Think well, child of Chaos. Will you bring it upon yourself to try and stop an entire race from being massacred? How will you, a pathetic child ever do such a thing? You should be immune to feeling anything after spilling as much blood as you did, yes? Why is it that you still feel for this sad race that is damned to die? Are you not yet corrupted fully? Your Level of Violence is higher than any other human due to your greedy little soul. I cannot understand... I cannot understand you not one bit, why do you save them? Why don't you just conquer them just as you're supposed to, child..? This new mindset will only kill you faster.
It's Hellish, I tell you.
The human quickly walked through the rain, once again repeating the process of taking yet another one of her fellow humans and snatching away their life as if they felt no pain. She did to them just as they did to the innocent monster civilians which they had killed mercilessly. She found it hard to take the lives of the Monsters, yet she was able to kill off those of her own species quite easily. She was incredibly odd now, demon-like. In what world did that make sense? Did she find it easier just because they had done wrong by the monsters?
The human hurried throughout the city, a squad of 7 humans, three dead. Four left.
She only needed to take away the three easiest first then leave the hardest for last. She could definitely do that, she hoped to all hell that they all were separated, it'll.. make the job far easier for her in the long run. She's sure she wouldn't get too hurt if she picked them all off one by one... there was far too much blood to be spilled, so would she break down before she is able to even reach that man? She hoped not. She needed to be in the best possible condition in order to fight him.
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She felt a deep fear radiate within her body as she spotted two human soldiers preparing to enter a monster house, she swallowed her spit, rushing over as she brought down her heavy blade upon one of their throats. She exhaled through her nose, grabbing the other soldier by the throat, dropping her sword in the process, snuffing them of any and all noise and eventually their own life. She was tainted. Forever tainted with the horrors of all that she has ever been forced to bear witness to in her entire life. The elixir of life spilled beneath her feet as a small Monster family watched in horror as one human took the lives of two others. Who was truly more 'monster' here? The monsters themselves, the humans who spilled the blood of their own or the dust of hundreds?
She couldn't bring herself to look at the monsters who stood before her. They broke out in tears of fear as they held onto each other tightly, fearing that they'd be next under that blade of sins. The human looked away, picking up then sheathing her blade as she forced herself to look at those fear-filled monsters. She inhaled shakily as her hands gripped onto her blood and dust-coated tunic.
"Please.. run away and be free from this war. Run to the mountain, Mount Ebbot.."
The human said quietly before running off to continue her search for the man of Determination. Her lungs and throat burned, she felt so much pain inside, she heaved and ached as she thought about how she had slain 5 humans. She was so incredibly tainted with sin, she found it so easy to kill off humans.
Steps. Puddles. Tears. Betrayal.
It wasn't long before she was found by that man, his eyes filled with anger as he glared daggers at the woman. He could easily tell that, that blood was not her own. Monsters did not bleed, they dusted. So, just as where did all that blood come from? She did not save anyone. The blood that slowly dripped from her sword only confirmed his suspicions.