Cleaning With Trash

Those stabbed by the dagger remained on the ground unmoving but I felt a connection with them, I could harm, heal or kill any of them with just a single thought.

'This feels better..'

In reality, I wasn't immune to the wear and tear of taking lives, even if I refined into [Deicide], the leftovers would still form an inner that hid deep within me. It starts off simple, with me getting angry faster, having to meditate more often, and then the whispers would start.

On Pandemonium, it got so bad that I had to battle an infant demon-god born from my inner karmic debt. Only by killing it did I relieve some of the karma upon me.

The price of a taking another's soul was the erosion of yours. An equation set in place by the karmic laws.

Yet no matter what, I would always do what I wanted to, even if there was no clear rhyme or reason.

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'Stop. Deep breath~' My mission was complete yet my bloodlust lingered a second too long.