A New Shadow Loomed Over Orario

Thanks to the development of the monster core industry, the Orario could enjoy the light unknown at this age. The various magic lamppost was placed both on the side of the road, creating a serene atmosphere beneath its light. It was the most opulent city in the entire world, even he has visited the merchant guild in this city, the total gross for each spending of the citizen is enough to make his eyes red in blood-shot.

Billion of Valis is being squandered each hour, recycling it back to the wheel of the economy. The total profit exchange between the guild and the adventurers could fill the nearest neighbor kingdom treasury a dozen over in a month. That's why not only dungeon diving is flourishing and benefit, but also other sectors. More opportunity for the merchants, more study, funds, and materials for the scholars, and an endless amount of tale to be inspired to the bards.

Precisely where there is light, a shadow would always soon follow. What Orario lack might be a peacekeeping order, even Ganesha familia with their vast array of members and the guild could only do so much putting their efforts to stop whatever shady calling beneath the curtain of the city. Much less stopping some nefarious thought of the opportunist.

The night was getting late, people started to sway their back heavily after the euphoria of drinking or indulging themselves in easing off the frustration.

"Hic… you really will provide me shelter?"

Came the answer of the drunk woman, her robe partially dislodged revealing a pearly white soft skin beneath, her hood rustled down as the moon illuminating the transcendent hair of gold.

"Hehe, of course, of course, just come this way! We surely provide you a lodge."

"Suuure… Hic… heh, I was almost got suspicious all of you… hic!"

"Of course not, milady, what a gentleman if I would bear such nefarious thought of you?"

The guy glancing behind, eagerly grin as his companion followed suit. Leading the woman deep to the dark alley, trash littered all over as cat mewling in a certain direction.

Shhhh.

She leaned forward to the shoulder of the man, earning an excited gasp as they hurriedly leading her to whatever place that will suit their deed.

It was a rather rundown joint of a building, revealing yet another group waiting in the front door. Before the man giving a wink to the burly demi-human that guards the entrance. The guard gave a snort before motioning them to get in.

"Here Milady, although it's a bit old I'm sure you can find the warmth you seek deep in this night."

We'll be the one that provided it though, whispered the chuckling goons that the woman didn't notice encircling behind her as she entered the building.

"Ehhh… it's fine… Hic… where's the bed, you tell me."

She turned up behind, entering the dirt dilapidated room as various man grinning beside her, leaning to the wall, the couch, the stairs all eyes directed to the heavenly form of a woman stumbled inside a beast lair. God, they're just like cockroaches even some tilted their head after popping up from a crack of the hole in the floor.

There's a change in the air, as the woman's eyes lit green then into a surprise realizing the current gravity of her situation.

"Wait… what're you intending to do!?"

"Oh, waking up, are we? Don't worry you can still sleep here, though you need an appropriate payment to do, hehe, right boys!?"

"Hell yeah."

"I don't care even if we go to hell after this, but damn that hip!"

"Let me be the first to flower a goddess!"

Ran an impatient gross man of a bald head, a drizzle of drool rained upon the cracking floors as another man saw his action and tried to take the woman first.

"Kya!"

keyword tried.

A flask was thrown in the middle of the room, soon a heavy smoke enveloped the entire building. A flurry of cough and crying can be heard inside as a gauntlet of armor grabbed the woman away from the building.

He throws the woman along the gullets of blood splattered across the dirty street. She noticed a burly demi-human decapitated as the head rolled out before disappearing down the alleyway.

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Cried the woman to her supposed savior, she could remember faintly, the armored man that she drank with before.

"Delivering his verdict."

With that only words he disappeared between the smokes and her eyes closed in sleep after the man cast a sort of greenish orbs to her, it was rather calming and relaxing and she relented herself to it.

A body of a woman was passed out in the dirty street, creating a beautiful contradiction of a flower peerless beauty and the carnage around her.

Sigh, he intended to follow the woman in mixed curiosity and worries before. Though he was glad to notice the brigand that dare to poach a vulnerable woman off the streets. So, he followed them until they arrived in this rundown of a building that deserved to be destroyed.

The woman needs to learn a lesson, he figures out she was a goddess since he set down the sight of her in the pub. No one would dare to take on a goddess, or god, their soul could be condemned forever for penalty harming a divine being. That's why no one dared to even let single harm come to gods much even kill or scarred a goddess mentality for eternity.

Though these fools of a ragtag thug took their chances all too well. Human foolishness is as present as ever. He slid out the sword out its scabbard, eager to be put to test against a red gore of a flesh.

