Chapter 5
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Written by our perfect king Honoured_Writer
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"If he has a conscience he will suffer for his mistake; that will be punishment — as well as the prison." My slender worn fingers traced
the pages of the piece of literature before me.
Taking care to be gentle as a man of my history could be with such a tale. I smoothed the book that seemed to be almost see through with attention and contemplated
'What a fascinating writer,' I thought to myself before closing the book and allowing my eyes to wander along the air in the direction of him
"..Hm? Why tell me of this quote once again, Teacher," the suited character with golden locks spoke, with mirth and intrigue playing in his emerald gaze
I took a moment to inhale and exhale softly before responding to his question promptly, "We as assasins are manufactured, bred, trained and… culled all in hopes of producing the ultimate killing machines, to act as hunting dogs to an organisation hellbent on death.
Machines aren't meant to posssess a conscious or the emotions that any human would hold dear to them -no we are designed to be simply emotionless, indifferent to the atrocities we may commit, the wars we may start or the families we may destroy"
The aureate rays of sun that protruded through the glazed windows to my side, caressed my skin
"Of course," the charm of his voice practically dripping from his silver tongue, "I understand."
"Do you really?" I peered into the orbs that held the soul. Silence loomed between us, which I permitted to hang over us for a brief period, then I spoke
"My emotions have dulled and dampened over the years so much so that the sight of countless corpses littering the ground no longer grips me as it did in my younger years. I can't hear the thoughts of guilt and fear plaguing me anymore…
Sometimes I wonder how long it was since I crossed the boundary…
Can I even call myself human anymore?
I'm just a puppet of carnage marionetted by the powers that be"
"Hm" My student drew close, close enough that we were both in striking distance of each other, "And?"
"Leave the Order" the stoic seriousness of my tone thinned the air as the atmosphere grew more eerie
The suddenness of my order drew intrigue from him as he sarcastically taunted, "How caring of you~ didn't know the great No.1 could show such 'love' for his student"
Ignoring his comment I began once more, "In a few years, I will bring the JAA and The Order to ruin…I want you to quit being an assassin, leave the life behind, start a family, own a shop - I care not what you do."
Even at my behest, no semblance of acceptance nor consideration found itself on the face of my student only complete and utter apathy that mirrored my own.
Such an expression could do nothing but force a sigh from me, as an unknown feeling welled up inside my chest only to disappear just as it had come.
"So you've chosen your path…" My hand blurred, the silver gleen on a blade trailing behind ready to pierce his neck…just barely halted by the obsidian of an all too familiar dagger, "Shall we begin today's lesson."
"Keep talking of your humanity old man, and you'll wind up dead," The cold jewels for eyes gleemed with ecstasy
A battle began between generations however one thought guided my blade whilst I fought the man before me
If I were to be granted one more chance, to start anew, could I regain my conscience and know what it means to truly live?
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Bullets ruptured the sky and it's vast expanse, whilst the air crackled with mystery and fallen divinity
With the death of their supposed leader, all out war between opposing sides could not be avoided - not that I needed to avoid it of course
'Only a week into this new life and I've been forced to kill again and again…I believed reincarnation is a chance for rest, no? And yet I've lacked any of that since the beginning of this venture
[They seem to be very proficient at prolonging their inevitable death by your hands, ~Master]
The discarded litter of the one true God scattered the sky in numbers I presumed to be around 20.
Their enchanted spears of light they launched at me terraformed the land around as i nimbly dodged with ease
"Rats…the lot of them," I spoke, incredibly irked by their appearance at the manor, 'They're keeping their distance…they're wary of my abilities and yet even if subconsciously… they don't consider me to be a 'country level' threat.
The arrogance of the supernatural is truly remarkable - it's to my advantage though, they're ignorant of the power that humanity can wield against them. A shared weakness no matter their race.
And as the former strongest assasin in the world, I would be a fool not to exploit such a crippling weakness'
"What right does God's unwanted children to challenge me - if even he didn't want you what makes you think I would?"
