章節 21: Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 18: Demon Takeover! Django Rampage!

Chaos. Chaos spread all around Mark.

Most of his coworkers ran screaming, tripping, and trampling each other in an attempt to escape from a horde of creatures that were at fault for causing so much damage.

Blackened blood ran through the slave compound, dying them red in the blood of the fallen.

A bunch of cowards, if you ask him. This will not please the High-Table.

But even now, Mark fought on wrapping his scarf around a group of three of the monsters yanking them closer to him before a blade found their throats, courtesy of a Tauren, Yorshai Balli.

The older slaver pulled the blade of his Katana back when the red-grey slimy skin, multiple lashing tentacles, and numerous eyed creature finally fell lifeless on the ground. This one is based on a lion, as it seems.

Above its head floated the misty black magic collared shadow.

It was a sight of the two slavers we're used to by now; after all, they had witnessed it plenty of times after defeating a few hundreds of them undead monsters.

They were exhausted; hours of combat between wave after wave of these creatures had left them out of breath.

What's worse is that they were increasing in number. Every minute that they remained here, more and more came. The more their coworkers died, the bigger the horde.

He didn't know where they were coming from, and at this point, he didn't care. All that mattered right now was getting out of here and taking many of the merchandise while they can.

The undead horde is not attacking the enslaved people they kept here for some strange reason. So far, the undead haven't killed a single slave, only the customers and the slave traders.

"I don't get it," said Yorshai Balli said, who was still in shock at what just happened. "Why are they not killing the slaves? They should have attacked them."

Mark looked up above the misty black magic collar floating high into the air.

"Because… they aren't supposed to kill anyone but us."

The large, muscular humanoid bovine released a growl. "Is someone really attacking a business controlled by the High-Table? Whoever is doing must be a really strong and stupid cultivator." Yorshai laughed. "Why would a powerful cultivator attack a place like this? Which gang do they belong to... Why risk the full wrath of the High-Table?"

"To make money, obviously!" Mark answered sarcastically.

Yorshai chuckled. "You got me there! You do realise that our boss will not be pleased, right?"

"Oh, really?" Mark asked sarcastically, looking at the corpse of the undead monster. "Who cares about my boss? I'm tired of this shit, and I want out of here."

"Yeah, but…" Yorshai started. But then stopped mid-sentence as he saw something move behind Mark.

"Hey, look," Yorshai pointed towards the corner of the building. "There's another one!"

Mark followed his gaze, seeing a figure moving along the wall of the compound. It was too dark to see clearly, but judging by the way it moved, it seemed to be a human.

"Another one?!" Yorshai exclaimed. "How come none of the others noticed it yet?"

Mark shrugged. "Maybe because they are busy fighting off the undead ones like we are?"

Yorshai nodded. "True enough, maybe the boss will send YGGDRASIL to stop this rampage."

"Not likely."

YGGDRASIL. The boss's special forces group some feared, some revered, but in the end, it always was a matter of perspective. A criminal's worst nightmare would always be an invasion by the infamous hitman squad, while Helheim would fear Seraphim. There was, however, one exception to the rule, a monster feared by all, a force of nature on par or stronger than even the toughest Core Users or Cultivators. Meeting him was a death sentence. None have escaped his grasp. A hunter with many kills under his belt that went after only the strongest cultivators, never felled by anyone. The most infamous hitman in the history of the New York underworld. After the first couple hundred attempts on his life failed, even those done by entire guilds, the people eventually gave up. Considered a ghost, undetectable and untouchable, those that caught his ire were left for dead by those even closest to them so that they didn't bring everyone down with them. No one knew where he came from, no one knows how old he was, and nobody knew why he hunted. But the stories told of his unstoppable strength, his ability to shrug off any weapon, and his unmatched skill made it clear: He was not to be trifled with.

The dons, sadistic as they were, loved this stain upon the city, and so they gave him all he would ever need in his hunts. Items and armours specialised for him? Check. Job and race classes which effectively made him a World Enemy? Check. It was all fun and games for the mafia dons until the one decided, and those connected to that idiot would try to take him because he insulted the one don.… After that day, after the bodies, none would attempt to interfere with the Blood harbor Ripper.

And what was his name, spoken only in hushed whispers, under layers of anti-divination magic, you wonder?

Pyke.

The leader of YGGDRASIL.

***

"Fuck! Olaf, heal me!" yelled Terrus.

"I can't!" Olaf said back as the mist rolled in.

There was only one time the mist ever rolled in. It meant he was here.

All 7 YGGDRASIL members started sweating bullets in real life. All chatter died down. That monster was here. The mist made their spells dissipate. When a predator appears in the sky becomes unnaturally quiet. The only sound anyone heard were the footsteps of one abomination and a collective gulp. Eventually, he came into view, a tall black man, standing around 195 centimetres, with white long moon shade locks and purple horns. His arms were covered in tribal tattoos that seemed to pulse like they were blood veins.

His name was Django Kamadeva Whitmore, and though he had been born a human, his demonic side was slowly taking over. His demon half craved power and destruction, and the fact that his body could easily change shape helped him achieve both. He had come here just to buy guns, and now, his soul was stained by the blood of thousands of slavers and the customers purchasing the slaves. Each time his undead minions kill a slaver, they bring back their souls to him, granting him more strength as demon form changes.

