Chapter 18: The Hunt Begins

the sun is setting, everything is ready for the moment.

"it's strange, my body doesn't tremble and I have no doubts either, maybe I stopped being human a long time ago.."

on the top of the roof he watched how different armed groups were taking chained women to a hidden basement.

"it was time to turn off the lights."

I don't know for sure, but my body feels cold and almost devoid of any energy.

pov: narrator

Cold red eyes glowed in the shadows, as they moved, soldiers stood at attention in front of the basement entrance, armed with large swords, leather armor with various plates.

"this is boring, we didn't even get a taste of the merchandise."

the one with brown skin and well-defined build spoke annoyed while scratching his head, on the other hand the second guard calmed him down.

"nah you must be calm those that are not sold, they are perfect toys to reduce the price".

"really?"

"exactly mate, I tell you last time, it was a young fire elf girl that didn't sell, between me and my companions, we went as far as to break her to a point that she was unconscious, after.."

her words stopped and blood began to pour from her neck.

"Ha?"

The second guard's reaction was not enough, because soon his limbs were scattered all over the place, leaving no body in particular.

Both died in the second and a young man began to emerge from the shadows, slowly showing himself with a red robe over him....

"interesting... the first time I kill someone and it didn't really provoke anything.."

he looked at the only corpse left on the ground, his red eyes cold and emotionless, a few seconds he kicked it and then spat it out.

"they're scum.."

didn't waste much time and opened the basement door.

"Well, let's start hunting

Slowly footsteps were heard on the staircase.

The guards guarding the entrance to the slave market drew their weapons as they heard the quiet footsteps on the staircase, gradually a strikingly robed silhouette slowly approached.

"Customers?"

"no, that's not a customer, his shoes have blood on them."

"get ready!"

but when the last foot touched the ground, only a shower of blood and chunks of flesh could be seen adorning the ceiling, the walls and even the floor.

The red-colored robe gradually became stained with crimson, as did the pants, hands and shoes.

"they're just trash."

only the weapons remained intact, but everything else was torn apart by the hands that protruded from the shadows and took it upon themselves to destroy them completely.

"this world is disgusting, only trash remains".

the sound of clashing armor plates on the other side of the door, heavy breathing and whispers.

"ho... they are ready, it will be fun".

a chilling smile escaped the man's lips, he stretched out his hand, touching the steel door, which gradually melted.

A shadow from behind placed his hand on the young man's shoulder and whispered in his ear words that only he could understand.

"Kill them, kill them all heh heh heh heh."

its twisted and alluring voice brought a smile to the man's face.

"Now!"

"KILL HIM!"

the group of armed knights, quickly charged at the young man, but he only moved leaving them completely still.

"flames of hell ha"

a whisper and a mocking laugh was the last thing he left as he continued on his way.

"Haaaaa!"

"HELP HELP!"

"HAAAA!"

the screams getting louder and louder as the steel continued to melt on his skin, burning completely.

It was only enough for the young man to invoke small flames inside their suits for them to begin to melt, those armors that would protect them, were now their sentence, killing them little by little melting every part of their body with the worst possible torture, a death worthy of their intentions.

Guards were arriving from all sides, none of them remained standing, the carnage filled the place, letting out the soul of a beast, each death was inhuman and yet his face of satisfaction was very noticeable.

"a-are you...are you human.."

one he left alive, completely neutralized, he tied him up with roots sticking out of the ground and one of the shadows had a live rat trapped.

"tell me, tell me, where do they hide the slaves?"

the trapped guard trembled with fear, his tone cold, eyes heartbreaking but a sinister smile.

"me, n-never."

"looks like the trash has honor, well I'll try something."

he drew steel plates and melted them and began to mold it with his bare hands, the burns on his palms became noticeable, but he didn't feel them, much less care.

"ready I have a bucket, now I will repeat for the last time Where do you hide the slaves?"

Still the guard remained silent, at this reaction the young man placed the rat inside the jar he molded with his hands and placed it on his chest, held by hands of darkness.

"where I come from, there are religions and these religions had subjects, they tried to convert people to their religion, but those who defied them and hid things against them, were kidnapped and tortured."

a flame manifested itself between the hands of darkness that held the jar to his chest, but without moving it from its place, little by little the squeaks of the rat were heard and the frightened guard began to tremble.

"no.. no, I-I'll tell you."

"one of your implemented tortures was this."

"haaa!"

blood was beginning to ooze out of the rim of the jar, as the incessant squeaking of the rat continued to be heard, but this time accompanied by sounds of crunching flesh.

"e-on the next staircase.... b- haaa!"

"on the next staircase down is that it?"

"y-yes haaaa!"

the incessant screams, gradually sounded much deeper, it should soon reach the bones by now.

the man stood up as he continued on his way, leaving the guard with his screams of pain as the rat went on and on destroying his insides.

"wait a little longer, I'm coming for you Yanet".