Chapter 7: Chapter 7 - The Hunt (V)
Slashhh! Slashhh! Slashhh!
Invisible slashes tore through Karl's already exhausted body, but the werewolf remained completely still. With one of his paws, he held his daughter tightly against his chest, protecting her from any harm, while staying low to the ground, staring at Alastor with cold and patient eyes, like a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.
His humanoid body was covered in red fur, and he looked like a true killing machine. His protruding fangs jutted out of his mouth, a mix of saliva and blood dripping onto the floor. With his other claw, he held an enormous sword, wielding it with surprising skill for someone of his size.
Suddenly, Karl, the Son of the Moon, finally moved.
Boom!
The ground buckled under the weight of his four-meter-long body—larger than a van—as he charged at high speed toward Alastor.
In the same instant that the heretic werewolf attacked, Alastor reacted with a slicing strike through the air, tearing through everything in front of him. This time, he wouldn't give the monster a chance to fight back. Karl would die here, and along with him, his cursed daughter.
The colossal werewolf's body was thrown backward by the invisible slashes, dragging along the ground and leaving deep marks in the earth. Blood spilled onto the ground, but instead of the expected red, Karl's blood was stained with a dark and impure hue.
Letting out a beastly roar toward the boy, Karl raised his massive sword and charged at Alastor once more. The speed of both their strikes was dizzying—too fast for human eyes to follow.
Alastor's invisible slashes were impossible to defend against, tearing through the air and striking directly at Karl's body. The only option was to dodge, but how can one avoid attacks they cannot see?
Karl's sword, however, was no mere decoration. It was a weapon granted by a Son of Chaos, a true Outer God. Its immense size generated fierce winds, sweeping everything in its path. Wherever the cursed blade's drops of blood fell, the ground melted and vanished in an instant.
A putrid and rancid stench lingered in the air. Alastor used the terrain to his advantage, leaping from tree to tree, dodging Karl's relentless attacks and retaliating with more strikes, opening fresh wounds on the werewolf's body.
After giving his soul to the Crimson Moon, it seemed Karl had stopped feeling pain, as Alastor's cuts didn't alter the werewolf's expression.
More and more invisible slashes disfigured the surrounding forest, tearing through trees and carving deep gashes into the earth as the battle left scars on the land.
As he fought, Alastor noticed that Karl seemed to be slowing down over time. His chest heaved rapidly, white mist escaping from his beastly mouth.
Exhaustion was visible in his body, and Karl's daughter wasn't helping him either, still devouring his flesh and drinking his blood while letting out innocent giggles into the air.
Honestly, if Karl had been in the city, this fight would have dragged on even longer. Alastor could assume from Karl's strikes that by draining human blood, the werewolf would grow stronger.
This would have complicated things a bit, as Alastor himself couldn't guarantee the safety of the people while fighting a monster of this threat level.
"You were a good first hunt, Karl Lambert. Unfortunately, our fight must come to an end." Alastor stood atop a branch, coldly watching the enormous red werewolf.
At that moment, Karl was completely exhausted, and even the blessing of the Crimson Moon couldn't sustain such consumption. His massive body was entrenched in the ground. A growl escaped his beastly mouth, as if threatening that something would happen if Alastor came closer.
Unfortunately for him, he seemed more frightened than threatening.
With his five fingers straight and stiff, Alastor decided not to use a Great Tear—it was far too destructive. Instead, he would accumulate Thousands of Tears and kill both father and daughter together.
Giving Karl, his first hunt, one last glance, Alastor made a swift vertical motion.
Slashhh! Slashhh! Slashhh!
It all happened in an instant—invisible slashes surrounded Karl's figure—there was no mercy in the next moment. Thousands of invisible cuts cruelly shredded Karl's life.
Severed limbs flew into the sky, and the sound of the cuts echoed through the silent forest. Black blood constantly splattered all around.
However, Karl hadn't moved a muscle. His body remained firmly on the ground. He was using his body to protect his precious daughter, but even with his protection, the slashes ruthlessly advanced toward her once there was no more flesh, blood, or bones in the way.
"DADDY, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!!"
"HELP ME, DADDY!!!!"
"IT HURTS, DADDY…."
Alastor coldly listened to the child's pleas but didn't move, standing still and watching everything with cold eyes.
Suddenly, Alastor couldn't help but notice something that made his eyes widen in pure shock.
What did he see?
He saw a servant of the Outer Gods—a monster that should have only murderous instincts and a mind clouded with pure chaos—display rationality.
Alastor saw Karl, devoid of any limbs, lower his head and tenderly kiss his daughter's forehead with his snout while whispering something he heard clearly.
"Daddy, sing your favorite song."
In the next instant, a gentle and beautiful whistle echoed in the darkness of the night, accompanied by the rustling of the leaves.
The girl's voice, which resembled more of a raven's caw, whistled along with her father, creating a warm and gentle melody.
Then suddenly, everything ceased completely; the sound of the cuts seemed particularly loud, abruptly halting the whistling.
A deafening silence prevailed in the atmosphere, only the rustling of leaves swaying in the cold night wind remained.
Alastor regained his composure and jumped from the branch he was on, landing gracefully on the ground as he walked toward the lifeless bodies in the open space surrounded by towering trees.
Beside the bodies, stepping in the black blood, Alastor gazed at what remained of Karl and his unnamed daughter—a carcass without limbs, with visible bones.
Only both heads seemed intact after Alastor's attack.
Looking at their expressions, he saw a serene and calm look dominating the faces of father and daughter.
"What a pity~ they would have made good Apostles; unfortunately, they died by your hands, my future consort."
Suddenly, a feminine voice sounded beside Alastor. Her voice evoked a memory in Alastor's mind. It was his mother's voice when she held him as a baby, her sweet lips touching his forehead and the tenderness of her arms, which felt like the safest place in the world.
Looking to the side, Alastor's face remained expressionless. He saw pale roots emerging from the earth, and a red flower bloomed beautifully in the moonlight.
Beneath the roots, the naked body of a woman with long crimson hair seemed trapped among them. Roots emerged from her eyes and blossomed with red flowers. Just looking at her flooded his mind with a sensory overload and a physical thrill—the most primitive and wild lust.
Even though he had never seen the woman before in his life, a name appeared in Alastor's mind:
Crimson Moon —a Daughter of Chaos and an Outer God, one of the Five Evils of Humanity.
A beautiful laugh echoed around, a pure desire for lust and love blossomed in Alastor's heart, but his face remained expressionless. His snake-like eyes fixed on the figure among the roots.
Rend!
A gigantic invisible cut traversed the space and struck the woman without hesitation.
Surprisingly, the goddess didn't seem inclined to dodge or block it; she let herself be hit with a smile on her face, displaying a sick pleasure as she felt herself being cut.
"I can feel your love in this attack, dear. I love you too; I can't wait to have you in my arms and love you, to transform you into my little husband for all eternity." With those words, the roots withered, and the red flower disintegrated into ashes, leaving only her laughter lingering in the air.
Alastor's eyebrows furrowed tightly, his expression distorting in total displeasure at what had just transpired.
The Crimson Moon seemed to genuinely love him in a sickly way, but her love was sincere… This wasn't good news…
She wanted him as her Consort in her realm of madness and fear.
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