5 "I just wish for a..."

Nemesis stared at the two, ready to repeat what he had done before. He stood still on both legs, silently his bones were repairing themselves. Within mere moments his skeletal body had been fixed. He walked up towards Ofris and stared him directly in the eyes. He could see wrath, pride, lust and an immense amount of greed. Ofris opened his mouth to berate Nemesis with obscenities but not a single sound escaped his mouth, it was as if he had been muted.

Goran's body shivered in fear as he saw Nemesis slowly twist his head to gaze at him. The moment when his eyes achieved contact with the other's eyes, Goran felt his heart stop beating. Instead of a young, around a meter tall kid, he saw Death's incarnate stare at him like a fine piece of meat. He tried to run away, but Goran couldn't feel his legs at all. He lost all movement in them. He tried to scream for help, after all, he was only a few meters away from [Vanquished Town]. But like Ofris, not a single sound left his mouth.

"Don't bother screaming. No one can hear you. I. Am. Your. Saviour! You shall be redeemed, for you are a sinner! While I am your god! Your very own, personal, Grim Reaper!"

Goran felt his entire body paralyse, as he saw Nemesis teleport in front of him. The last sight he saw was Nemesis' gloved hand, reaching out to cover his face. He had lost the ability to let out even the tiniest of squeals. The last sound they heard, a snarl that was rough and animalistic. It was like a cat mocking a cornered mouse.

The pain the two felt as their bodies were torn apart and devoured, while conscious, was excruciating. As they couldn't even let out a small cough, the pain was enhanced as their coping method to limit the pain, cursing aloud at the foe, had been taken away from them. They cried tears until eventually, Nemesis used [Soul Absorbtion] to take their souls and threw them, casually, into his own shadow as they were forever silenced, entering the [Void Realm] and Hunger's mouth.

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A series of vicious coughs rang out within the [Void Capsule]. Nemesis was gagging, though nothing left his mouth. Meanwhile, a Void streak spiralled up from his feet up, cleansing his body of all the wretched beastkin blood which had spewed itself onto his fine suit.

"*Cough Cough.* Dammit! I loathe those damn beastkin," Nemesis stated while wiping his mouth, of the non-existent saliva. It felt like a giant furball had congested within his oesophagus, making it hard to breathe. "Damn, I need to work out a bit more...or I could just cheat and enhance my lungs. Nah, no need to seems redundant. After all, I can't suffocate to death. Anyways, I can't stand how those detestable mutts don't know how to clean their fur. I mean, they have tongues! Why can't they just be like their dog brethren and lick themselves clean?"

"..Why're you even complaining to me? I'm not a beastkin. How would I even know how they think. Stop nagging and start bragging."

"Why would I start bragging? Cannibalism isn't something to brag about Hunger. We all aren't like you."

"Fair enough, I guess? Damn, most demons have gotten soft. How could they forget that other demons' bodies can be used as a natural elixir to strengthen their physical bodies."

"Well, it's because.. I don't know, stupidity?" Nemesis shrugged. "I guess demons dislike how other demons taste..? Though...they don't dislike how they taste in certain...areas."

"Don't be so dirty. You've seen more than most demons. Both male and female ones. So stop it."

"Hey! I didn't mean to, I just had to so I could eat their bodies! I dislike eating cloth. Now, get back into my shadow and go, I'm going to remove the [Void Capsule] now." Just as Nemesis finished his sentence, Hunger had already begun entering his shadow and in a mere 3 second later, he was gone. "Damn.. once again, this proves how lazy and narcissistic you are. Taking minutes to reveal yourself, just to intimidate others while taking only a few seconds to flee back into my shadow and relax."

Nemesis heard no response from Hunger, he just rolled his eyes as he presumed that Hunger had just decided to ignored him and went to rest. He sighed and snapped his finger.

Instantly, the [Void Sphere] disappeared, not that anything in the background changed, after all, the [Void Sphere] was an ability Nemesis had created to delude his enemies within it, to permanently silence them, without any knowledge of their location being revealed, or any sound leaving the capsule. Similar to a soundproof room, if only it was made of an unbreakable material, was windowless and had no feasible escape.

Nemesis cocked his head in an unnatural way as he stared intently at the rusted gates. What he was staring at was not the rusted gates, but instead, the words etched against the crooked, dilapidated, stone wall which surrounded the town. 'Welcome to [Vanquished Town]! As citizens of the [Overlord of Perjury], those who live here, live exceptional lives! Praise the [Overlord of Perjury] for his goodwill!'

