After killing the demon hunters — those rabid dogs — the church was left defenceless. His eyes flashed in a cold light as he walked down the streets, the humans around him thrown in an uproar. A smile broke on his lips watching them run helter-skelter.
“Lisa, what do you consider the greatest threat to the church?” he asked, the massive cathedral appearing before his vision, growing larger the nearer he approached. His right hand held a sword and the left was dug into his pocket, “Is it the believers or their prosecutors?”
“Their believers hold the basic foundation of a church. The prosecution is merely a tool to rip it apart, the system that holds the church together. I — when working on my toys — had always sat to think of how the church could come collapsing upon itself…”
Lisa followed Mylos walking in a calm gait with her tails withdrawn into her body. Her eyes, like a collection of colourful stars, shone as she watched the place descend into chaos. They reached the building in moments, and found a few humans stationed as guards.
“In face of a testing flame, their true forms would be revealed.” Mylos stopped, sweeping a calm gaze across the area whilst the men on guard opened fire upon him. His gaze settled on the gates of the cathedral and he reached his hands towards them, “What form would they reveal?”
The gates exploded into numerous metallic parts that were sent flying into the air. Mylos stood in silence, his smile growing into a toothed grin as he shifted his gaze back to the ‘guards’. He snapped a finger, and there was a blur, in the next instant heads rolled down the ground.
Lisa followed Mylos in waltzing in through the destroyed gates, approaching the church. As their guards — wasting humans with their pathetic disabilities that left them unable to battle with demons — stationed to guard against humans, were blown up with their weak weapons.
Screams shattered the silence of the night as the guards tried to escape, what was left of them. A laugh rang out from behind Mylos watching them crawl, run, trample over one another in escaping a fate that would haunt them for all eternity.
“Have you ever wondered, Mylos. Why is it demons take pleasure in the opposites of the human values?” she waved her hand, and a collection of tails shot out of her back, slapping into a guard that struggled to crawl away, and crushing him to death, “Why do we tolerate ‘evil.”
“Human values exist for human men.” Mylos answered simply, crouching to place a hand on their grounds, a purple energy shooting out of his hands and burrowing into the earth. He grinned, “There is a error in your statement, Lisa. Not every demon takes pleasure in committing atrocities.”
Mylos closed his eyes, “For some, it is nothing but another daily occurrence in their lives. For the littler few in comparison to the vast majority, committing evil — whether they enjoy it or not — is a necessity.” As his words fell, the ground cracked up around him, then exploded!
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Standing before the crowd was their priest, his hands stretched forth and eyes gleaming a bright light. He was dressed in golden robes, flowing in the wind, and his hair was grey. His face was vibrant and full of life, and he bubbled with energy chanting praises and worship.
The crowd of people gathered before him, their numbers reaching into the hundreds. In the huge auditorium, their voices threatened to bring down the walls. As they prayed and sang, heads bowed in fervent prayer, everyone felt like they could not be threatened by anything!
The news that this would be attacked by a demon horde — just like the thousand others before it — would only be consumed by the glorious light of his lord supreme! “Death to the demons!” the crowd chanted, “Praise heaven!”, they chorused!
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The priest smiled, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. He wiped the sweat while everyone remained fervent in prayer, wondering why he was sweating in the freezing night. He assured all that it would be okay, but he felt something amiss, turning to a candlelight.
The watched as the candle hung on that wall suddenly shook then fell to the ground in the next instant, a frown forming on his face as he wondered what could have caused it. Then he noticed the crack in the wall, and his eyes narrowed, “But this church underwent remodelling a few weeks ago.”
A sense of foreboding filled the air as chunks of the wall began to rain down on the people, from a small piece to the size of a fist. The prayers drew to a close as people felt the rocks rain on them, as their eyes shifted from the priest to the walls, all faces turned pale.
“Do not fear!” the priest announced! His thoughts wandered to a stash of money — one he had stowed away for future use — and his gaze burned with determination! If he turned his tail now, to where would he run and enjoy his riches? “We need to stand strong!”
The cracks stilled for moments and sighs filled the halls. Suddenly, the cracks thickened, cracking up the walls and reaching a connecting point at the centre of the ceiling. In realisation, they collapsed into chaos, and the congregation scattered — but it was too late.
The priest tried to assure them, but the screams drowned his voice. They ran, and only a few had the privilege to look in horror as a rock, the size of a full grown human, fell from the ceiling, falling to the ground and crushing the priest that stood beneath it.
After that, the walls came crashing down upon itself. They scrambled for the doors and windows, trampling others to death and praying fervently. With their eyes gleaming in a cold light, they tried to fight through and survive! No one wanted to be taken from, but—
They should not be allowed to take either.
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Mylos watched from afar, smiling as the building collapsed upon everyone. Their screams rang in the night, and their fear and chaotic feelings invigorated him! He watched with Lisa standing behind him, a cold light in his eyes as he watched the silence of death and disaster prevail.
“Are you not afraid of the heroes?” Lisa questioned, turning to stare at the side of Mylos’ face. He did not look ever so slightly disturbed and she shifted in discomfort. He had just killed scores of men and women, whether innocent or not, in mere moments, “Why so provocative?”
“Lisa, once all the believers are destroyed from the face of this earth — do you think the religion will die?” Mylos replied her questions with a question of his own, lowering his gaze to his right hand, a cold smile forming on his lips, “The believers are the foundation of the church, aren’t they?”
Lisa scowled, her gaze turning colder.
“Anytime I push the limit, I edge closer and closer to death. I do not fear death, but I fear living a worthless life. A life chained, condemned, and degraded.” Mylos’s smile turned into a vile smirk, “The abilities I suddenly awakened, they have begun to shape how I will approach my enemies.”
“Abilities?” Lisa watched Mylos as he staggered to the rubble of the ruin cathedral, stretching out his hand, and her eyes widened. She watched as a purple aura erupted from within him to consume all of the area, pulsating with a foreign energy, “Mylos! What are you plan—”
“Out of the hundreds here, there are a few who in the last seconds of disaster, realised a truth. In the flames of reality, their forms were tested and a beautiful lustre was birthed. Is it hatred…” Mylos’s smirk grew as the pieces of rocks and debris began to float, “or disgust?”
Bodies, crushed beneath the collapsed buildings, began to rise. In their last moments, wishing to receive a saviour, all they earned was death. After giving their lives — the lives of others even — not a single soul arrived to rescue them. They wanted answers, “Were they not worth saving?”
“I imagine you humans killing demons, there is not a hint of mercy in your blade.” Mylos laughed as the bodies began to rise, their eyes gleaming in purple lights, “You kill the mother and the children and feel not a shred of remorse. You kill scores and hope for fulfilment from the heavens.”
Lisa turned to Mylos. She wanted to say something, opening her mouth to speak, but she closed it again after finding nothing she could say. She lowered her gaze, her eyes burning in a strange fire as Mylos addressed the rising humans — the rising souls of those tested with the flame of death.
“You have taken so much, and hoped to receive. You fatten yourselves with the lives of the many you have buried with your own hands.” Mylos laughed, his voice crystal clear and his tone as cold as ice, “Now, here we are. You are dead. You lives collected from you to fatten a demon.”
All the dead stood before him, their heads bowed. The living revealed as the burbles were lifted from their bodies, glared at Mylos with their eyes burning in a fierce light. Hundreds of people who stood in the church, stood before him, and he addressed them with a smile, “How does it feel?”