"So. What now I wonder, where should I strike at them?" Hector was thinking about the direction he should take.

"Let's take down one of their houses."

When he had decided what he will do he took out the map of the East borough that he made and walked in the direction of the closest house. Hector then took out the iron mask and put it on himself.

knock

knock

knock

Hector knocked at the door three times and then waited for a response. After advancing to sequence 8 he didn't need to be afraid of ordinary people if they didn't have hot weapons, and as he is planning a surprise attack he tried to act like Unwinged Angel.

He thought about acting as Unwinged Angel and what it would take. Angel is someone divine, a few steps from gods themselves, and so to act like them he should be detached from little problems of people and guide the on the correct path.

But he did not think it was the core of sequence, it is more likely that Unwinged is its core. As in legends angels lost their wings when they fell, they become corrupt because of their desires. And desire is the core of the Abyss pathway in Hector's opinion.

Hector has an easier time with digesting potions than others, as he already knows about his pathway. Others tend to get those information step by step, only at a later stage do they understand what their pathway represents. And so with the knowledge of the path and its core he should be able to advance quicker than ordinary people.

And so he needs to act like an "Unwinged" Angel. One whose desires lead astray, be it desire to stand above others or rule them as gods themselves.

He should disregard the morality of others and follow only his desires as they alone are correct.

Hector was naturally able to follow it as he fully and heartily knew that it was the truth.

'Wait! You need to act but still, you are just acting.' Hector started to recite those words as fully believing in one's actions can bring a loss of control.

He then spoke his head as he felt movement in himself as he partly digested the potion.

"That was fast, but I'm still missing something. No matter I will figure it out in time." Hector then got impatient but luckily for him, he heard the door screaking and then they started to be opened.

He saw an unshaven scarred man standing behind the door looking at him. "Who are you and what do you want."

Hector smiled and pointed a finger at himself. "Me, I'm just bringing jolly old Christmas joy."

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"What..." The man spoke clearly confused but then he was interrupted by a strong force hitting him in the neck.

Hector then watched the man fall to the ground, when he fell he jumped at him at held his face. "Ho, ho, ho Krampus is coming for you. You hoes." then he let poisonous flames consume the man's face.

"Aaaah!"

He could hear the man screaming for a moment, but then the sound started to get raspy as his mouth, chin, cheek, and nose started to turn into charcoal.

"Thank you for the screams." Hector smiled and patted the man on his head. Then he stood up, took out his hammers, and looked for more people.

When he looked around himself he saw a head peaking from the room on his left, immediately he threw one of his hammers at it.

Hammer had hit its target and so he sprinted at him slamming his second hammer into him in repeating motions, breaking his nose, and a few teeth. He stopped when he saw that man's eyes and brain start to spill out.

"Hahaha! Come out to play." Hector yelled at whoever may be in other rooms.

Then two more men exited the room which was opposite the one he was in right now. He then hurriedly threw the hammer to the stomach of one of them.

Hector took out the dagger that was holstered on his back and started to run at them. In the corner of his eyes, he could see a woman holding a gun leaving another room.

And so he stabbed the first man in his stomach, he was interested in the power of his curse so he touched the man's head to inflict it on him. Then he took the other man as a shield.

Then he stabbed the man in his spine severing his nerves. He could feel the man losing strength in his legs, so he held him up and ran at the woman crashing into her.

Hector then slashed with the knife still in the man's spine, cutting to the side, taking the knife out, and severing his kidney in the process. He hurriedly punched the woman in her stomach so he would have time to look back at the gangster who was afflicted with the curse.

He saw as his victim lay on the ground convulsing, his veins turned black and were clearly visible.

"Nice," Hector said as he returned his attention to the woman.

"You know, I believe in equal rights so goodnight," Hector spoke as he started to stab her in her chest with the knife.

Before she died he could see the terror in her eyes, if it would happen in the past he would feel horrible but now he felt nothing.

"Unwinged Angel or in ancient times Coldblooded is liberating."

When he looked around himself witnessing the carnage that he brought and felt no guilt he knew that he made the right choice.

"So... let's look at the presents." Hector then went to every person individually and went through their pockets.

In the end, he was able to collect about 13 soli, one revolver, and 20 bullets. Hector decided that he would keep the revolver and the bullets. Spare bullets will be always useful and the revolver could come in handy in the future.

When he was about done he looked through the building and looked for something to feed a fire. He found alcohol, wooden furniture, and a few papers.

He stacked the bodies in the middle of the hall and put furniture around them, then he cut one of the gangster's heads and put it on the side. Then he spilled alcohol on them.

Hector was then finished with preparations so he went outside and nailed the head to the door of the building.

When he returned he could see that the man he used the curse on was still alive. Unresponsive, bleeding black liquid from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, being on verge of death but still living.

"What a champ. Still kicking around?" He said and lightly kicked the man in the stomach. When he didn't get any response he sighted and took out matches.

He lit one and threw it at the bodies, when the alcohol started to burn he left the building and simply walked away.

"I wonder if buildings next to it will start to burn as well. But no matter even if they would, people from the church of storms would be able to put it out." Hector said to himself as he turned around to look at the building. He was able to see flames through the windows, so he smiled and left home for a good night's sleep.