Just One More Little Job

Her body lay on the wet ground, with only her feet still on the river whose ground level had been lowered after so much dirt was moved away by the water itself. And it was even half a meter deep by now. Their weapons were at the bottom of the small lake-like river that stretched over quite a few kilometers. But despite the water still rushing down, they remained stuck in place as not even the strong currents of a river seemed able to move such a powerful weapon despite them lying there on the bottom without being any stuck or penetrated into anything.

Step-... step, step step-

Ciemnosc started walking towards her, with blood— mostly his —streaming down his body while the rain had already ceased, somewhat with difficulty. But he was stopped in his tracks when he heard the following noises and words.

“Co- cough cough… ah… mg-gulp, it’s a pity,” Valeria spoke after spitting blood from her mouth along with her coughing some tiny pieces of bloody organ tissue, or remains. She looked up, for she felt too tired to look at Ciemnosc with her neck somewhat exerting that ‘much’ strength and just lay there in front of him.

“What,” Ciemnosc said softly, very quietly as well. In return, Valeria gave him a glare, a small and light smile forming on her lips before returning to take a more comfortable look at the dark, deep blue sky. “We couldn’t- cough cough cough! Cough, co-...we co- cough… didn’t… didn’t…”

“We what, we didn’t fuck?” Ciemnosc said as his voice became hoarse, his eyes looking down at her while slowly kneeling beside her to her left after having taken a few walks up to her body lying on the wet dirt and whatever grass was left from their battle.

“Keugsh- hahaha! Hehe! Yes… we didn’t- cough cough- cough… … …managed to do any of that in the end, so maybe Ciemnosc…” Valeria laughed to her little girl’s heart's content. Looking at Ciemnosc with so much ease and calmness before speaking as her frailly moving left arm rose to place her hand on his chest, at his sternum as well. Her fingers were paler, her skin paler despite being of that creamy bronze color, her black eyes perfectly alive, however.

“Let’s leave it to the next time,” Ciemnosc spoke for her, his eyes deadly fixed in hers as she became seemingly illuminated, her black eyes seeming bigger anyhow, shining evermore. Her lips moved, mumbling about, “Yes… to the next time we meet… Our next… woo…”

She closed her eyes, for in the end, she still couldn’t fathom the… the loss of him, nor the idea of her going… away. Tears crumbled down her face, as Ciemnosc could not have felt any more like her but everywhere within him, his eyes… a bit desolate now besides endlessly lifeless.

“Ugm-cou, gulp… Pass me my sw-s- swords, Ciemnosc… can you pass them over to me is th- d-...” Valeria gulped all of the blood that was trying to vomit out of her system despite her open torso, delicately, already bleeding enough. But perhaps it was because of her lying position. She added while looking at him pleadingly, yet with her left hand pinching his right arm, which was woman-enticing with those veins showing, but she showed no importance to as she even pinched where 2 slightly thick veins were bulging; and hard. “They are all I can… have to remember- my family.”

Fwguuush~~...

“...mn.” Ciemnosc nodded meekly before going over to the river. But instead of submerging himself into it to retrieve them, he took out his whip and picked the 4 Mortal weapons with ease; it didn’t break even as it tightly gripped the blades of all 4 Mortal weapons, including the ruler dagger that was still being enhanced to a Mortal grade by the black sword; temporarily.

Walking back to her, she was gulping down some more when she felt her torso beginning to be covered by the ‘puppies’ which always helped her go to sleep on the worst nights. And with Ciemnosc being there, just there for her and just right there - what else could she ask for?

“Mnh…” With Ciemnosc kneeling over her left, she moved with all of her willpower and… of the strength that remained within her, if it could even be called strength. She placed her head on his lap, part of the left side of her face against his skin and clothes while her right arm hugged her black sword and black ruler dagger tighter to herself. And her left arm grabbed tighter at his shirt, not going to let go at all… Her mouth moved as smooth words came out of her lips.

“They used to be rusty, small, really small daggers. But the previous top Craftsperson of the sect made these for me, I was his son’s one and only disciple after all. Though it was only after grandpa died that Mas- elder Tin began to really care for me, not just simply… letting me ‘play in the park with the other kids’ that were more than up to beating me up back then…”

“When grandpa made these, I didn’t know how to react. I couldn’t even use them until I was 9 years old. And by the time I mastered them, I achieved my first kill then, but I knew how to react by then, and grandpa had already left the world by then.” As Valeria spoke, she unknowingly moved her head a little and danced her neck altogether, appearing so delicately and dainty.

“When you were 11,” Ciemnosc said, putting a smile on her face. She said in return, her black eyes showing off all that love she didn’t dare put out of their closet before, “You remembered!”

