Idris sat on a twig of a tree 20 metres away from the mansion. He was currently checking when he could kill marquis Larmanton.
Light shone out of the windows. It was afternoon and already dark.
One could barely see Idris as he was clad in a set of black clothes.
He had watched the house for at least an hour and hadn't found the right moment to strike yet.
He had already a plan in mind. When the time was right, Idris wanted to knock on their door and ask for help, because he was homeless. The best scenario would be for him to get into the mansion, but if his access wasn't allowed he would just start to kill the people in there.
He didn't know who was in the house and how strong they would be, but he figured he would be able to beat them with his strength. And if that wasn't enough, he would hope for his transformation to come forth.
As he observed attentively, he cleared all mistakes included in his plan.
After another 15 minutes, marquis Larmanton began to eat. It was a perfect opportunity for Idris, since th marquis had let his guard down and wouldn't await an attack at this time.
Idris jumped down and ran towards the door. He knocked loudly and waited a short moment, before a man opened it.
It was probably a servant of this house.
"What do you want?" The man said harshly and looked down on the boy in front of him.
Idris put on a lovely smile and answered: "I have no home and wanted to sleep here." He smiled exaggerated.
"Wait here for a moment!" The servant commanded, as he turned around and left inside the house.
After a minute he came back and said: "My master doesn't have the need for a beggar."
With these words, he slammed the door shut. Idris could here the steps of the leavind man. He was angry. He couldn't believe someone would be so despicable to let a homeless kid outside.
He knocked again and the door was opened another time.
The servant wanted to scream at the boy, but Idris was the first to speak: "Do you have no dignity, letting a kid without a home stand outside in the cold? Should a marquise not be someone to help people?"
I ended the sentence with a loud scream. The anger, that has risen inside me, could be heard.
The man seemed somewhat shocked.
He opened his mouth say something as his head suddenly flew away. It was a clean cut through the neck.
Idris had used his knife and activated his Lightning Strike to kill him.
The head flew backwards into the house spraying blood in every direction.
Idris stepped into the house, the blood dying his clothes red. He stepped into a puddle of blood.
He closed the door and went further inside. The were stairs leading upwards and a room on his right. It was the room marquis Larmanton was eating in. Fortunately he hadn't heard the head and corpse falling onto the ground.
The marquis would be his last opponent today.
Idris went upstairs. There were at least 20 rooms built in a symmetrical order, 10 on each side.
He opened the first door. It was a room full of papers, probably his office. Idris searched for papers that proved his criminality and after he found them, he continued with his killing.
He opened the next door, someone laid in a bid bed. He moved further to see a woman sleeping. Idris took his knife and sliced her throat open. He then began to cut out all her organs and put it into his spatial bag. The whole bed was red from blood.
Idris enjoyed the feeling of killing these hopeless people. They were far too weak to even be considered real people for him. His understanding of a real person was someone who could use magic to a grade that could injure him. If they couldn't even injure him a bit, they were in need of being killed by him. He didn't even put the normal people in his eyes anymore.
He opened the next two doors, finding nothing special.
Inside the 5th room was another bedroom, this time a little girl was sleeping on it. Idris didn't kill her and put her into a sack, which he put into his spatial bag.
The next 4 rooms were empty again. Therefore were the last 10 all rooms with sleeping people in it. Idris killed them all in different ways.
Some were sliced open with his knife, some other's heads were crushed by his punches.
From some he took the organs, from others the brain mass and from one even the genitals. He all put it inside his spatial bag for later usage.
A bright smile could be seen on his bloody face. He was happy about all the killing he had been doing just now. He wanted to kill more people. He wanted to rush down and slice that bastard up right now, but he had to stay sane. He couldn't make any mistakes.
The blood on his face, made his mask even scarier than before.
Idris silently went down the stairs and headed towards the room marquis Larmanton was still eating in.
It had been 15 minutes and almost the whole house had been annihilated.
His blood boiled with excitement as he looked inside the room. The marquis was sitting at a long table with his wife.
Idris slipped into the room. Unfortunately he made a sound.
Marquis Larmanton turned his head around to look for the one who had made them. He couldn't see anyone and stood up. He went outside and yelled: "Theodore! Where the fuck are you?"
He received no answer from his servant and turned around to tell his wife to go upstairs to hide. He felt something was wrong in his mansion.
And as he reached the dining room again, his eyes widened in shock. He looked at his wife. Her head was laying on the floor, in a puddle of blood. Her corpse was still on the chair and dyed in red.
A person in black took the head on the hair and held it up, like showing a trophy they had just won. As he looked at their face, his blood froze.
With a bright smile on his face, his eyes wide open from insanity, stared a boy down at him.