" the musky scent of the thick misty blood… the burning-hot fire spread around the village, blackening the crops and trees… hearts full of malice and sadism… the heat of the battle reaching from afar and captivating the poor souls with its radiance… mountains of corpses tarnishing the village scenery… ungodly creatures who lust for death adorned in human skin and flesh…" Matthew's eyes flashed in red, his bloodlust spread around as he eyed the place. A giant three meter tall behemoth of a man was spinning in circles " ... Sun dome!" he yelled, his two greatswords sent limbs flying in the air, as the black-wearing men ran in fear of the great monster.

"Jihahaha, what's going on, have you finally shown your pathetic cowardness for the world to see…" laughed William making the hooligans tremble in fright.

" it's the cruel…"

" run away!"

Yet to no avail, their efforts barely made them go anywhere, their fates were sealed the moment the cruel has set his eyes on them, and they all knew it. Villagers watched the giant's silhouette in shock that just appeared out of nowhere and started annihilating the criminals.

"Aahhhhhhh"

*splash* heads and body parts covered the green grass in a red carpet, the dangly intestines and human guts clinging onto his body didn't stop the brute from twirling around and chopping all that stands in the way of his greatswords, a devilish smirk was hidden behind his new white mask that put his half burned face out of sight.

Two mafia members managed to find an opening and started furiously sprinting as if their life depended on it from the hellish place, they ignored the villagers as they made their way towards the nearest village exit they could find…

*fsh* the two scoundrels watched in astonishment as the world around warped in time and turned upside down, they glanced at the man who was responsible for their death, only to see another beast with red aura surrounding his handsome figure, neatly combed hair, a white classic t-shirt and a pair of black formal trousers

" that's two down…" said the young soul with an imperturbable voice, his gaze was spine-chilling, making the remaining criminals who attempted running, stop down at their tracks. The two separated bodies at his side made him a reaper to the witnesses.

"... Ready yourselves 'blasphemers'." he tightened his hold onto bayonet, his figure appeared foggy before he dashed onwards, starting another one-sided massacre on his own.

"AHHHH"

"My hands!"

At this point, there were not many left of the thugs who claimed to be mafia members, his 'Tsuki kôgekï' added to the chaos of the place. The villagers just stared with wide mouths and scared expressions.

When time settled, William stopped his spinning and Matthew impaled the last man standing, ending the fight, or more so the one sided slaughter fest.

This was truly the bitterest poison the poor peasants had ever known… their burned houses, the chopped up bodies of the cruel thugs and corrupt marines, the corpses of their fellow friends and families, the bloody red mist and filthy scent… the scene was the real embodiment of hell.

"... Oh Seer, forgive us for our sins"

"... Good lord, save the diseased from their greed and impure thoughts, bless our women with might and patience…"

It was too much for them to handle, their women got abducted the night before, only to never be seen again, the thugs came in this morning to toy with their lives, and now two demons have shown their fangs and feasted on the criminals, leaving nothing but shattered skulls and severed body parts…

" stay away!" the old man who was shielding the villagers from the sides finally noticed the young demon approach them menacingly, the other brawny demon was right behind him. Both of them had an unholy amount of filthy blood on them, yet the two didn't seem to give a damn about it.

"... What do you want from us?" the old soul's legs eventually gave up from remaining motionless for a long time, he kneeled down clutching his bottom limbs in pain.

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" Save the kneeling for your great seer, old goose, tell me where the rest of these thugs are, the many-faced god can't wait to set their impure souls on fire and watch it turn to ashes" the young demon crouched down meeting the old man's frightened gaze with a cold one. His eyes were hazel yet had more crimson shine to them than bloodshot ones. His presence released no malice or heavy draught, it was peaceful… yet deadly at the same time.

"... I have no idea, they come and go as they please, never to be bothered or followed…" the old frog answered solemnly.

"... Huuu, William, get the maniac out of the tree you stuck him in, it seems we need some information" Matthew sighed, realizing their trip to the island of the mystical frogs will be anything but relaxing or soothing.

"Jihahaha, that guy sure had some screws loose…" the brute went to the tree and picked up the guy, his state was pathetic, his face became hideous and barely recognizable, his stylish hat and lit cigarette were nowhere to be seen, blood was dripping from his mouth and his eyes were unfocused.

