Imaez walked sevenmiles away from the ruins of Taharo. All he was focused on was his next rest point.
Imaez was tired and needed nutrition. Taharo had a population of 71,000,
it was not an easy task to murder everyone effortlessly. He continued until the beginning of sunrise, reaching the Outskirts.
The Outskirts was filled with Western False-Front Architecture, rather the iconic Wild West style of infrastructure.
He stopped in a bar and got water and some food.
*Jeez, this slop tastes like dog shit,* Imaez thought. *At least it'll replenish my energy though. I used too much of my Soul Pact energy.*
A Soul Pact was a supernatural ability born from one's state of soul.
Joy manifested as light.
Anger became fire.
Prolonged despair rotted into void.
A fleeting emotion meant nothing. Only a sustained state shaped power.
In other words, state of soul aligns with the ability. A sudden emotion does not impact the state of soul. An example being is if a happy soul were to be angered by something, their ability would NOT change but it would have some type of modification or visual change.
Along with this, the Soul Pact is strengthened or evolved if their state is prolonged, if someone is angry for a few years it would go like this.
Initial state of Anger —> Fire ability.
A year of anger —> Additional range and firepower added to the ability.
5 years of anger —> Fire turns into Hell-Fire.
A decade of anger —> Black Flames.
A decade of a state of soul is usually very rare to come across, and all abilities are unique to the individual most of the time.
Imaez finished his meal and paid for the bill. He walked out the bar and was confronted by 2 people.
One was a male, about 5'9 135lb give or take.
The other, female, 5'6, 120lb.
The male spoke — "Woah, the white clothes, black gloves, blonde hair and those green eyes… IT'S YOU! IMAEZ OF CAUTHREN!"
Imaez's face was surprised, "Cauthren..? You know of Cauthren?"
The male responded, "FUCK YEAH! CAUTHREN IS MY HOMETOWN. PASTOR SAID YOU WERE THE TOWN'S SUNLIGHT UNTIL YOU LEFT AFTER THE INCIDENT."
Imaez gave the man a striking glare. He walked past them and spoke — "It's nice to hear you're from Cauthren, but don't follow me. I'm just a nobody."
He walked into alleys between saloons and general stores. The duo silently followed, Imaez knew but he was slightly intrigued with them.
For hours he led them away to a secluded part of the Outskirts. And he released a pressure from his Soul Pact.
Their positions were revealed and they came out.
Imaez spoke— "What are your names?"
The man spoke — "Lloyd Aurel!"
The woman spoke — "Marie Aurel!"
*Brother and sister.. hmm.* Imaez thought.
"Alright, what do you want?" Imaez said to them. "We want to follow you and.. be friends of the Reaper!!" The siblings said in unison.
Imaez was surprised, they actually wanted to be friends with a Special National Threat.
All he did was look at them like they were stupid. But, he took an interest in them.
He told them about what he does, the massacres, the title bestowed upon him.
Marie asked a question, "So why, why do you kill?"
Imaez responded —
"I have a curse."