This All Might Be Hell

Preferential Light Justice Sect's encampment close to the Little Lake. Late at night.

There were lights all around the encampment, though it wasn't that crowded for the large amount that it can hold all at once. Yet there were still quite a few beauties all over the place that were taking care of simply the camp and spending time with leisure as they didn't have to worry about going to catch some fellow while already being in the too many tens and tens of thousands.

Within every organization in the world, not just a sect, cult, pavilion; etc; there are people that even despite the clear atrociousness of their organization, are still true to themselves and pure in a way. As there was no action for the last few days, and things seemed pretty chill after the disastrous last battle, the— mostly —girls of the encampment were just enjoying their little time of peace before any incoming battle could approach and disrupt their peace.

Though lately, according to the news and rumors that were carried from around the sect’s territory to here by the new recruits and additions to the encamped army, a never before seen cooperation of the 4 major organizations before any war could erupt and before any foreign invasion occurred; the 4 major organizations could possibly join each other and elaborate an intensive plan just for the sake of completely ruling altogether over the whole Region!

It wasn’t a new thought nor a brand new sensation for the 4 major organizations to join up, for sure. But it was when it came towards before any war or conflict could erupt. The battles at the Little Lake might be disastrous to the Preferential Light Justice since their sect had been planning to take over it for the past months. But it was just more little battles in-between warring periods for the rest of the major organizations.

Before, there might at best be their upper echelons having a possible alliance for the same reason and purpose as today with one other major organization. But in the end, they would all turn up to be simple machinations and schemes for one of them to become the beneficiary step of the other. Sometimes it was one of them being used and then discarded and left to suffer. Others were of one of them being betrayed by the last few minutes.

Some other times it was even both major organizations destroying, wasting, and making ill use of the word ‘trust’ and ‘alliance’, already having changed its meaning and use for the many times it has been… manipulated and broken in a way; kinda like those mortals’ politics or whatever it is called.

And well, whenever such a thing occurred, the 2 major organizations would keep it secret and away from the public’s ears. Though now, it wasn’t just 2 but all 4 of the major organizations, and there was even the movement of letting it all known to everyone even outside those major organizations, let alone keeping it known only between the upper echelons and higher ups’ disciples and so on.

Now that there was such a huge thing ongoing and that there would be a little pause to the never-ending wars all around this world and mostly this Region; there were many who are just content with not being expected to die despite their ‘high’ cultivation base. Naturally, the Preferential Light Justice Sect’s encampment was just like that. And while there weren’t any major changes, the atmosphere all around it was really warm.

“Waaah, did you hear? A boy gave Lucia a Crystal Chicken roasted with all preparations made by him and all!” - “... Mn, elder Fuka has given me this ring. It can help me a little when sneaking out in an ambush or assassination. It works very well! The other day…” - “Jonah has a huge dick, the other time when we were fighting…” - “Woah, if I knew earlier that my cousin had such a fat passy, seriously what’s wrong with me being too late, sigh…”

There were people from all around the encampment going about with their own stuff. And even if they were cultivators, they were all living beings that had the ancient art of looking for anything to do to rest or to spend time with.

“... I understand, give me the reports when they are done and have come back, not any other time. Understood?” From the main tent, the one and only boss of the encampment. She was talking to a certain high ranked core disciple of the sect, with a tired but completely beautiful face of hers as she turned around and entered her tent without waiting for the core disciple to respond to her words and command.

Step, step- rustle rustle~ thuddd.

Lena had just entered her camp and began undressing, but with her Covert Space bag still at her waist without letting go of it, a thing that might have saved her quite a few dozen times in all of her life. She undressed until only pink-white undergarments were left on her deliciously fit and not so abundant body, her pale blue hair dancing a bit, caressing her clean white skin as she moved her shoulders tantalizingly but all too naturally.

Her height was already 1.82 meters tall before, but she seemed to grow a couple centimeters more. She was really becoming a beauty that not even gods and goddesses could stop if she wanted to capture their hearts with a bit of a look and a raise of any of her eyebrows.

Step. Swish, step- tap, ting~... ka-clank.

Lena suddenly heard someone step behind her, and with the initial scanning glance she gave her whole tent as she just entered it, there was definitely no one or at least no one was supposed to be there. When she turned around, she was already jumping a couple of meters backwards while her long needle blade was drawn out of her Covert Space bag, and her feet danced on the icy floor of her encampment.

But as soon as she took a stance of battle, seeing her assassin, her eyebrows dropped and the wrinkles all over her forehead, which were beautiful themselves became all too relaxed as they disappeared and showed her smooth, smoochable forehead instead.

“Ciemnosc?” With a bit of a high but deep-low volume, Lena asked entirely without a care for her safety with her long needle blade even dropping on her tent’s icy flooring. But then, Ciemnosc who was indeed just inside her tent moved out of his current position yet he seemed to barely move as he just stepped once forwards and he already looked to be flying forth.

