Chapter 6 Red hair in the sands

Zane opened the car door and looked at the monsters surrounding his way out, sighing "I have to do these again," he muttered.

His hand fiddled behind his seat, he pulled out a sharp blade from its holster. The blade gleamed under the night sky, showing its sharpness and releasing cold air.

He pulled off his shirt and the cloth covering his face, not wanting blood to stain it. If anyone was here, they would let out a gasp at his beauty: white hair, tan skin, sculptured muscles, and a face created perfectly by the moon Goddess.

He remained calm and cold as he watched the gathering crowd of Scitticks. Swinging the sword with practiced movement, his blue flashed with light. How many battles he had fought for a thousand years, yet he was getting tired of this constant bloodshed.

''Come out, Greed,'' he said. A hawk tattooed on his back flashed with light as a huge white hawk emerged. The hawk rubbed its head on his body with familiarity. At least he had Greed, his soul beast and companion.

clack!

Zane waved his sword, blocking the coming stingers. The hawk became angered; they were disrupting his time with his master. It flew into the air, swooping down and creating dust, disrupting their sight.

Zane walked unhurriedly towards the crowd of monsters, swinging his blade, and cutting the beast in front of him in two. He dodged not letting the blood touch his body. He walked calmly as if he were in a garden; wherever he passed, monsters dropped dead.

He looked hopefully at the stingers attacking from all sides. Maybe it would work this time. He didn't dodge, allowing the stingers to pierce his skin. He felt no pain, he waited for a second, then minutes and nothing happened.

He sighed in disappointment. Why didn't he die this time? Then came the surging anger. His body turned into a blur as he went berserk, killing the beast around him. Black blood splashed, smelling like sulfur. It fell to the sand, bringing out smoke. if it falls on someone, the person will melt; it's corrosive.

Zane didn't care when the blood touched his skin- he didn't feel anything. It was like pouring sticky water on his skin. Seeing the other monsters retreating, he breathed out, regaining his calm air. He walked up to the beast and opened up its head, removing a black mana stone. These are money for the base.

Greed pursued the retreating monster, its claws tearing out their head from their bodies. None were able to escape. It returned to Zane, rubbing its body against him, begging for pets. Zane rubbed its head, his eyes flashing with light and the hawk tattoo emerged on his back, and there was no beast around.

He walked back to the car, pulling Helena out. He looked at her for a minute and dug a grave, making sure it was deep enough, so no monsters or maneaters could see her body. He buried her, his heart calm, already used to burying his companions. Ah, Helena, the cheerful woman who always chattered with him endlessly on useless things. He smiled as he reminisced on the past.

Bundling the mana stones, he threw them into the car and looked at the place where he buried her. "Goodbye, Helena. May we meet in the underworld,'' he said, the same sentence he always repeated, hoping Grim Ripper would take him too.

He started the car, hoping he would return to the base before another beast struck. Driving fast, his side eyes saw a glimpse of red in the black sand making it conspicuous. "It's not his business,'' but something nagged at his mind, saying he would regret it.

Bang!

He hit the wheels in frustration. He stopped the car and got out, he walked to the red stuff. His calm face cracked when he saw it was a human being about to be buried in the sand. It had been years since he had seen an outsider, which made him curious. He dug her out and was fascinated when he saw such a petite woman, with soft features and beautiful pale skin, marred with red burns from the hot sun and sand. ''I hope she won't be trouble.'' He said coldly, not knowing she would bring changes to his dull life.