“Look at the monster. He thinks he can get up.” The voice was full of malice and mockery, but they fell on silenced ears.

The human Lance was gone.

Now only wrath incarnate was present.

His arms stretched. His fingers feel the dirt below. Like a machine, He began to rise off the ground as if final awakened from a long slumber.

“What the hell!” Slowly the man with his foot on Lance’s back was being overpowered.

“Hey, moron you have to hold him!”

“I'm trying but he won't stay down,” His leg shook from the effort as he pushed down.

“Ah!!” but he was soon overtaken and pushed off.

“How the hell?” His voice almost echoed, as most fell silent at the sight before them.

He stood in the middle of the field, yet everything felt so far away. People surrounded the area. Lance noticed all the people. His eyes seeing every feature of their faces, but not caring at all.

I may have rushed my choice it seems.

A number large number of people were sad and weeping over Alice's death or looked to actually want to stop this. He silently thanked them.

But it is too late now.

He bit into his thumb, blood flowed out without hesitation.

He took in all his attackers. Their appearances completely visible to him.

None of them had any particular features. Nor did he care to imprint them in his mind. He didn’t need to remember them.

There never was much need to remember the dead.

He fed the mark his blood.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!”

Lance let go of his restraint and felt the anger and rage boil over. Years of holding back and powerlessness released.

“What the hell is that!”

The mark glowed and it sent lines out that covered Lance body from head to toe. The glowed a blood red visible thru his tattered clothes. They closed and mended his wounds as they went. Lance was fixed up in seconds-

-Yet far from the same.

“He is just a demon…...” He never finished the sentence. Something hit the ground with a thud.

No one breathed. They all could only slow turned their heads.

To see their comrade’s head removed from his body.

“What the hell! What happened to him?” The dismembered head was thrown away. But even then no eyes followed it, only staring at Lance covered in blood as he stood over a dead corpse spewing red out a crossed the field.

“We need to kill him!” A man’s voice shattered their fear. One stuck his hand forward and fired a large fireball

The fireball consumed his sight. He was confident no man could survive. That was until a severely burned pierced thru the ball of fire.

“!!!!!” His mouth was open but no words came out.

His body slammed into the ground, but the force didn't stop. His organs broke apart, blood poured from his mouth, but not a single scream left his throat. Only blood.

Surrender was not an option-

His heart exploded.

-Only death awaited them

His silent struggle ended.

The beast swayed as it walked away for the bloody mess it had made. His arm was caked in blood. Barely hiding the blackness of the burned arm. His clothes drenched, but an inhuman expression lined his face.

Unforgiving rage.

A beast released from his cage.

“RAHHHHHHH!”

The howl shivered their souls. There would not survive. The brains knew, but their body readied to fight.

Its eyes found them

It burst forward and struck one with a swift elbow strike to the chest. His ribs broke under the pressure. His body was jettisoned like a rocket into the far wall.

Before anyone could process, three people were dead. The crowd howled. People ran. People were trampled under foot, they cried, but instead of a savior, a large slab of stone came.

It rammed into the stands. Steel beams creaked, voices were silenced ad most panicked.

“Holy shit” One of the would-be attackers fell on his butt. A large crater now was before him. He couldn't believe his eyes.

“How can he be that strong?”

It had kicked the ground and the large slab of dirt was freed. Kicked away within seconds.

The beast slowly walked toward him. Madness was all he found as he watched it come close. He felt his pants get warm.

He couldn't even feel the piss run down his legs.

The beast stood before him.

“Hey wa--!!!” A kick obliterated his head. All that remained was headless corpse covered in pissed and blood.

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“Everyone make distance! We need to cover the escape of the other students!” the teachers appeared almost out of thin air.

The beast paid them no heed. His targets were scrambled and launching magic attacks in complete confusion.

It didn't dodge. It didn't need to. The magic either dissipated before it reached him or scattered before him and struck the stand behind him.

It moved at a steady wobble closer to two more. One rushed forward. The Beast threw a punch, but the target slipped below it and placed it in a full nelson.

“Quick...Attack…..AHAHA!!” His hold on the beast failed, but not because of any physical resistance.

“My arms!”

Black line covered his arms. His scream only grew louder as the red glow intensified. He rocked and sway slamming his arms into the ground trying to get them off. All the boy could feel was a horrible pain as they slowly wrapping around his arms and went toward his head.

His arms only grew heavier. He never would never know why.

The weight of sin was too much for him.

The pain vanished. A hand had grabbed his face. Stopping the pain for a moment. He dared to look into its eyes.

Death.

Rage.

Give him a taste of your sin!

Then the black lines covered his face. Rushing forward like snakes across the grass. All the while, pain echoed across his body, but he could do nothing.

“AHAAHAHAHAHA!”

His body only grew heavier as it covered and burned him. His screams stopped and his arms fell limp. His body fell backward. Eye balls rolled back into his head.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

“Get away from him!!” A sudden impact sent the beast flying into the stands.

People were launched into the air as the impact rocked the unstable stands. Disoriented people became even more desperate to get away.

