Does it matter that they are defenseless?
The moment the sightless man with bandages cleaved through the nearest one, the blade did not stop.
Does it matter whether they are unable to be spared?
The sightless man pierces the hearts of children and elders alike.
Heads fly, limbs cut, metal is coated with fresh blood.
Featherless sky that watches, singed and tainted with the fire of gluttony.
Speech of life whispers of the carelessness of unrooted life. The faults and pity garnered through such action.
Even as they are filled with nutrients of unrooted life. Pity. nothing more.
Does it matter that they are searching for peace?
The sightless man gives peace in violence. The end after a black void unknown to the living.
Does it matter that they are them?
No.
Then fulfill the order.
However.
Pity.
Even as the end looms, it is distant.
The sightless man murders without morality.
— —
There are certainly quite a few.
Even with my defunct vision, that timer is inching closer to zero.
Another mystique of The Host.
The head of someone shorter than me splits wide open. Warm blood splashes on others.
The blade drags that head before popping out and roughly bisecting another nearby.
With only myself, that timer will reach it.
This reminds me.
Of those play 'video games'. With happenstance perhaps later in life I could see and play one.
"M-My baby!!!!!"
It seems I am not alone.
That Veriturana, after coiling a woman based on the scream, scampers for another.
How fitting for a beast to disable it's prey by consuming the head.
Disappointing loyalty for the other three I suppose.
If there was any.
Merely cleaning remnants.
Of course, we are not like minded in everything.
There is no need for that.
"Gahk!"
Tearing out of the shoulder, the head next was cut.
Flopping, the most had figured their most viable strategy.
Avoid.
My tools at this moment are frankly not useful.
I planted the sword, and raised my hand.
Blood rose and with a snap, formed a wall.
Now it would be easier.
"W-What is this!"
I felt a few get close and promptly found themselves impaled.
With leisure, they were forced to face the fear.
"Verily I suppose none wish for this."
Unfortunately.
"The whims of the world reside in another's hands."
"Ey boss, how many you got~?"
Pfft.
"Unsure."
"Hm, bet on how many now?"
"If you so wish to kindly do."
"Nice! Then…"
Beasts are beasts.
[2:00]
Unfortunately, that won't happen.
"Hieeek!!!"
The heart is squishy.
Are we not fragile?
Ripping it out, it found itself in another chest.
Perhaps due to ferocity, the amount of blood on the Veriturana was excessive.
Sometimes the blade cleaves the head, sometimes the thickness surprises and lets it stay.
One in armor with a spear shouted and thrusted forward. Avoiding it, I struck at the armor.
Of course, built for the purpose of protection it saves a life.
Jumping back, to make it easy, gathered blood reinforced the normal standard issued sword.
Perhaps it would look alive, veiny, pulsating.
That spearman tried to prevent my approach. Unfortanate as that spearman missed the timing. Slipping into range, it sliced through both the spear and armor.
"Gah!"
Thrusting like that spearman it stuck out on the other side.
The sizzling heat expelled and the man burst.
Clean with blood, the blade regained its original appearance. Only for it to connect with another's head.
[32:01]
Diagonally, the wound was too much and they fell.
[28:68]
A vertical slice upwards silenced them.
[20:10]
Dodging, they met blade at eye level.
[14:89]
Limbless, they spewed a lethal amount of blood. A scream with agony.
[9:35]
A light shake let the flesh slip from the blade back to the rest of them on the ground.
[2:12]
The heart was pierced.
[0:01]
The head flew with ease.
[0:00]
Ah.
Even in darkness the blue turned red.
Enlarging before it was centered.
"How fortunate is it not?"
[FAILURE]
Harsh.
With only a fraction left too.
"By whimsy a savior appeared."
A force bound me and sucked me into it.
— — — —
Reason is often a cruel knife. Cold, vicious. Tearing apart with logic.
Emotion is bombastic, explosive.
But Reason can entirely refuse feeble counterarguments. Being the correction to the incorrection.
Thus by this, who is playing that role?