“Hm. Yeah.” Ciemnosc smiled back, tantalizing little Valeria a bit before her death. She gazed in a certain direction, which was actually from Ciemnosc came from, a long way from… Looking back up at the sky, which his head covered to her fortune, she added softly and quietly. “Grandpa’s wife died when he was young. Elder Tin is really weak but has wits and cleverness and is a master of turning anything into money. Is a surprise I didn’t become a whore that brought him riches, which he instead refused anytime another major organization or even in our own sect-cough… proposed.”

“But I remember seeing grandpa’s expression before I learned to master my daggers. His expression was unwilling, confused, and pondering at times. But whenever someone asked, he just didn’t really say anything, only that his head wasn’t on any new invention or something. He was really bothered by those people, hehe…”

“Now I understand, as even when I secretly watched him make my daggers into what they are today, I watched as he actually failed to convert this little ruler into a black sword. He just couldn’t, he was too old, despite having the necessary materials, so I got only one Mortal sword and a normal ruler; only later on did the student of grandpa help my ruler temporarily become a Mortal grade weapon… He said that it was because, for some reason, it became just impossible to evolve my ruler.”

“But you know, Ciemnosc,” Valeria lifted her left eyebrow at him before continuing in the same voice. “I like my ruler this way, and it is like they are now a couple together, becoming ‘conjoined’ to one another when the time comes… Okay, I’ll tell you, sometimes… I even speak to them! Hehehe, I know, I know… but those times… I feel like they… understand me, and even agree with what I say!”

“Only… I wish I had started chatting with them sooner, but I at least got to speak to them about you a lot, and they always liked you, Ciemnosc.” Valeria lifted her hand once more to touch his face, directly with the center of her palm against his nose. Retracting it, she looked too deep into his eyes, as he did with his while the coldness from her hand left Ciemnosc’s face, as he began hugging her neck with his right arm and his face became closer and closer to hers; his left arm on her right arm hugging her weapons… without any strength - not even with a grip from her right hand.

“At least, Ciemnosc. Without any doubt, I won’t be alone when I’m gone…”

“Only…” Valeria continued, as she added, at last. “I’m worried you will. I love you…”

“!!” Ciemnosc’s eyes widened, and with his hands holding and pressing on her, some kind of terrible pain seemed to go through his hands from all over his body, and the light disappearing from her black eyes remained still for a moment more just a moment.

“I do… love you too-”

Tap.

Ciemnosc’s words and throat choked, he just couldn’t help it; as he was helpless. But Valeria, without realizing her fate against death, even if just for a moment, tapped his fresh and cool right cheek with her cold left hand… while a smile appeared on her lips colored his word.

Rustle- put…

Her left hand fell as the light in her black eyes began fading again, falling on his left chest, where his heart was. And before it could fall on his lap, on the ground, or on her own cold body,; he caught her left hand with his right one… And they looked for the last time into the other’s eyes.

…pitter-patter- PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER…

The rain returned, but she was not going to.

Fwuush…

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Yet, as the world claimed for water and for much more of it to flood it all, for everything to collapse to the feelings, emotions, and mind of a boy, the surroundings from a very tiny, dot-like minute spot within the intensely heavy downpour - dark flames with small portions of ordinary yellow and red began illuminating that little spot around death.

. . .

In the middle of the morning, in another smallish desertic area in the middle of the plains onwards to the Little Lake.

TRRCCRKKRRR, TRRCCRKKRRR TRRCCRKKRRR TRRCCRKKRRR~~.

Ciemnosc was riding on the motorbike as he crossed through the small desertic area. The road in this place was pretty much bumpy as there were many hills as f this was just a plain, but it just had to be a desert-like small land across the insanely large plains o the center and west of the Region, it was also very easy for Ciemnosc to spot ambushed; day or night.

Who… whoosh… whiiiiiiiistleeee~~.

“Houuuf,” Ciemnosc sighed out, big time. It was just the first few hours of direct daylight, but there appeared another ‘thing’ for him to deal with. And for the looks of it, this one was even capable of flying. And at a good enough speed at that, or so it seemed.

“I finally got to catch you, you little vermin ah!!!”

“!” Ciemnosc’s eyes widened abruptly. He would very much like to welcome anyone that would come at him even in flying mounts, but it wasn’t just someone that had a flying mount. It was also someone who was indeed flying himself! And the voice. One that Ciemnosc recognized, couldn’t be any worse than it already was for Ciemnosc!

‘He didn’t get killed. He wasn’t found by them!’ Ciemnosc thought silently while getting the motorbike to begin going full out and speeding up even more, thanks to the little tweaks that he made for it!

