The unstoppable grim reaper

It was getting too much for the council. They felt mocked by this person in the middle of the room, and it really pissed them off, especially Beelzebub, who found it too much. He drew a sword and jumped in front of Mortis. Then he roared, "Not only you have helpers, go my little helpers, suck the blood out of our intruder's veins!"

The demon's cloak opened, and a huge swarm of flies and mosquitoes, unknown insects, swarmed around the demon, ready to face Mortis. At the sight of this swarm, Mortis smiled as a thought occurred to him that he had to test out. He leapt past the demon with a scything spin, aiming at the swarm first. Just before finishing the spin, he hit the demon. But as he did so, the scythe whirl was buffed by the swarm so violently that the scythe not only cut through the opponent, but pulverized him. The demon ended up as a mist of blood and stench on the wall, dying with just one hit. The whole room was astonished, and silence fell like a graveyard as Mortis received the message from his system, "You have moved up a level. Distribute 10 SP." Mortis ignored this for the moment and immediately beckoned the next enemy to join him.

The council members got beads of sweat on their foreheads, as they hadn't expected a human to show up and finish them off so easily. But they didn't know that due to the insects, which were present in large numbers, the scythe vortex was amplified to such an extent that the power behind it increased immeasurably. Therefore, it was only luck and coincidence that the demon burst like that.

The incubus and the vampire froze as the pitch-covered demon and the hobgoblin stepped forward to confront Mortis. "I see you guys are scared. But two against one I think is better anyway. At least this way I can warm up a bit until I smoke out this incubator of evil," Mortis said, assuming a fighting stance.

Without hesitation, the Hobgoblin charged straight at Mortis with shield and sword. .The demon unleashed black substance and filled magic at Mortis. Mortis blocked the sword with his scythe and the goblin's shield. As the projectiles came close to him, he used a strong kick to push the Hobgoblin off him and dodge the projectiles or block them with his scythe. But no sooner had he withstood the first wave than he was bombarded further. The Hobgoblin swung his sword faster and harder now, trying to find a gap in Mortis' cover. But Mortis was faster than the goblin. Although the demon tried to restrict Mortis' movements with dark spells, Mortis constantly escaped their abilities with nimble leaps and gained an advantageous distance. Finally deciding that this fight was taking too much time, he first took care of the demon, who seemed to be more of a mage.

But when the goblin realized that Mortis was targeting the demon, he activated defensive abilities that strengthened the demon while he stayed close to keep Mortis from getting close to him. Mortis was surprised when he tried to attack the mage from behind and the two suddenly switched places.

The Hobgoblin was a brave and iron defender, but Mortis now used all his skills to increase his blows and do more damage. He pounded ceaselessly at the Hobgoblin, who kept holding his shield in front of him. But the problem was that neither the shield nor the goblin's equipment could withstand this storm of scything blows for long. Mortis' scythe was a legendary weapon that showed no wear and tear against the goblin's equipment, and after the shield kept getting dented, it finally got smashed in half after some time.

The goblin who was protecting the demon started to get nervous and looked crossly at the demon, because in his opinion, the demon was hardly doing anything, or doing something that wasn't doing anything at all. But Mortis took advantage of this little inattention, jumped up and created a mirror image to be where he had been standing before. He used the Fallen Comet ability to slay the mage. He didn't jump high or let the ability strengthen greatly, but it should be enough for this demon.

As the scythe descended on the demon's skull, it leapt away with an ability. However, Mortis ran after him to kill the mage and get rid of the annoying ranged fighter. The demon took his legs in his hands and tried to run away in vain. He was so nervous that he forgot everything and followed only his instinct. The problem was that he no longer used spells to protect himself. At that moment he was cut in two, while the goblin was still trying to save him, but failed. This hurt his ego and only brought anger on the rest of the council, who just stood there and followed everything without doing anything.

However, the Council of Mischief was encircled by the spirits after they finished with the cultists. The Hobgoblin was so focused on his concentration that he didn't notice what was happening in the room. But when he finally noticed, he was seized with despair. He realized that this human was also just playing with them and would not let any of them live. The goblin lunged at Mortis in desperation to at least die with honor. Mortis allowed this to happen and finished him off with the Sense Dance of Aeternus.

Seeing this, the two members of the council fell to their knees and pleaded for their lives. They could not even begin to guess how merciless Mortis was. As he danced around the goblin, continuing to beat the life out of it, he delivered a final blow to its heart, saying, "You will make a fine ally. Rest now for now."

No sooner had the fight ended than Mortis turned his attention to the two pathetic figures of the council, who were on their knees pleading for their lives. Mortis, however, showed no mercy. He knelt down, looked them in the eye and said, "How many people have begged you to let them live? How many are in the cells who are nothing more than cattle to you? I am gracious enough to leave your bodies in perfect condition, for there are servants who can use them far better than you. Moreover, I will learn all your darkest secrets, for I do not believe that you worms have built anything like this. You are too cowardly and stupid for that. But do not be sad, your leader and his clan will follow you to hell."

A vampire from the council tried to defend himself, "Wait, wait! I've only been on the council for a short time. Normally I'm just a trader who gets blood for the continent of vampires, since it's a good source. I got dragged into this. I also only did this for my people."

Mortis just snorted contemptuously and replied, "Then you should have gone to the humans with copper coins and asked them to sell you a pint of blood. There are enough people who are in a bad way and would have gladly given something away. But you looked down on people, and now you will die at the hands of one of those people."

Mortis placed his hands on the chest of the two council members and let energy flow into them. When he felt their souls, he grabbed them and ripped them from their bodies.

As the souls disappeared into his sea of souls, Mortis looked at the two fresh corpses and wondered which of his souls he should give to these bodies. He thought about giving Marshal and Mino those bodies, but concluded that they might not want it. After all, one was a berserker and the other a warrior. So Mortis went into his sea of souls to find suitable souls that could serve him well.

Mortis, Level 67 Reaper

Strength: 225 Agility: 275 Intelligence: 70 Vitality: 100 Stamina: 105 Mana: 106 Charisma: 65

Souls: 61832