Teachers grabbed as many as they could, but the black lines grabbed hold of an unlucky few.

They too caved under the weight of sin.

The beast paid no mind. Even with three large gashes in his chest, and a horribly burned arm it still moved on. The black lines converged slowly stitching the gash closed, but not healing him at all.

“Kill”

The man had summoned a giant tiger and it roared. Vibrating the air around. For a moment, It stopped people in their tracks before the mad dash continued.

Its large claws dug deep into the ground. Ready to pounce toward the beast at a moment's notice.

Hate more! God’s scream echoed in the beast’s head.

Hate is power, hate them all!

Killing is all that you need!

The tiger pounced forward. Ripped rock free as each paw came into contact with the ground.

HATE!!!

HATE!!!!!

HATE!!!!!!!

But it stopped just as quickly.

Animal's instincts were screaming. The urge to run was strong. The beast before it was something far more furious than itself, but it master’s will propelled it forward.

“Don’t stop! Kill Him!” he shouted ignorant of the fear swelling in the tiger’s chest.

But it still moved in.

The razor claws swung in from the side. A repeat of the action it had used previously.

All the beast did was raise its arm in defense. It braced for the impact by placing all its weight on the left side.

The claws struck home easily-

“H….How….?”

-But broke like glass as connected to his skin now covered completely in the lines.

The beast jumped up and drove a roundhouse kick into the tiger’s face. Catapulting its body into the master and two other. Blood spurted out of its eye and mouth.

The tiger’s large body, at least the size of a truck, fell to the ground and slowly disappeared. As it vanished three blood splatters were made visible. Only a few humans parts remained.

A hand rolled in the blood along with other random bits and pieces of formerly working organs.

Kill more!

Two were standing close together, so the beast pounced and grabbed their heads. With their body off balance, the beast pushed them to the ground and dragged them a crossed the field.

When it finished, two new trenches appeared the field. But body parts lined filled them from, start to end. With the upper torsos waiting at the end.  

But even a beast knows how to stalk prey. The beast now began a slow walk forward, but it didn't go far.

Its left foot was bent at an odd fashion, but it paid no heed and began dragging the now lame leg.

Its eyes had never left the prey. His eyes only followed it.

It went toward the only remaining foe.

The man was screaming things, but the fell on deaf ears. No ears that would not hear any excuses.

He must suffer.

Make him bleed.

He must be killed slowly!

The prey didn't move. He was too scared to even breathe. The distance vanished and he took the sword in hand in a downward arc.

Break his will.

The beast caught it with two fingers, snapped it in half.

All with his burned hand.

Veins broke and blood flowed out lost in the other blood already covering it, but the beast made not even a whimper.

The burned hand grip the broken part and stabbing it deeply into the prey’s leg.

“AAHAHAHAH” The man blood-curdling scream was deafening.

More!!!

He needs to suffer more!!

Lance grabbed its face and lifted it off the ground. He mouth was clamped shut silenced the screams.

Not enough.

Let him squeal like a pig.

The beast gripped changed and now the throat was in its uninjured hand. The black lines spread across his body. They spread like a disease. Leaving barely any skin left.

But the prey still spoke.

“Let me go demon! I have done nothing wrong!” Humanity crossed the beast eyes. His rage was beyond control. His burned hand impacted the prey’s side. Hard enough to break ribs.

The burned hand cracked under the impact.

The man cried out again, but blood rolled out of his mouth with each scream. His pants grew darker.

He's wetting himself!

Good.

Keep going.

"Please let me live! I can give you money or I can replace that woman for..." The prey looked into the beast eyes. Fear gripped his heart. “.....Just please show mercy”

“Hahaahahahahah” Inhuman laughter left the throat of the beast.

Mercy!

Mercy!!!

He wants Mercy!

Here…...Give him the answer.

The laughter stopped. The beast blinked for a bit before it refocused.

“Do you ever ask Alice that question?” The broken and almost inaudible mumble left the beast's throat.

It didn't wait for an answer. It knew already.

“Do you even think about it?! Did you even know anything about her?!’ The grip on the throat tightened. The beast grit his teeth. Rage seethed for every pore.

Yes.

You're doing it!

Just one more push!!

“Please!Please! I m sure you can still save, Alec or something whatever her name was….!!!!!!!!” He shouted and went silent.

He killed her and didn’t even know her name.

Rage coursed through every vein. Lance free arm pierced his chest like an arrow and struck out the other side-

Not a sound left his prey’s mouth.

-The prey's heart still beating in it.

The beast’s face was emotionless.

His rage was beyond expression.

Unforgivable!

Unforgivable!

He must die!!!!!!!

Death!!

Give it to him NOW!!!!

Blood flow in the air. Hollow gasps left the prey’s mouth as he heard the squishing sound.

The burned hand, bleeding profusely, but in the end, it crushed the heart without a second’s hesitation.

“God won't hate me for your death, scum.” it withdrew his arm and let the body fall like a sack of potatoes-

One more for good measure!

-Until his rage broke and a full force kick sent the body thru the wall of the stadium.