“You can’t escape, ahaha!” But the voice from Risgash, an elder from the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect, which Ciemnosc had read to have a cultivation base of the Conflagrate realm, 7th stage from the last time he got to see him, which was just a few days ago. Yet, the voice from Risgash wasn’t coming from behind, but rather, it came from Ciemnosc’s right!!

‘Oh- ah, fuck your moth-’ Ciemnosc was cursing with his annoyance getting the better of him that he began to tremble all over his body! However, for the eyes of the ambusher hiding so perfectly well, for who knew how long, and so well with possibly many methods other than arrays, it was a clear sight of being terrified at being caught after having escaped for so long!

Whoosh- plaahhk. TRRCCRKKRRR TRRCCRKKRRR~… … … thud- stomp! Roll roll roll roll!

Ciemnosc was going at full speed now, to a speed that the motorbike was previously not able to reach. But even then, there came the body of a large pelican from the air to his right directly moving in front of the motorbike before becoming its ground momentarily.

The pelican could be heard screaming its lungs out as blood and bloody father along with some more bloody flesh came to fly about as it became a large piece of meat turning into minced meat, cruelly by the hands and forceful kicks of its owner having pushed it down.

On the other hand, as the pelican went below the motorbike and the motorbike in question began to fly but without problems, and yet for a long distance, flying without really coming back down, Ciemnosc himself was slapped but also directly knocked over by the finger bones in Risgash’s palm, easily flinging his body away while the motorbike safely flew away forwards still.

After so incredibly harshly falling on the ground, Ciemnosc bounced but instead of bouncing back and again after meeting the ground once again, his body began rolling with all of the force and external Power Energy that tried invading his body but managed to only hurt him; injuring his body severely as it continued to roll away back down the hill which he came from but now towards the left.

Along the way, he was safely rolling, as this type of ground and force was nothing for him to get hurt with even for a single strand of his hair, but the Power Energy stuck to his body didn’t dissipate without inflicting even more severe injuries all over his body, even sending aftershock into his organs and bones; shaking and breaking a few respectively.

“Hahaha! Rooooll~! Roll roll roll, roll and roll for me, haha HAHA!” Risgash’s voice could be heard as he chased after the rolling Ciemnosc over and over again, not even noticing that only his Power Energy used for this simple attack was the only reason Ciemnosc was bleeding a couple mini fountains out from time to time.

Risgash’s Spirit Sense wasn’t even half of what the records of the 2 most incredible cultivators in history ever achieved, with only a scope of 10 meters large Spirit Sense while chasing Ciemnosc without the pelican was even difficult for Risgash to follow without lagging behind by a whole damn lot.

Still, seeing Ciemnosc’s body rolling like this, after seemingly being all too high, mighty, and powerful of equal status, to now just a lapdog without an owner running its dog legs with the tail between its dog legs as well.

Crrrrrrrrrttrr~. Stomp stomp, grab, pssssssssiii~.

Ciemnosc’s body slowly came to a stop, his body facing the ground as he slid for a few more tens of meters after having traversed about a kilometer and a half with just the brutal and merciless hit he received from Risgash. However, Risgash, who had made that attack wasn’t even wondering to himself why didn’t Ciemnosc’s head flew and rolled away or explosively splashed its contents around like a watermelon with that one hit.

Instead, as Risgash’s feet landed at the left and right from Ciemnosc’s torso, the latter’s back clear to the former, he didn’t go for the kill and instead grabbed at Ciemnosc’s hair from the back before ruthlessly pulling it up. A lot of sand fell down from Ciemnosc’s body as he was pulled up,, and amidst it, unbeknownst to Risgash, a whip made out of a blackish substance with a diameter of 4 inches moved in-between, also not noticed by him as who would even use their Spirit Sense when they were killing a weakling 2 whole realm below them?!

Of course, just because of that, not only did Risgash not know of a torturous thing about to reach his dantian, but he also didn’t even use his Spirit Sense to scan Ciemnosc’s cultivation base, which was no more at the base of a Link Consolidation realm cultivator; but to a Phrenic realm cultivator instead since yesterday!!

“Hahaha! What! What?! What is it with that face, eh?! HAHAHAHAHA!” Risgash had Ciemnosc’s body with his feet dragging on the floor as he raised it up, his right hand ruthlessly holding his hair while his left hand grabbed Ciemnosc’s chin and turned his face back, and Risgash’s head immediately jolted backwards.

Not knowing why he was so suddenly in fear, Risgash shook Ciemnosc’s chin and made his face wobble about, making him look crazy, which caused Risgash to laugh out nervously after getting rid of that fear - but that fear and natural apprehensiveness was still there.

Shing~.