Whoooos- grab~- clalalank crash, clink! Clank clank! Bump…

It was a simple maneuver for Ciemnosc, as he was at the 2nd stage of the Spirit Gathering realm and could face off the ‘weakest’ of the Obsidiafying realm cultivators in this world and in any other, so for him to kill someone who was just capable enough of giving it a try to breakthrough into the Conflagrate realm at any moment but was still solidifying their cultivation base; it was more easily done than said.

However, as he raised his right hand and prepared to take a sword from his Covert Space bags, Lena raised her thin-like but so powerful clean white skin arms to embrace him to embrace his neck. When already becoming somewhat out of it by this one movement, seeing Lena’s face and her current expression, she seemed as if she wouldn’t even mind dying for him right now. But it was also a face that showed clear resolution at the same time.

In short, Ciemnosc was so confused that he ended up simulating a lovers’ scene of about to go at it with each other’s body in all passionate fashions and without needing to say beta things or ask anything, simply go at it. The only difference was that Ciemnosc was doing it to kill, and Lena wasn’t doing anything in order to keep herself alive.

Staying with their fronts against each other for a good while, from the moment their bodies met with her even slightly jumping up at him despite being slightly taller than him but taller nonetheless, many things flew and fell before breaking or simply making a loud noise.

It was indeed a loud noise, but because it was common these last few days, none of the ‘guards’ outside entered to make sure she was fine lest they be punished and have to respond to their boss’s momentary wrath that only a few save themselves from it in case the boss sobers up and calms down; which was still not easy for it to happen.

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In any case, Ciemnosc was able to end up bumping into her and her back against a small study desk that was practically for a child perhaps but that looked in his eyes to be more than good enough for her to use; and that it perhaps had a sentimental value for her?

But as soon as they bumped into it, Ciemnosc felt his neck slowly being left alone, her arms letting go of his neck and her back beginning to lie on the table of the study seemingly being comfortable there. She didn’t look at Ciemnosc, her eyes were low, and she tilted her head to the right and lowered it a bit. Their lower bodies were still against each other though. But Ciemnosc’s nose was breathing with tranquility, and he could even just see the strange and overly complicated ‘everything’ going through her eyes. Through her troubled and anxious eyes.

His right hand was slightly lifted and slowly lowered itself down. But Lena seemed to only then realize her current situation, her hands directly flashing over to grab at his right wrist, keeping it high up, and her head rose slightly from its lying position. Her eyes were watery but also decisive even as endless fear accompanied them. “No! You… don’t know how it feels to decide. Decide between my sect and…”

Lena gave Ciemnosc a much more clear glaze with her eyes, and Ciemnosc immediately felt empty inside, his eyes losing all kinds of life, becoming lifeless, and his darkest eyes turning serene. She continued, “But it- I… at least I can decide how to die?”

She said, but her eyes began to show a bit of madness, leaving Ciemnosc speechless from the sight. He had seen his victims beg for death, beg for release or to be pardoned for whatever shit they have done; some confessed, and some expected Ciemnosc to be the devil and to know all their wrongs and evil.

He just had never seen someone so decisive, so brave, so willing while still feeling too unwilling; and even less for… him?!

“...” Lena had opened her mouth a couple of times as Ciemnosc lifted his left hand to her understanding. But instead of using it to choke her or to harm her, he slowly began to caress her right cheek with his thumb caressing her nose from its philtrum to where her glabella was, up and down several times and slowly. But, in the first place, just when he was going to touch her for the first time, a couple of huge droplets had already come down her right lacrimal.

…phhshk…

But she had closed her mouth twice in return before Ciemnosc had managed to begin caressing her. She had closed her eyes to enjoy his cool, fresh skin and hand, his fingers on her skin and even rubbing slightly against her eyelash. Before slowly opening, and seeing his darkest eyes move from her neck to her heart, her left hand still holding onto his wrist let go of it… before moving over to his nape.

And just like a lover who would grab at his body to not let him step back in the midst of it, that seemed to tell Ciemnosc that it was all alright. And little by little as Ciemnosc seemed to endlessly mature, his eyes looked at her left chest for a long while before changing to lock their gaze towards her eyes already lovingly looking back at him - no longer afraid nor embarrassed of not being looked at in the same way.

Ciemnosc pierced her heart at the next second, his right hand passing through her chest and her mouth opened a little up more. And Ciemnosc, in a sense of no longer thinking like a child anymore, lowered his head and granted her a deadly kiss to accompany her in her own death.

Step, step-... … … step step step step, thud!

From behind him, as Ciemnosc was lifting his bent body, and his eyes were unfocused as if staring at a light but all down looking instead at her tummy. A person seemed to have entered, her steps normal as she walked in and followed the trail of messiness. She made it all the way to the ‘deathbed’ of Lena, whose closed eyes couldn’t be any more calm instead of having the strange, increasing madness of the last few days.