The smoke was a rather unlethal one, that could cause a slight confusion, at least in the game. But in real life, the effect was rather apparent. It was akin to tear gas, blinding everyone in searing pain of their eyes exposed to the smoke.

The target was easy culling as they stumbled, trying to reach the safe space outside before a slash of swords split both the smokes and the meat.

Thud.

A hand fell out of its socket.

Fragile too fragile as the man fell down the cold floor and blood leaked all over.

With a trace of his sword, he ripped apart the shoulders gaining a little insight into his language skills and the words etched on the man's back.

Level 1

That as far as he can read.

Weak.

He promptly stabbed him through the wooden floor below before resuming his gait inside the building.

Another slash, to the left, to the right flailing body can't predict what's coming behind the smokes but they didn't care, the pain is unbearable.

Before regret washed their minds, a blade already descended down over their warm throat.

An inquisitive bunch tried to hide on the corner, and when he passed with a nice fatal wound to the side and the back he would fall.

Or at least that's what in their head.

The armored man literally disappeared in front of them, a cold and chilly sensation felt behind. A red streak, a crimson ball of light in the eyes of the helmet was the last thing they saw.

"Who-who re you!?"

Exclaimed the man that swayed the woman before, gone his confident stride only fear apparent as his eyes landed upon an armored man came out of the dissipating smoke.

The armor was dark, unholy red streak running around the armor. It was jagged in every corner, spike on the shoulders, horn on the helmet.

Blade glistening in crimson, with an unholy orb of light floating where the eyes should be. It stared at him. After decapitating one of his subordinates, the armored man stride to him, sword still leaking ichor of their unfortunate victim.

"W-wait! If you kill me, it will alert the whole of my Familia!" He sensed the armored man wavered a bit, good, if it was kept to be this way.

"Right, I have a backup, there's no one would be wanted in their Blacklist, wouldn't they?" A drizzle of warm liquid passed over his cheek assured when the armored man stopped his stride.

Then for the first time, it gave a low chuckle, then into a burst of full-blown laughter that it somehow mocked him.

"Such arrogance, this is why you mortal are so weak, weak!"

The voice was resounded in a demonic howl, deep reverberation that chilled him to the bones. Dark miasma began pooling up behind the armor-no the creature as the gauntlet deformed into a dark arm of a lethal claw.

"You dare to defile a goddess, such foolishness I expected from the weaklings!"

"No... no, stop there! stop! stop! stop! stop! Arghhhh!"

A claw as black as the night penetrated his stomach and then with a grip, he could feel it crushes every bone inside.

"You can hide in numbers, it doesn't matter let them come, let you be the example, mortal!"

A warm feeling bubbled up his stomach, pouring blood from every crevice and to his mouth. A geyser of ichor was spilled as the blood and gutter soon started to form in the air, into a vast array of web-like network. His eyes still open in bloodshot of what's happening, the creature is keeping him alive but the pain is verily unbearable.

"Arghhh!!!!" His stomach was a hole, spilling every innard left to the cold air outside but the creature won't let as it deformed into red ichor and integrate it to the web network of crimson.

"Cry mortals! cry! let your body be the first evidence of my mark in this world! The name of Molag Bal shall deeply be etched and scarred this world future to comes!"

In the end, the pain was none the things for him to bear anymore, as the last grasp straw of consciousness was the vast array of the web network that enveloped the entire room in gore.

Dro'zah canceled the illusion spells, the spell that changed his voice to that of Molag Bal. Wow, no wonder he really loves being Daedric Princes. Though the reasons why he did this, honestly, is just a mixture of his definition of coolness and Dragonborn childish ideas.

The vast array of the spider web formed with blood was a real deal though. It was a ritual sigil. Draw upon some knowledge the Dragonborn left behind in his quest of mastering the conjuration and the scene of a game trailer he ever saw. Without an offering or catalyst, it will only summon a low ranking Daedric Spiderling in this world. the lowest hierarchy in Spider Daedra Phenotype. So, they supposedly are fairly easy to control and bend.

People would always cause trouble for him, not the less in the future, so why can't he.

Being a Dragonborn sure has its perk, the excitement of scheming something and the poor-nut that will try to bash their head to no end solving this mystery.

It will create a sufficient distraction.

Oh no, a creepy grin made his way before he smudged it with another spell conceived in his hands to the ritual web.

He sets a few more gory details to the room before leaving it as it is and commanded the conjured spiderling to stay there and say a few words of praise about Molag Bal when someone decided to investigate the ruckus.

And then with that, the curtain was unfurled as a rumor of dark beings roamed every night delivering his verdict to the unfortunate souls that dared to tread on its path.