Everyone has one, even weapons.

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Hey. This is just here so you can know that I fell behind/need to edit the next/this chapter a bit more. I'll edit it in once it's done and post tomorrows also.

Sorry for the delay. I.mismanaged my time and this is the result of that.

Umh, insert characters so I can post chapter lol. 500 characters is quite a lot when the message is as simple as this ig.

Hmm, still not enough.

Well I guess I might as well ask like...how was your day? Do oranges still exist. Apples as well?

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Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

The demon of tales: "Now...it's time to say goodnight. Hehe...hahahaHAHAHAHA-"

The blade's tip pushed into my lips and-

Agent Instakill: "Ghghck."

The demon of tales: "Huh!? Ew! What the hell 'Human', do you have no shame?"

I tried to remind myself that deep-throating the demon's blade was necessary to avoid my lips being torn apart. My mouth cut open. And most importantly, my life taken away.

But my pride did not care for such facts. So even as my gums bled from the demon's jostling blade, my burning cheeks remained the most agonizing part of my resistance.

Even so, that fire and ire were the only things that kept me from shutting my mouth.

...

Yet that flame had little fuel, and was being cooled by a memory that was like rain...the crimson ocean.

...I could still hear the screams.

...

I needed to act now before my flame could be snuffed out.

And so I focused on the blade's shadow-

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The demon of tales: "...Oh? So you've noticed my adjustments? Hmph, how annoying. You recover too quick to savor the madness...then again-"

Agent Instakill: "GCHK!"

A drop of blood slid onto the demon's shadowless blade. Down it went to the hilt, where the demon licked it with glee.

The demon of tales: "That means I'll get the pleasure of breaking you all over again!"

The demon's words were like gust upon my flame. And so my will embered, my mouth loosened, and the demon's smile brightened.

The demon of tales: "Really, you have no one to blame but yourself. After all, don't you know how all these tales end?... Hehe, Spoiler alert-"

More blood slipped down the blade.

The demon of tales: "They-"

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C: "G-gchk-"

It pushed, and my jaw strained.

The demon of tales: "all end-"

It pushed harder, and my teeth grazed the blade's edge.

The demon of tales: "IN TRAGEDY!"

It pushed all the way in, and my mouth gave in.

As the blade tore my lips apart, my eyes closed.

For I felt as cold and sleepy as a child on a winter night...

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...It was a winter night. And a child was sleepy and cold and full of fright. As though the entire town was covered in snow.

The trees did not have a speck of white.

Or, at least, that's what I hoped the child's reasoning was.

As the other possibility...was far more frightening.

Perhaps because of this, I repeated what I'd told him a thousand times before.

C: "Get a mile near that forest, and I'll make you a red stain on the ground."

The boy gulped and scurried away from the window.

Boy: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just...I was just wondering if the stories were true. Nothing more, I promise!"

I raised a brow.

C: "The stories?"

The boy nodded.

Boy: "y-Yes! I... my classmates talked about it. a-About the damned souls and reaper and-EHK!"

The boy went still. As if he was trying to sleep...or waiting for death.

I looked at my guns.

They were raised.

I lowered them and the child began to breathe properly again.

C: "You shouldn't spend time stressing over those monsters."

The boy's eyes fell to his feet as he mumbled out

Boy: "...I...I know the stories aren't true...but-"

C: "No, even if the stories are true. It doesn't matter."

The boy looked at me as If I was mad...which wasn't that far from the truth I suppose.

Boy: "b-But the monsters-"

C: "I'll deal with them."

Boy: "You can't! b-Betty told me they're all super strong, so like...y-your bullets would bounce off!"

C: "And what does it matter? I'll just find another way to kill them."

Boy: "But...it's... it's impossible!"

I shook my head.

C: "All things change. All things can be broken or repaired. And all monsters and humans and even demons are just a bunch of things stitched together. Therefore, everyone has something that can kill them."

I closed my eyes, imagining every monster that the boy had told me of.

C: "If there truly are damned souls in that forest...then a silver bullet should be enough to quell their vengeful fire. After all, in other stories silver can kill all sorts of demonic beings. Like vampires or werewolves...and if the reaper does wander within the darkness...then it must do it with its mortal partner, who ties it to reality. That means all I'll need to do to kill the reaper is put a bit of lead on its partner's head. And so...no matter how strong they are, I can kill them. Because that's my purpose...I'm...I'm that something that kills everyone."

The boy was dead silent...but within his eyes, I saw a bustling and noisy mind.

What a pain.

C: "Come on, spit it out. Better now than later."

The boy looked up at me in the most disgusting way imaginable. In a way that put my fingers at my gun's trigger. In a way that reminded me of HER...

He looked at me, with pity.

Boy: "...If all you do is kill...then...isn't that like...sad?"

C: "..."

Boy: "...Don't you...don't you get lonely? Or tired, or-"

C: "It doesn't matter."

Boy: "But-"

I raised my guns. And that was the end of that.

After all, what else was there left to say?

The 'good' guys, the 'bad' guys, everyone uses something to kill each other. To win.

Those weapons. Be it soldiers, mechanics, or anything in-between, will always exist.

So why not simplify the process? Have one weapon instead of many. Then, less people will need to fight for the 'good' and 'bad' guys...and isn't that better for everyone? A mercy for the common folk?

And so...what that weapon feels hardly matters.

???: "Exactly."

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The final section! (Section.)

The reason that chapters end...is probably because of views...and time...and how the website is setup...and the number 235. That definitely plays a role also.