And Ciemnosc just stood there, like a doofus, while Yeri’s flurry of steps sounded out before launching herself to Lena’s corpse and… beginning to carry her while holding her so dearly. Ciemnosc stood there, but he now looked down at his right hand while stepping backwards- He then looked at his left hand before looking at all of himself with his Spirit Sense; he was indeed not experienced in the life… that a cultivator would/could and /will embark on other than in risking their lives by barely starting to cultivate.

Step, step-.

“Can you do it to me… as well, too?” Amidst her silent, heart-tearing sobbing, Yeri’s bright blonde hair shook while resting her whole face on Lena’s neck and collarbone, the right side of her head and hair somewhat dyed red.

… step step- phhshk!

Without hesitating or saying anything in return, Ciemnosc wore an expressionless face before plunging his left hand into her back, directly finding her heart, penetrating it, and… and then just like with Lena, he retracted his hand instead of opening wide his hand and making her heart explode; practically.

When he took out his left hand, he could see her head no longer looking for a good spot to nest on her body, as she had found it right on Lena’s right side of her neck. Ciemnosc could only see her face with his Spirit Sense, and all he could say was that he could now begin understanding more. But, sadly, that was it.

After looking at his hands, bloodied and with the ‘scent’ of hearts on them, he remembered how they felt like paper when put up against him… so fragile.

Step… step step step step.

Starting to walk away, he noticed a tray that was not there before when he entered, he was now looking at it with his own eyes and noticed what his Spirit Sense failed to notice when he saw it happen with it. His eyes were really incredible, and all along they are capable of even what his Spirit Sense alone isn’t, or what the ‘ordinary’ and ‘common’ Spirit Sense is capable of.

Besides his senses being capable of reading more than just what they are supposed to and enhanced, his Spirit Sense couldn’t get to contemplate what was behind every single little thing. So, as a test on the spur of the moment, Ciemnosc simply focused himself on doing just the same, and like a door being opened, he suddenly saw it all.

‘Oof…’ Ciemnosc directly felt it, the kind of demeanor that the tray filled with food sprayed with medicine that simply puts one in a better mood by getting their body to be nurtured with a nice flavor and a few pastries here and there along with some meat and beverages that had liquor. The way that she had run from holding the tray to letting it fall without even beating a heart and then rushed towards Lena who anyone else might as well have thought he was raping her corpse instead.

However, it was very tiring to just visualize everything in an instant. That was the work of a Spirit Sense and even more so of his Spirit Sense that Ciemnosc didn’t expect to be affected by all these emotions, thoughts, happenings, and meanings behind every single little abject within the tent and not just from the living people. He could even ‘feel’ the icy floor so to speak for that matter alone, let alone the ornaments and furniture around.

‘It’s too much, I really can’t take it.’ Ciemnosc thought as he stepped out of the tent. Everyone was now more at ease knowing their ambassador had safely made it into the boss’s tent that they didn’t bother watching and being too stern any further.

Not being on guard anymore, as they nor anyone could just use their Spirit Sense for more than a few minutes before being affected by its use, unlike the growing Ciemnosc, who was already a monster in all sorts of cultivation within the cultivation world. They didn’t notice a ‘young man’ wearing humble stylized black clothes made out of incredibly fine and high quality, along with a pair of hands that created such wonderful attire which made any who wore it mighty fine.

Let alone Ciemnosc, who wasn’t just the one such clothes were made for. But he himself was already a being so charming and handsome that he could put beauties to death with embarrassment. In any case, as Ciemnosc looked all around and even took a couple of steps in front of the guards, who finally noticed there was something strange going on - he thought to himself as his canines showed a black substance coming into being. ‘I’ll start training my Spirit Sense next, starting right now, hee~. Claws Out

“Hey you, who are you?! Stop right there!” - “He came from the boss’s tent. What could ha- Dammit, what have you done?!” A couple of guards that had already stood up pointed their lances at Ciemnosc, who was just half a meter in front of them and they were already about to ‘safely’ impale Ciemnosc’s lower torso with their lances.

Fwip, fwip- thud! Crrreeesshhhhkk phhshk phhshk.

They just never expected Ciemnosc to be so strong, he was just at the 2nd stage of the Spirit Gathering realm, quite a couple of stages below them. But they immediately felt their lances stop as if they had struck the most impossibly hardened material in the entire world when ‘gently poking’ at his sides. Thereafter their lances were grabbed, and Ciemnosc pulled; pulled hard at them so that he made their bodies fly a few tens of centimeters up and clash with their faces against each other.

And while they were ‘flying’ thanks to Ciemnosc’s unimaginable strength, their faces already becoming deformed with one having the other’s teeth eat their nose and philtrum away while the other felt teeth gnawing forcefully at her chin. The left and right sides of their bodies were being torn apart by what felt like really cold 2 cm long nails making a number of goriness on their poor bodies.

At the last moment, Ciemnosc simply pierced their heads, and he immediately felt a lot of emotions with his Spirit Sense. It was so much, and he was affected so badly by them that he had to smile out a large thin smile with his fangs obviously showing.

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