James: Honey what's for dinner?
James came downstairs and found his wife cooking in the kitchen.
Rapi: l am cooking potato like always.
James hugged her from behind and touched her baby bump with his hand teasing her before kissing her neck.
Rapi: Mmmm...babe...we can't do it right now he is still awake...
James: What about this night...don't tell me you have a headache tonight as well.
Rapi turned around blushing profusely as she kissed James lips.
Rapi: l want to do it tonight as well...
Her hand slipped inside his pants as their tongues met each other. The feeling of euphoria covered their body's as they rekindled the passion of their love.
James: He is still outside right? Don't worry l will get him.
James kissed her nose before she can even answer.
James: l will see you later babe...ohh he is here.
Someone knocked on the door. James quickly rushed to the door and opened it in a hurry.
James: Where have you been it's nearly dinner....huh
A small figure was standing in front of him.
James: Hey honey look one of August's friends came here...even they are on time unlike him...
James stared at the boy for some time. He had a face he has never seen before.
James: Have we met before little guy? Of you are looking for August he must playing with his friends near the town center...
The kid looked at him with eyes filled with emotions. Eyes filled with love.
Rapi: Honey are you.....................
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Thousands of corpses were laying there silently as he piled them inside the town center. They were huge. The mountain of corpses was taller than every building in the town even the castle of the knights.
The boy lifted a oil lantern
?: This is the humanity l fell in love with
The lanterns smashed tk the ground and became the spark that started everything.
The corpses slowly burned and covered the dead town with a beautiful smell.
The smell of skin slowly melting, the smell of hair slowly burning, it was a smell so beautiful that he was slowly losing his mind...
?: Thank you...thank you for this chance...
His mouth was watering. He covered his mouth with his hands. It was no use. His saliva accompanied with a feeling of euphoria came gushing out of his mouth...
?: l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you l love you.......
His hands delved into the burning pile of corpses. He wasn't feeling the heat the only thing he cared about was the feeling of euphoria and adrenaline in his body. He stuffed every soft thing he found in the pile into his mouth. Bowels, hearts, livers, pancreases....tears fell from his face...the tears born from pure pleasure.
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August: You monster!!
A little boy with a pitchfork was running towards him. With every step he came closer...until he was one step away from killing him.
He stood up and looked at him. He was holding something in his hands...
August: huh...aa..aaaararrararaggahahh
He was holding the arms of August....they were ripped from his small body so fast his body had no time for a reaction..
?: Every one of you shall die!
Everything ended in an instant. After nothing was left other than ashes he started walking away....
He stopped on his way and looked at one of the burning houses...no he wasn't looking at the house it was the window.
He looked at the broken shards on the ground...
?: l look good today...
The only thing visible was his smile of madness.
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*l hate this pillows*
He continued keeping his eyes closed and tried sleeping again but his insane headache kept him awake.
Young boy: Why didn't you kill me?
He was hearing the low but alluring sound of fire.
?: It was never my purpose...l thought you were one of the bandits
Young boy quickly opened his eyes and sat on the ground.
Young boy: What kind of bandit sits near a river and puts his feet inside it huh?
He looked at the cause of his pain. It was a young man with mid length hair and deep green eyes. He had long sideburns and wide shoulders. He was wearing some type of leather armor with some parts of it having fur. He looked at the young boy and smiled.
?: You look like dogshit...what did he call me this time? I am guessing it is bitch but it may be son of a bitch as well...
*yeah this dude is that bitch*
Young boy: You won! He called you bitch of l remember correctly...what are you cooking huh is this the lunch...come on give some to this poor soul
Young boy snuggled to the young man and
Young boy: revenge!
A childish movement that wouldn't be called a kick was thrown by the young boy. Even he wondered how someone like him could be a well known person among others. The young man easily dodged his kick and grabbed his neck from behind.
Young boy: Damn yo....
Young boys torture continued for some time until a certain someone remembered the thing called mercy. The boy lay on the ground breathing heavily as he was released from the choke.
Young boy: don't you have mercy huh...
He touched his face and winced
*you bitch*
Young boy: How dare you touch my beautiful face you....ugh just give me some time to find some insults for you...
After coughing for some time he sat next to him
Young boy:...so what are we supposed to do?
They stared at each other for some time. The boy was rather bad when it came to human interactions but this man was just worse.
*when you meet someone you tell them your name...well l can't since l dont remember it but not everyone is like me*
Young man grabbed the wooden spoon that was inside the pot he was cooking a potato dish and tried tasting it
Young boy: Should have been faster...whwaahh
The boy devoured the food before he can taste it but his low knowledge on food making became his end as the potato burned his tongue leaving an irritating feeling as he spat it on the ground.
Young boy: why the hell are you laughing huh?
He was laughing. His silent mouth was forming a smile as he continued. His hands grabbed his thighs and squeezed them like a little boy that hates oranges but likes the orange juice.
Young man: I will definitely die...with a dude like this we are sure to die.
He was able to stop himself from going further.
Young man: Ragnal...is my name nice to meet you useless mercenary.
Young boy: Yeah yeah just give me break
Boy turned his back towards him and lay down on the soft grass.
Young boy: a bed would be better but whatever...poke when it cools down got it?
Before laying down he walked towards the river and...
Young boy: bitch look at this bruised eye l look like John now...
He turned around and met Ragnal's eyes.
Young boy: look at what you did to me...huh m forgot to tell you l smashed that John's face inside...why are you looking at me? Hey hey hey stay the hell away!
He was hugged by Ragnal. His head was forcefully buried into his chest as he continued hugging him.
Ragnal: l never got the chance to do that....
*well it looks like he hates him as well*
Young boy: ok ok got it....just get away from me l hate cuddling with maniacs and weird dudes...
Their long journey started right there as they ate their lunch and Ragnal explained his whole deal.
Ragnal: like l said l just need you cover me when needed and that's it...now get up l needs some things to buy from the city and you are gonna carry them all.
Young boy: I forgot the part where l became a slave...
Their journey towards the city started right at that moment. From what he has seen Ragnal was a rather cold and blunt person. He was still better than anyone he has seen before him.
Young boy: When will we get there...
Ragnal looked at him with his cold stare different from the time he heard that the boy beat John.
Ragnal: This is 4th time you asked this we will be there before the sky becomes orange.
Young boy: What does that even mean...ugh whatever...so what are you going to buy?
Ragnal sighed as the boy continued yapping.
Ragnal: l need to set up some traps and l am lacking explosive power...and l will buy some other things as a last resort...
Time was like a snail but after a long walk they found themselves infront of a huge stone wall with a huge wooden door in the middle of it guarded by people above the walls with bows in their hands.
And right at that moment the boy heard a pleasant voice. It was quiet but alluring at the same time. It was like a remedy to his soul. What was it singing? why was it sad? He had no idea.