'Disgusting'
That was the only word my mind could formulate as I saw the scene that unfolded before me.
I, Tyler Von Regulus, had Just started my Career as an adventurer a few months ago. To claim the strength I might need, to one day become a worthy king for my kingdom.
But Unfortunately, i had forgotten a fundamental truth. I had forgotten that even a world as beautiful as this one has its own rotten corners and right at this moment, that is exactly what i am looking at.
I am standing at the end of a damp, jagged cavern. The air was thick with the smell of copper and unwashed bodies. Torches flickered along the walls like the eyes of hungry beasts, casting dancing shadows over the small, broken body of a girl lying on the stone floor.
Beside me, Jenny, a relatively veteran adventurer compared to me, who had seen the worst of the frontier—was frozen. Her breath hitched, a jagged sound of pure, unadulterated shock. Even for her, this was a new level of depravity.
The girl's clothes had been shredded into rags. Her skin was a map of fresh, violet bruises and... a suspicious, viscous white liquid that told a story of absolute violation.
Looking at the mark on her neck and body, anyone can tell she had been strangled to death but she used to be alive.
And when She was alive just a little while ago, she had screamed, she had resisted, she had suffered a nightmare and anyone can tell what had she gone through while she was in that nightmare.
'if only i had not neglected those screams and rushed over....'
I looked at the corpse with cold, hollow eyes. Regret tasted like ash in the back of my throat.
'Animalistic Scums....'
"Who goes there ?!" A panicked roar echoed from the darkness. It seems like the invisibility magic had worn off.
I felt the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots—four men approaching from the shadows of the deeper tunnels.
I turned around slowly to take a look at them, those scums, as they slowly came out of the Darkness and there they were, the perpetrators of this disgusting scene.
All of those scums were shirtless, their chests and faces marked with fresh, jagged red scratches—the last, desperate efforts of a girl who had tried to fight back against the inevitable.
These Scums....
"Oh? It's just two brats," one of the men sneered, his eyes instantly drifting to Jenny. A predatory grin spread across his face, his mind already churning with his next vile fantasy. "And one of them is quite the prize... heh heh."
I will kill them. each one of them.
And so I did, but not so easily. I beat up each one of them. I broke them—limb by limb—until they were a bloodied heap at the edge of the pit, and cornered them to answer one question that plagued my mind.
I knelt before the leader, my shadow swallowing his trembling form.
"Why?" I asked. Just one simple word. My voice had dropped to a whisper, cold enough to frost the stone.
"W-why what?" the man stammered. His voice filled with horror and His face was a pulpy mess of broken bone and gore.
"Why ..would you do such a thing to her ? She was just a ...little girl" I asked, my lowering down to a mere whisper.
"A girl? A Little Girl?!" The man suddenly laughed, a frantic, hysterical sound. The fear in his eyes was replaced by a sudden, ugly zeal.
"That thing is a Demon! A DEMON! They are the enemies of humanity! Are you going to kill us for a mere monster? We're the same kind, kid! of the same Race! You can't execute your own people for a mere beast!" he kept shouting with a sense of urgency, perhaps feeling his death getting closer.
"A monster huh.." an empty laugh escaped my lips as i repeated his worlds in a hollow voice "We're the same kind huh.."
I turned around to look at the cold corpse of the little girl. All I could see was the tortured corpse of a little Girl, Not a demon, Not a human, but a Person! Just a ...Girl!
She looks no different than a human. The only difference is the two tiny obsidian horns at her Forehead. But, if she hides those with her hair, she won't look any different than an average young human girl.
I closed my eyes for a second, gritted my teeth and looked back at the man "Indeed, You and I are of the Same race. No doubt about it."
A sudden crazy smile bloomed on his face as if he had found a spark of sickening hope in the sea of despair "See! you're right! We're same! So, Hurry up and let me—"
He continued Blabbering but, I interrupted him. "Indeed we are of the same race. But..."
