— Die!
The voice was breathless, desperate. A player screamed with a weak body, covered by his own blood. His purple hair was also stained red.
The entire place stank of death. The ground was soaked in blood, two bodies already turned to ashes. The smell of burning and blood filled the air. Two more bodies, fallen nearby, were headless. The blood poured from them like a pond.
The player still standing could barely support himself. Broken, destroyed. His heart was beating slowly. He stared at the ashes and the dead bodies of his companions. His expression was explosive, like a time bomb about to go off.
In front of him, Nemor smiled coldly. His skinny body was also covered in blood. He was approaching the player slowly, like someone who already knew the end of that fight.
— DIE!!!
The player screamed with everything he had. The scream carried anger, pain, frustration. In a quick move, he shot towards Nemor. The speed was so absurd that the blood on the ground lifted into the air, following the movement. Lightning started pulsing through his body, his eyes glowed blue, surrounded by electricity.
— VROOOM!
He dashed like lightning, going straight at Nemor. He wanted to finish him no matter what.
But Nemor, slowly, raised his arms. The blood in the air was drawn to his hands, and in an instant formed a wall, like a fishing net. Except each line of that net was sharp like blades.
There was no way to stop anymore. The player was coming too fast. His only goal was to destroy Nemor.
And then...
His body passed through the wall of blades and stopped. Silence.
Suddenly, the player's body shattered. A thousand pieces fell to the ground along with the blood. That red wall disappeared, blending with what was left of him.
Nemor looked up, satisfied. No sign of regret. Only pleasure.
Barzar, who was watching everything nearby, trembled. His eyes wide, his eyebrows shaking.
— Why? — he asked, voice trembling. — Why kill all of them? Just because you hate sharing? What's the reason for all this?
The question came out weak. That massacre had completely messed up his mind.
Nemor slowly turned his eyes to Barzar. Cold. Sarcastic. But there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
— I already told you. The world is big... and full of racism — he answered, serious, with not the slightest regret. — This world showed me that only the strong can live.
He bit his lips and wiped the blood off his eyes with his hand.
— And the weak? They deserve to die. All of them.
Grabbing his own face tightly, Nemor screamed. It wasn't pain. It was pride. Pride of being who he was.
Barzar swallowed hard. Those cold, sadistic words echoed in his mind. He clenched his fists, staring at that floor full of blood.
Nemor shook his head, tossing his hair aside, trying to get rid of the blood stuck in his red strands.
---
On the other side of the city, the streets were calm. The buildings seemed normal, windows open letting the wind in.
Revild stood in the middle of the road, staring into nothing. The sun hit his face, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept hearing Koloris' words, like an echo repeating nonstop:
— Ah... I almost forgot — Koloris tilted her head, with a crooked smile. — The barrier you humans put up to stop demons from coming to your world... also won't let you go back.
Revild didn't blink. He was like a statue. The memories wouldn't let him rest. The images of Haruto smiling kept coming back like lightning.
And then another memory came. An older one.
Revild, leaning against the door of his mother's room. The walls painted dark blue. The smell of food coming from the kitchen, made by Kinetsa.
His mother was lying there, eyes closed. A yellow blanket covering her body. But in her arms... a baby. Haruto.
The little golden eyes sparkled. His tiny arms stretched upward, smiling at Revild.
Slowly, he held those tiny hands.
---
The memory faded, and a smile appeared on Revild's face. He kept his gaze firm on the silent street.
Behind him, Alya, Otakura, Takimira, and Sasha were walking.
Alya and Otakura got closer. Something was strange about Revild. Was he... happy?
— Look at that... someone's happy today — Alya commented, getting closer with that sweet voice. — Can I know what's making you like this?
— Smiles are for weaklings — Otakura shot back, arrogant, passing by and bumping Revild's shoulder, knocking him down. He kept walking without even glancing back.
— Don't mind him — Alya said, helping Revild up, making a cute face. — People like him never had anything important in their lives.
The wind was still. The air fresh and calm.
Takamira and Sasha followed Otakura. None of them looked back.
— Why are you holding my arm? — Revild asked, cold again, going back to that closed expression of always.
— I-I... — Alya stammered.
But he had already pulled his arm away and started walking again.
— I just wanted to go home... — Alya whispered, lowering her head, holding her hair. She stood there, watching the group move away.
The silence was heavy. The sun was shining strong, forcing her to walk. But something was holding her back.
Shuck!
An absurd pain. Like something ripping through her skin. She looked down.
A sword pierced her abdomen.
She tried to cough, but blood came first. She couldn't even scream.
Revild heard the weird coughing sound, quickly turned... and saw.
A demonic figure, black hair, two horns, standing behind her. Revild's face became serious, his teeth clenched.
The creature pulled out the sword, threw Alya to the ground, and licked the blade, smiling, completely insane.
— Humans... how fun it is to kill you — he said, his red eyes glowing.
The sword's handle was bizarre. It wasn't a normal grip — it was a dark arm holding its own arm.