“Eh?” Shocked and left baffled as Ciemnosc took a Mortal sword and held it in his left hand, Risgash wasn’t even noticing a thing when he ‘felt’ a sudden ‘ethereal’ intrusion from a watery but non-physical living being that squirmed into his abdomen… right where his dantian region was!

But before he could either step back or crazily lunge over to grab the Mortal sword’s handle even if he had to grab Ciemnosc’s hand and rip it off his body with his eyes glowing so greedily, Risgash instead began screaming as if every fiber of his skin, hair, organs, and bones were being bathed in the most perilous, cruel of tortures in all that exists; as well as having his Linked Dantian and Psychogenic experiencing even worse than that; even worse than hell itself!!

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWUUWUWUGHHGHAAAAGAWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

“...” Ciemnosc was now trembling really awfully. His whole body emanated a terrifying dark Power Energy, his both hands grabbing the sword’s handle as he soaked it with his cool blood, he held it down at Risgash’s left instep, before suddenly swinging it upwards to open Risgash’s whole torso from the bottom left corner to the top right!

Crrreeesshhhhkk, step step… thump! … … …

After having his body opened with such a large gnash, but that was actually not deep, the aftertaste of the torture was still all over Risgash’s mind and body, but the real pain and the fact that the whip returned to hide with its beginning moving from Ciemnosc’s left hand to his back at the middle of his spine; retracting itself from Risgash’s body and going into hiding again.

‘Claws Out.’ Oh, but Ciemnosc wasn’t ending there. He even made a large superficial gnash on Risgash’s body just for the following moments. He was of course not going to end it even if it meant risking the latter escaping or retaliating.

“No, no Ciemnosc please wait wah- no uh, wait!” But Risgash, when seeing that sword in Ciemnosc’s hand as he came closer, began begging without any qualms for his status and even less for his cultivation base, his nose and ears trickling with darkish red blood. But then, Ciemnosc threw the sword, and Risgash felt stupidly lucky!

“Hahahaha, you eve- you even threw it away, haha! Stupid! I’m going to ki-” Risgash was glad now. And after going through such impossible-to-exist hellish torment, he was of course overly glad of life and even felt hungry. But Ciemnosc was even hungrier.

Suddenly, Ciemnosc threw himself at Risgash, the top of his head against his chest, and the large gnash on the latter’s body opened furthermore. Then, before Risgash could even gain clarity, with the torture from before and the realization of the wound on his body, he could only blabber a few words before Ciemnosc began feasting.

“Wait- you- how are you at the Phrenic realm’s… 10th stag-shshllwowwbbwbwwabwwblwbw!!!” Just as Risgash was speaking, he felt Ciemnosc’s cool hands grab him from the sides before Ciemnosc’s thumbs entered his own mouth and with something he could even see but felt was eating away the warmth from his body and whatever else he could throw at them or they could get for themselves from Ciemnosc’s fingertips.

Those thumbs put all around his mouth Ciemnosc’s dark Power Energy, cleaning all of his disgusting salivae and even filth for that matter, before tearing apart the corner of his mouth as the dark Power Energy began to spread with more and more of it spreading in and around Risgash’s body. Which should’ve been impossible for a Phrenic realm cultivator, but was able to!

Then, to his utter terror, and before he was even able to process the feeling of his mouth feeling clean yet without saliva… His tongue was suddenly bitten by Ciemnosc’s darkish teeth!!

As Risgash looked on with terror his tongue being ripped out from its base as Ciemnosc bit on it and pulled it out, before the tongue finally ripped itself almost fully out of Risgash’s body and began dangling, somewhat shaking and dancing hanging from Ciemnosc’s mouth and chin as he began intrinsically munching and munching on it.

And the feast began, as Ciemnosc munched on the tongue until nothing else was left, his darkest eyes showing a terrifyingness Risgash couldn’t have ever thought existed; or nobody in all that exists and there is for that matter. His hands began to desperately, furiously, and coldly, even indifferently tear the flesh all around Risgash’s torso apart, along with his shoulders, arms, and neck.

But then, the next meal was… Risgash’s head, as Ciemnosc began with his hands simply cracking the skull for a bit before going for the bite, and the whole skull cracked apart, leaving its broken parts distending here and there while some fell to the ground only to be cleaned up by Ciemnosc’s dark Power Energy.

Through all this time, Risgash was watching, petrified, at Ciemnosc’s eyes. Risgash was somehow unable to even roll his eyes, let alone utter a word or move a bit. Only when Ciemnosc’s eyes were away from Risgash’s sight was Risgash able to sober up a little bit. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYAAAAAAAHAJKAWAAAAAAAHHHHGGHHHH~!!!!”

And Ciemnosc found out, right now while realizing that this was the first time he ate a Conflagrate realm cultivator's flesh, that the cultivators of much much higher realms... are really delicious and nutritious!

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