As the blood red scythe towered over the town, Gabriel swung the red scythe. He knew the consequences of doing it. Thousands of people would lose their life with just one swing of the scythe. As he thought of this he had an epiphany. 'Human lives truly doesn't matter in the hands of the strong, it's like being a god and being able to do what ever you want. It's truly just like painting, you start off with a blank canvas, you can add or remove what ever you want on the painting.' As Gabriel thought of this a red glow appeared everywhere in the town.

"Daddy when are we going to go outside to eat again?" A childish voice asked an aged man.

"Soon, daddy has almost saved enough money for us to go to a restaurant to eat with mommy and you." The aged man pinched the daughter on her puffy cheeks as he said that.

"That's right honey we'll be able to have honey pork again, its your favorite after all." A sweet but mature voice sounded her agreement to the aged man.

As they were talking a red glow that appeared everywhere interrupted their conversation. It appeared on the aged man and the woman's waist. As they stared at the red glow they suddenly felt an excruciating pain at the waist, as they tried to walk, the top half of their body fell off. The red glow missed the child they were talking to because she was short. As the child watch her parents be killed in front of her just like that, she thought her parents were playing a trick on her, a very nasty trick. "Daddy, mommy I know you're playing a trick on me, stop pretending and wake up already." She cheekily said as she stared at their lifeless bodies, but 30 minutes passed just like that but the parents never woke up again. That's when the child knew that her parents just passed away like that. She cried and cried begging and asking what they did for her family to deserve this. This wasn't a rare occurrence as it happened every where around the town, countless people lost their family and life just like that.

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'That's just one swing for the mass, now I need a couple of more swings for the church.' Gabriel then coldly thought of the church who sent the people after him and he swung 5 times at the general direction of the church.

The deacon was preparing for the next morning to preach to the people, but several red glows flashed across the church, and everyone who worked and slept at that church in that time period also just died like that.

As Gabriel was sure everything was dealt with, he took out a canvas, and started painting everything that he saw. The ruined buildings, the sounds of children crying miserably, the dead bodies on the street, and the ruined church. Everything he saw he painted, he considered it his greatest master piece. "What a beautiful art work, I'll name you 'Town of the Dead.' You'll be what I show off to other artists, I can't wait to see their expressions when they see this." As Gabriel said this in a singsong like manner, countless white mists came from the town and they flowed into the canvas like bees attracted to pollen.

Two people with black robes and crow masks on their face arrived at the town of Flowerless. "This town reeks of death, I know what attracted us here now." One of the person with a crow mask said as he stared at the ruin town and dead bodies laying everywhere, his voice was quite muffled as he was wearing the crow mask but you could tell from his voice that he was male. "The person who committed this must be quite strong, we should put him on the church's bounty list." The other person with a crow's mask was also male as he voiced his thought. "The person should be put on the B list threat, seeing how he can easily just destroy a town like that." The other crow mask agreed to the person's comment and voiced his suggestion. The person who suggested Gabriel be put on the bounty list spread out germs every where from his sleeves. The germs only infected and attacked the body of the dead, the once disgusting corpses, were now gone like they never existed. Even the bones of them were gone too, as he watched the germs clean up everything he was also getting information from what happened through the germs infecting the dead bodies. "It seems like the person who did this was an artist, we'll put him on the B grade list and name him 'Demonic Artist' that suits him anyways." They then left after they understood the situation of what happened at the town, and the town of Flowerless that hosted thousands of lives was just forgotten like that.