"Tch, I hate propaganda like this... how pitiful Lucas must be to have to repeat how magnanimous he is. Hehehe, how pitiful indeed..."

Nemesis mocked Lucas. He enjoyed doing it. He chuckled to himself while shaking his head as he entered [Vanquished Town] for the first time, in this life.

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"What the hell is wrong with that kid?"

"He looks quite rich, how many Spites do you think he has on him?"

"How much did the guards scam him for?"

"There's an insignia on his suit, though he is but a kid, the family behind him may be the ones from the brothel."

"What? The [Over-..."

"Shh, don't say his name. The guards will get you."

The moment Nemesis entered, every single inhabitant of [Vanquished Town], stared at him. The men and the poorest stared at him like a walking piggy bank. Questioning how many Spites he had on him. While many of the women were staring at him like their ticket out of their poor lives.

"Oooh, I wonder if he'd take a fancy on me. If not, I wonder my daughter."

"What's wrong with you, damn whore. He'd obviously fancy my daughter, or if he'd want, I'd be willing to. My assets are better than yours."

"Oh shut it my..."

'Tch, shut up damn idiots! No wonder why these demons are living here. They're even that willing to get in a relationship with a kid to escape! Why're demons so weird...'

A young boy, wearing a black cloak, draped over him, wearing it similar to a mantle. He was looking down at Nemesis, whilst lying down on the roof of a shanty house, trying to remain completely hidden. He brainstormed ideas on who Nemesis was, why he was here and if he was here to somehow inform them of what he was planning.

'Did someone figure out my plan? But how? Also, if so, why send a kid? Strange, nothing is adding up. He is way too formally dressed for this region, but he doesn't seem to be with the [Overlord of Perjury] due to his attire. What could possibly be going on?'

As he thought this, he saw Nemesis slightly tilt his head towards his direction, looking up. The two held eye contact for only a brief moment before he quickly shot up, and silently yet rapidly ran away. He had been caught.

'Dammit, dammit, dammit! How did he find me? The roof was black as well, how on earth could his perception be that good!?'

He ran off as he heard a commotion arise behind him. He faintly heard the words 'Overlord's' and 'decree', then the sound of several footsteps fleeing away back to their shoddy homes.

The sound of the gravel crunching underneath his shoes echoed out as the only sound on the now barren streets. He listened out carefully for any additional footsteps, but he heard none. He then went up.

Three minutes later, he stood leaning against the wall at the other side of town. He had run across the entire town in fear of being caught but had heard nothing instead. He hadn't even spotted a local or the kid since he entered while he was running. After waiting a minute to catch his breath and to see if there was anyone tailing him, he patted down his cloak, dusting off any dirt which had attached themselves to his attire.

Once he was done, he walked aimlessly forward, hiding between houses in alleyways, until eventually a beautiful building in stark contrast to the surrounding shoddy buildings appeared in front of him. There were pillars, windows with glass, a fine metal door with guards standing by it. If one didn't know what the building actually was, they would believe it was the city hall or some other prestigious building, but instead, it was a...

Brothel. Yes, a brothel.

He stared at the building, seething in rage at it. The difference between the whores and the local inhabitants was immense, one was treated like a princess while the other a lowly peasant.

The sight of the brothel reminded him of one thing. His parents. He felt rage at them for what they had done to him. He hated them, but he couldn't do anything against them, he was too weak.

He had pledged a sacred oath to himself. He wouldn't forget what he had pledged ever, he wouldn't allow himself to be used again. He wanted freedom... He wanted a life. He gnashed his teeth and clenched his wrists as tears started to swell up in the corner of his eyes. Memories of what he had to go through, flashed through his mind, a mile a minute.

"You know. We're not actually that different from one another. I'm willing to aid you, as recompensation for your work, I just wish for a... A.."

He heard an unknown, quiet, feminine voice behind him, one filled with a lot of remorse and sadness in it. He presumed it came from a child as it sounded extremely pitiful, and lonely. The voice was also feminine enough to not be discerned as an adult male while it was a tad bit too masculine to be a female adult. It tugged at his heart with how pitiful it was. He couldn't help but turn around in confusion, confusion to the words this child spoke.