My voice that I ensured was loud enough to be heard was carried by the wind, boring into their ears with shocking precision
And as if on cue, the intended outcome came about as their fury rose and washed over the area until it was almost palpable
Arrogance. The folly of man.
'Who would've thought that the supernatural werent excempt from such a law'
"HOW..HOW DARE YOU!" A fallen Angel exclaimed and before any of his allies could halt him , it was too late as he shot down at breakneck speeds
"Wait! Adriel!" Another screamed in vehemence
[So predictable, Master~? So easily swayed by their emotions these beings..>_<]
The air rippled as my muscles tensed and reinforced, ground collapsing beneath me under the pressure as in an instant I disappeared and faded back into existence right in front of him
"That's one." I whispered, a rifle materialising in my hand, blasting a blackened bullet into the skull of the rat
Dirty golden blood stained the beautiful evening sky and some of my clothes
"Tch"
Shock and latent evergrowing fear emanated from the rest of the sty, it would be a mistake not to use this opportunity
"Three line Formation!" I raised my hand whilst I spoke in a stentorian like voice.
At my call, a thousand rifles realised themselves in the air, with the choir of war accompanying such a performance
"Die" I collapsed my hand signifying the start of a complete and utter slaughter
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3rd POV
A single cry of anguish echoed throughout the now silent forest, decimated by magic and the abnormal
Birthed from one injured dog crawling across the floor to find some sort of salvation
Anything!
Their wounds seared and scorched miserably, that she felt her entire existence bleed in lament and desperation but most importantly agony
Whatever the boy had forged his bullets from, it was destroying her very soul
"Hash..haaah…haah," she groaned; her fingers digging into the dirt - damp with blood - until her nails ripped from her skin and cracked
'Salvation..salvation..salvation,' her lingering will power screamed out to her to keep moving, never stop not even it she made it back to base
For the Reapers scythe still clutched and coiled around her neck like a snake
Salvation!
If only she knew.:.that once she entered the mouth of the monster she saw before her , her death was already etched into the book of finality
"Burns, doesn't it?" A gentle childish voice spoke with so little emotion that embedded even more fear into the already petrified fallen.
"!-S-Stay b-b-back!" She exclaimed hysterically, never stopping her quest to claw her way back
Without missing a beat, the ethereal child that emerged from the forest continued, "That's your essence..your mystery and altered divinity dying thanks to the efforts of my noble phantasm
The antithesis of every supernatural creature that crawls the Earth…hm? I've never been one to monologue, this is new…interesting"
"Stay…Stay BACK!" A spear of light formed in her hand, flimsily catapulted from her arm only to be annahilated with a shell shot from the child's gun
"Don't move." The leg that trailed behind her was blown into sickening golden mist
It would be an understatement that a scream of pure pain rang through the woods
"-P-Please I'll give you anything!…Y-You want answers?! Powere?! Mone-?!"
"I assure you I have an adequate amount of power needed to possibly wipe out every supernatural in the world and answers… I have all the answers I need." The mystery in his voice was followed by a sigh as if his words brought about an unwanted response from a foreign source
"…Meaning, you lack any purpose or use. And those who lack any use," Raising his rifle so the angels eyes peered down the barrel of the gun he spoke in finality, "Die"
A booming crackle of the gun was heard, announcing the death of one of God's lost dogs
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Back to Mc POV
"I need a drink - whiskey will do the trick.." I heaved out a sigh, "The trail of blood following me is only going to grow in length.."
In the advent of these new events, I still lacked the emotion needed to regret what has happened which made the feeling of hollow emptiness to enlarge
And yet even in light of all this only one voice could remain joyful in contrast to my stark apathy
["and answers.. I have all the answers I need." Oh~! Master! You flirt~ So cool! So cool!]
I exhaled.
"You are such a handful" unbeknownst to me, a subconscious grin pranced on my lips for a mere instant, "Let's return to the manor, if I want to better enjoy my new life - getting a good rest is certainly a requirement"
[After a couple glasses of whiskey of course?]
"Of course." I meandered through the endless sea of trees until the visage of the unscathed mansion was in sight
"Hm? …Whats this?
A black cat?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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