[So, you guys failed… wasn't but hard. But I guess it can happen.]
"S-Sorry We'll do better!!"
[Not really reprimanding. But of course! Penalty~!]
So it was.
[On today's list, I pick the war of wars!]
The void lit up with a singular door.
[Now go in.]
"As commanded."
Walking towards the door that was burned into vision I did not possess, the knob turned with a click.
Opened, it led to a beach.
A beach that led to a semi forested land with sand between them.
"This is…"
Then it faded from my vision.
Leaving the same void accompanying me for years.
Hm.
"Kill them!"
"For the light of good and the day!"
Certain keywords floated.
Treacherous heretics.
Scum defiling the creators' children.
"Uh…?"
"Follow me friends."
Leading these fledgling demons among fanatics, through the one image of sand and trees, we seemed to have arrived in an active battlefield.
The voices of dissent and accusement grew.
"The light of good and the day! Grant this lamb a small blessing!"
Heat surrounded the devoted askers.
"This is…!"
Weapons of every kind smashed into another.
The ringing was rather annoying.
While I may not have lived in such an era, there was a certain mystique to the ones that swayed the masses.
For that, they made themselves to be other mortals.
The fake gods.
Of course, there is Them that is similar to these gods.
Gods that create.
The Progenitor is often listed as the sole creator of the planet.
— —
The death of a human, a tragic loss.
Matters not.
The demons fight tooth and nail for their land.
The land they lived and died on.
For gods cosplaying and decreeing them, them who have taken in stride The Progenitors words?
A fury towards these disgusting creatures who stake only name, drag it through the mud, in the name of 'god' subservient to The Progenitor.
Their will is what of the gods' words.
When the Demon Emperor arrived, all races immediately geared towards taking the life of the pillar of the demons.
"Roaches with no shame!"
"Show them the might of the demons!"
The ghastly green eyes watched the waves of life clash again and again.
The mask of the deer fully covered the shadows beneath it.
Enhanced priests of Solis rushed to claim glory and give it to their god.
The flame of the sun singed demons without remorse. Attacks of all kinds, unleashed with a single conviction.
Whilst the Demon Emperor watched, a blade from the side swiftly appeared.
–Clang!
"My Lord are you alright?! Physician! Physician!!!"
"C-Coming!"
"It's much too dangerous here my Lord! Let us return back to the palace!"
The skull of the deer with those bright green eyes slowly addressed the shorter demon.
"...Pasche."
"What if another… No that mustn't happen…! If you were suddenly to–"
"Pasche."
The Demon Emperor placed their large gauntlet hand on the shorter demon gently. Brushing the hair, the Demon Emperor spoke.
"I am fine." the Demon Emperor raised their other hand.
"M-My Lord!!!!"
The blade of the swordsman rebounded against the raised arm. Merely scratching the armor and shaving a few hairs from the hide coat of the Demon Emperor.
Landing on their feet, they readjusted their grip on the sword.
"Sharp instincts."
The demon Emperor's bioluminescent eyes flickered to the left without so much a twitch.
Looking at two things before the skull faced the man with bandages wrapped around the eyes.
"You dare attack my Lord!?"
The sightless man smiled.
"I certainly wouldn't under normal circumstances."
"You…!!!"
The demon that accompanied the Demon Emperor flung themselves into a fight against the sightless man.
Knives thrown by the demon were launched with unprecedented speed.
The sightless man evaded every sawed knife with ease. As if before it arrived the set free space was predetermined.
In response to the leisure of the sightless man, the demon disappeared into thin air.
"Well."
Twisting his body, the sightless man kicked away the demon aiming to stab him in the back.
The demon twirled in the air and recovered to then smile.
"I see I've been had." the sightless man ironically said.
The movements of the sightless man slowed as the density of the air decreased sharply.
"Ngh!"
Looking down, the demon had a long gash that flared.
The sightless man whose head faced a different direction suddenly looked towards the demon.
Both readied once again.
The Demon Emperor watched indiscernibly.