tongue being touched by a single finger.
His eyes snapped back up as F.B. began to speak, "While I haven't personally experience it, I've heard that while burning and drowning to death are horrible, apparently dying of frostbite is the worst, slowly suffering as your body gives up and an instinctual fear whips your mind into a frenzy, but your body is unresponsive as your left with only your mind" F.B. slowly explained, his hand ripping the man's now frozen tongue out before shattering it in his hand, slowly he let his hands trail the man's arms, back, throat, lower half, lower jaw, and finally his eyes, all the while shattering them after they had finished freezing over.
That night numerous blood curdling screams erupted from the whore house. Shivers went down the spines of anyone who was unlucky enough to hear them. That night went down in legend, if you do something bad the Red Mist would come to get you. And if it does, then nothing, and I mean nothing, can help you then. By the next morning all the surfaces inside were red with blood, mounds of guts and intestines just formed heaps in random places. Occasionally you'd see a shard of white bone sticking out somewhere it shouldn't be.
As if by miracle, a large number of girls who had vanished suddenly returned home. They were shaken, and traumatized. None of them could accurately depict their saviour, or even clearly remember that night's event. Each description differed from the next, but every restored family thanked the Avenging Angel that fixed their fractured home. It might be that the so-called Angel was more of a Demon. But in the end there was a happy ending so I guess it doesn't matter that much.
When F.B. stepped out of that now scarlet door, he felt more refreshed and energized than he had in months. He breathed in the fresh air, "How satisfying." and went on his way.