He wore black, fingerless gloves on his hands, ensuring that his grip was always firm and never slipped... A faintly glowing bone hook, dagger in hand. One edge was jagged, with three large spikes being created because of the indentations. The guard of the hook resembled a dragon-like aquatic beast with a glowing, blue eye, from whose maw the blade of the hook emerged. The blade itself had the pattern of scales imprinted on it. A rope was wrapped around his right wrist in order to let him throw his hook and pull it, with its prey, back to him. He pointed one hitman, his glassy, purple eyes seeming to straight through her:

"You're next..."

Terrus' heart skipped a beat when she felt the icy touch of steel against her throat. She couldn't help but flinch. "How can I feel the blade when it's even near me?" She thought.

"Who are you?! Don't you know who we are?!" Dune, an orc that stands seven feet tall, screamed.

Django laughed. "No, I don't."

Dune green face turned pale. "We're the best! We are YGGDRASIL!"

"Are you a slaver? Do you all buy slaves like the other worms that beg for their lives?"

The group stared at each other in shock. "Yes!"

"Then you all die... Just like the sucka's who knife I stole..."

"What?!"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you how. But first, let me show you what happens to slavers who disrespect my values."

The group looked at each other again, this time with fear.

"Well... Here are your options. Come to and me and die quickly, or I come to you, and you will all die painfully!"

"Whaaatttt!!!"

Terrus ran away from the group as fast as her legs allowed, screaming all the while. The rest of the group were stunned; they didn't know what to do.

Django threw a hook directly through the running Terrus's chest, clearly aiming for the heart and, to his disappointment, only turning his opponent into motes of light instead of ripping his heart out.

"Awwwww, damn! I wanted to rip that bitch's heart out!" Django complained pulled back the dagger with a white spherical ball in which has a tail on top.

Looking at the soul, Django opens his mouth wide and eats the soul. "Hmmm, tasty. Now, time to go after the others."

Immediately the rest of the hitman squad went into a panic attempting to cast spells, but none of them worked. Django smiled wickedly at his scared shit-less opponents and then uttered the words to his final move.

"Fire Pillar!"

Beneath the hitman squad, the earth opened up as a geyser of scorching flames erupted, incinerating the foes in minutes, even as the group let out bloodcurdling screams at the pain it was forced to endure in its last moments in the physical realm.

Now then, one more thing left to do." He snapped his fingers and destroyed the cages that hold the women in this area. Then he turned and looked into the sky, ,"I see you…."

***

(London, England)

The spymaster of YGGDRASIL, the 7th seat of the hitman group and a very powerful scryer, more commonly known as Kara to her companions, woke up as usual. She donned on her usual outfit, brushed her dirty blonde hair and went to the Cathedral of Darkness in their base. She arrived after grabbing some food from the dining hall, made her way to the scrying chamber where the Miko Princess that would buff her lived and pulled out the list of targets.

First, the treasury. "All normal. I don't even know why they ask me to check on Pyke, not like anyone can actually beat him…." The treasury was guarded by that monster of a half-demon and protected by wards made by a Heaven's blade. It was already too late if someone managed to get down there and beat him. But nothing like that could ever happen, so she moved on.

Next, looking for the traitor from the Eastern branch who stole a crown of wisdom, Rina Hazeia, sister of the 5th seat, Luna Hazeia, also known as "One-Man Army." The bounty hunters and assassins guilds were already after her, but no luck so far. Last time she was seen was moving towards New York. The scrying showed nothing intriguing, so Kara moved on.

Finally, she was supposed to monitor Terrus's group. Three hours ago, someone foolishly attacked the High-Table major slave operation in New York. She honestly hates slavery and sex trafficking, but the boss's word was law; who was she to argue? She moved her vision to the New York slave market. To her discomfort, mist shrouded the area, and she could only see the scope of the market, nothing else. The peculiar figure caught her eye due to his powerful aura, seemingly surpassing hers, but she wrote it off as an illusion or trick of the mind. An entire YGGDRASIL minion group surrounded them; now, it was just a cleanup job.

She saw the man get stabbed and dissolve into the mist like a water monster. Then he wiped the other ones off the face of the world. Her jaw dropped along with the food she was holding when she saw him instantly kill the group of slavers and turn their corpses into undead. This man was at least on the level of an awakened God-Kin. A potential recruit? A noteworthy enemy? The dons would decide that for Kara, it was just a very entertaining show.

Finally, some random soldier used the crystal containing a powerful angel, (What happened to Terrus?) sealing the stranger's fate in her mind, even though something felt weird in her vision. The angel used [Holy Smite] and expected the man to turn into ashes… The spell, however, got cancelled, and the angel obliterated. This was not something even Pyke could do; what kind of monster did they find!? She couldn't even track his movement when the soldier disappeared.

She could feel the anxiety building up in her, heart pounding, sweating pouring, and she almost had a heart attack when the creature looked directly at her point of view and whispered, "I see you… Bloodhorn sends his regards" No wonder her view was limited; he wanted her to see this. Suddenly, her eyes were gone, blood gushing from them as she collapsed from the shock. Her attendants found her on the ground yelling about a monster and his damned city, magic futilely healing her injuries beyond making them non-lethal. The spymaster was now permanently blind without magic, which she refused to use for fear of seeing that again.

***

Django activated [Maximise Magic: Glimpse of the Demonic City] and [Magic: Horrors of Hell] to give that peeping bitch a lesson about what terror means and to steal her eyes. He juggled them between his hands, the brown-red eyes still covered by blood. "Ha, that'll teach 'em!" he said to no one in particular. "Oi Rizzy got another one!" he said, talking into his earpiece, dispersing his mist, diving into the phantom world and making his way to Riley and Benjamin. He hummed to himself ", Gone, another name. They are to blame. There goes one more. At least this one wasn't a bore…."