"Not of the Same Kind!" Saying that my hand shooting forward like a claw. I gripped his face, my fingers digging into his jaw, his face.
How dare these puny bandits compare themselves with me...
"hupp!mm!" He continued screaming with panic, in a muffled voice. His muffled screams filled the dark cave.
"Death would be too kind of an end for someone like you," I whispered into his ear "And I shall not allow such a mercy."
"You will go through the same pain, same fate that your victim, the girl had to go through." I said as Dark visible oily mana starts to gather around my hand and flow towards him, entering his ears and eyes. "Let me show you Hell!"
I used nightmare spell on all the bandits, to make them go through the pain as her. Except that the perpetrator wouldn't be a human but an ...Orc and Goblins.
"Ahh! No! Noooo! Pleeease! Mn~!"
"Not there! Not there! Stoop! Ah~!"
"My Ass! Not My Ass! Ahh~!"
"Stooop! Ah! Don't Stop! Ah! Ahn~!"
"Stay away! You Monsterrr! Mhn~!"
I am not a Saint. No, Far from it, I would like to think of myself as a disgusting and Selfish man. Self-consciousness is a blessing few people have.
And despite what i am, despite having no connection whatsoever to the Victim, I am still punishing them like I am some kind of 'Hero of Justice'. For No reason.
But, Does there need to be a reason?
If I walk on a Road daily, and one day I notice a trash lying around, I would pick it up and throw it in the Trash bin.
Is it Because I like clean roads or I am clean-freak ? No
Because My Mom taught me to do good deeds ? Not really
It's Simply because Trash disgusts me. and I don't want Trash laying around on the road that I walk on everyday.
That's all there is to it. I want a world which is free of Useless Trashes. Whether it's a Trash Thing Or ....a Person. I shall get rid of it all. Starting from ...These Trashes.
I snapped my fingers, casting a Null Attribute [Silence] spell that swallowed their screams whole. I don't wish for these disgusting screams to taint Jenny's ears. I won't allow it.
They writhed in the dirt, their eyes rolling back as their hearts eventually gave out under the sheer, agonizing stress of the mental torture. They were dead.
I stood there and looked at the fresh corpses.
This was the first time I killed a person, Three person. Not indirectly but directly, with my own hands, my own spell. But there was no guilt whatsoever.
-Sigh...
I Sighed and Closed my eyes and...
Begin to look back at the past, at my life, Both of my lives actually. At the time when I came to this world. When I was even more younger. When everything started, for real...
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-SMASH! CRASH!
"Ah! Someone got hit!"
"Quick! check on him!"
"Someone check on the truck driver too!"
"Is there any Doctor ?! He is bleeding!"
"Ambulance! Someone call the Ambulance!"
"Hello ? ambulance! Please! there's an accident! come to the central highway!"
"We need first aid!"
Shut up.... can't a man at least die in peace ?
But ....am i really dying ? No, I am too familiar with death to know it.
Although, I have seen death until now, only as a Third person or a bystander, I know enough to feel it coming.
has he finally come for me as well ?
The curse called 'Death' has already taken a lot from me, already. And i guess, It's finally my turn, as well.
People call 'Karma' and 'Fate' as bitch but for me ? I have always given that Grand title to 'Death'. Especially, Untimely death. Just like my own situation right now.
Memories and scenes of my pathetic life came flooding into my mind.
'It was a suicide. He ate poison'
'It's your fault! I wish it was you instead of Rit! Why?!'
'You can choose to end their pain. The choice is ...yours.'
Ah.. these memories.... I had heard that people recall their happy memories at the end of their lives. In the last seven minutes of their life.
Then why ? Why am i recalling these memories of all....
well it wasn't a great life anyways. Just that... Mom.. Dad.. Rit.. ...I am Sorry.. ...really.
I wonder if i will meet them. Maybe not. After all, if heaven and hell really does exist, they must have surely gone to heaven while i will definitely go to hell.
And with those final thoughts, I closed my eyes, Falling into Eternal Sleep.
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