Daybreak - Finale

Deception and love, such powerful things, one's love of money can dull their senses, while deception can sharpen another into a weapon for the destruction of another. More and more continuously use these two tools to their advantage, their gains show the unprecedented effect that it has on their lives. From strength because of friendships to a romanticized love of music. This is something that all hunters have had at one point or another. But this little Demon what does she love? Although it should be quite clear, deception can fool anyone.

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Gore begins:

With a swift motion of her hands, she struck downwards aiming to destroy the bones in Elizabeth's arms, but with the speed of the attack strengthened by aura and the overall sharpness of the knife, the hand was completely removed as a fountain of red spurt forth. The rough, and rigged texture of the bone Mary had felt when chopping off the hands had amplified her happiness, and as the scream of a banshee was drowned out by the river. A slight shower of blood had stained her ragged clothing, she continued.

"It's not befitting for a lady such as me to have her clothes stained. It would depreciate my value when sold, now wouldn't it? But, Ahh, Mom I was truly expecting more from a devil like you, now please tell let me know. How much pain do you think you can take? Surely, you can take a lot right? Right!?" At this point Mary was drooling with a wild happiness.

"Why are you doing this? And how did you find out?" Screamed Elizabeth, while trying to flee with tears in her eyes.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk mother, you know it's not good to reveal a trade secret, others may be listening in! Well not like it'd matter if you knew anyway, where you're heading I think it'd be better if that thought distracts you while burning. Now let me ask you again, how much pain can you handle!?" Mary laughed cynically with her true nature fully unleashed. With a smile she sang a poem fragment to her dear mother, "Walk grave and thoughtful men, whose hands may wield the patriot's blade as lightly as the pen, And maidens, with such eyes that grow dim over a bleeding hound... and a bleeding hound you are, however I find it strange that my eyes ought to grow dim, after all who doesn't love a dog!? Hahaha, it feels so liberating to finally get to play after putting an act like that for so long, now WRITHE, WRITHE IN THE GRACIOUS PAIN I HAVE BESTOWED UPON YOU!

A scene of horror and joy could be seen, the jagged bones from her own hands pierced Elizabeth's body and pinned it to the ground like nails. Her feet had been ripped off from her legs, and re-attached to her using the detached skin and long veins from her hands. Even if she were to ever "rise" once more she would never walk again, her feet had not been attached normally after all, they had now resembled a hawk's talon with bone broken and curled to forcefully bury it into the ground every step. And skin being pulled off by the curved bones.

It was at this point that Elizabeth no longer wished to live, she was hoping, no praying for the sweet release of death. Her visage had been destroyed. With no lips to speak of one could see how she had ground her yellow-red teeth into each other. Each eye had been sloppily removed to allow the excess skin from the hands to be stuffed deep inside. Her small ears had been cut off and placed inside her mouth along with her eardrums strung around her tongue. Breathing was difficult, and hearing was impossible as dark, red blood had filled the two holes on the side of her head, but she could still feel what Mary would have said.

"Are you ready for more, mom?"

Continuing her play time she made a nice clean cut down the sides of her torso, and slowly, she removed each and every one of her ribs from her body only to be switched to the opposite side in which the curved bones protruded outwards. However, all things must come to an end as sweet little Mary, with the knife had pierced the heart, her fun was over.

With the river clearly famished, Mary rolled the broken remains into the river, Tearing out the ribs once again and keeping the ribs as a trophy of her success.

Gore end:

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The sound of clapping could be heard from behind Mary. "Wow kid, quite a show you put on." Said the person, "If I were to rate it I would most definitely score you an 8/10 ,but seeing how you pierced the heart before your fun was over you clearly aren't experienced with that knife."

The sound of metal clashing could be heard.

"Who the hell are you?" Shouted Mary. "Or are you interested in playing as well. I promise that if you crave death you'll have quite the enjoyable time. Or are you here to finish me off!?" As she finished those last words with a smile she raised her knife and tilted her head, motioning the knife in a way that would pierce through her eye.

"Unfortunately I don't particularly wish to die, and relax kid if I wanted you dead you wouldn't even be standing right now. You see I have a few questions for you." Said the man gently, "now how about you tell your uncle, who taught you nen?" He said while releasing a strong wave of killing intent.

"Nen?" Mary asked unfazed as one who had killed as much as she would have a stronger killing intent anyway.

"Don't play dumb kid, you should know that I can kill you at any moment." He said while pointing his own weapon towards her neck.

"If you mean my aura I learned to control it today after meditating for some time." She said while standing in a posture fit for a princess.

He thought to himself, "she's clearly not lying, Devil's advocate checked her words, if she had lied she'd be burning away." With a cheerful tone he said, "Well kid let me make you an offer you can't refuse! Come with me and become my apprentice."

Seeming to be deep in thought she shrugged and said, "I don't really have a choice now do I? Very well I'll play your game uncle." "And then I'll discard you after I learn all that I can from you." Thought Mary.

"The conditions for the contract have been fulfilled, for the next 3 years you will train under me as an Assassin, prepare yourself Mary because the Devil is watching yooouuu! "he then whispered to himself, "Soul grip"

A demonic looking hand made of nen closed in on Mary's soul, She would no longer own her soul for the next 3 years.

With the love of playing with her toys, and acting to deceive the world, the cheerful rays of the golden sun fizzled out, the day had broken and the night had taken its place. And with historians ignorant to the event, the birth of a true demon had just taken place.

End of volume 1