" your first sure did some work on the guy, I think he's brain was damaged" Matthew scanned the guy's body closely…

{name: Moriban Brave

Race: human

Str: 25

Agi: 13

End: 20

Wis: 13.5

Luck: 1

Current state: minor brain damage, ripped blood tendons, severe muscle pain…

—--passive skills—--

Cruel (E-rank) : the willful act of causing pain and suffering to others, with the absence of guilt or concern.

/effect: +5 Str and End for a short period of time after brutally killing your first enemy in a fight…

—--titles—--

The unholy: a title gained through committing hideous deeds that the various religions and beliefs of this world will frown upon.

/effect: every man working under the user will gain the passive skill 'cruel'}

*slap* Matthew smacked the guy's face multiple times. '... He has to wake up at some point, right?' totally oblivious to the fact that he is worsening the guy's condition. His hand was stopped by William after a while…

" let me take care of it…" the brute opened his book and flipped to one of the pages before crouching down and touching the Moriban's middle chest area.

"what are you doing…" the handsome brunet didn't know his underling could examine with such delicacy and fineness.

"Applying pressure on the sternum and rubbing it should cause some painful stimulation, it would be surprising if he doesn't wake up from this…" William said, his right hand holding the book, the other rubbing the sternum bone.

" I didn't take you for a doctor… "

" I am a physician, not a skilled one… "

Matthew noticed a young man coming from the group of villagers. His eyes were horrified, apparently scared of them both.

"... Please, save our women." the young man mustered enough courage and begged both of them with moist eyes.

"... We shall do it" Matthew answered.

"...ugh" a groan of pain fell on Matthew's ears. He eyed Moriban as the latter slowly woke up from his slumber.

" hehe, it's working." William said excitingly.

"... Who are you, do you have any idea who you are messing with?" the man said through grit teeth, his hand holding the sigil of their mafia house tightly. '... Be brave' he said internally, emotionally supporting himself.

"... Let me guess, Moriban of the 'brave' mafia house?" Matthew sharpened his gaze.

"... If you know, you should consider the consequences of hurting me *cough*. Our house will not tolerate this humiliation…" he muttered with a shaky voice, the aftermath of the fist bump still rang in his body.

" you aren't as smart as you claim to be, are you?... "

" huh?..." Moriban was confused at first before a punch hit his fractured nose.

" bluhhh" he puked another bucket of blood and stomach fluid.

*punch* *punch* he felt the strong blows with every inch of his body, his previously damaged nerves and veins added to pain making him wish to scream in order to relieve some of the torment.

"bluhhhh" but he couldn't, so it came off as weird sounds, another bucket of blood stained Matthew's fists as he continued hitting the man.

"Are you not gonna talk? Where did that bravery go?" something seemed off about the tidy-looking Matthew, he hammered the man with his red fists.

"Tell me, Moriban the unholy, do you feel alive right now?" the villagers gulped in fear looking at the demon.

" You said no seer will come and punish you… you said no sea monster will smite you… you said no holy being exists, God's powers are not real, are they? and the only way to feel alive is by going against him…" Matthew kept striking, not minding the man's tears and weird pleadings.

" Isn't that what you said? So tell me, where did all that power go? Do you finally feel the pain, the suffering, the agony? There is no such pleasure, is there?" the young spear wielder maniacally muttered, even William felt goosebumps in his skin.

" How many did you kill? One, two, five people? Maybe countless?" the man's groans finally stopped, his limbs went soft, signaling his death.

" 'countless' does have a nice ring to it, maybe you didn't need to stay alive after all…" Matthew finally got up from the corpse, his hands were fully clad in crimson red blood.

" William, we will track their base, it should be nearby in one of the mountain peaks"

"... you just wanted to vent, didn't you? You were not gonna let that guy stay alive…"

"I would have been a fool to let the blasphemer live…" Matthew left to one of the mountains, not forgetting to use his 'Devour' skill on the corpses while chanting a silent prayer '... Oh god my refuge and strength, in this place of unrelenting madness, enfold me in your majestic darkness and silence. May the beast rest secure under the shadows of your godly wings. May the many-faced one bless him'. Matthew felt a new surge of power entering his body, he had never felt this fulfilled before. his bloodlust thickened and spread across the vicinity, Matthew's cold smile finally receded.

'... I need to kill all of these guys. The more their blood flows the merrier'