Liven slowly raised the knife in his hand. His fingers did not tremble. By now, this felt almost ordinary to him. Inside, a dark satisfaction was growing.
"Now…" he said, a red gleam flashing in his eyes. "You two… we'll play a game. Whoever survives, I'll let live."
The men were panicked. One shook in fear, the other collapsed to his knees, his lips trembling:
"Cursed child… please… don't," he begged.
Liven laughed in a dark tone.
"Silence. Obey."
With the power of obedience, the men became puppets. He placed the knife in one man's hand.
"Begin."
The man, trembling, looked at his companion.
"Don't… please…"
But the command was absolute. The knife slowly pierced into the man's shoulder. The other screamed. Blood dripped onto the soil.
Liven's eyes widened, a merciless delight spreading across his face.
"Continue," he said. "This is only the beginning."
When the man collapsed to the ground, Liven stepped closer.
"Don't beg me. Today, I'm playing justice."
And he pressed the blade to the second man's throat.
"Now you… will you obey me?"
The man nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks.
From a dark corner, the demon watched.
"This boy truly entertains me… keep going like this."
A whisper echoed inside Liven.
"Humanity is now a distant dream… but power… power replaces everything