Kuro † Guildless † C-Rank
The girl watched as the two ice copies formed before closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh. This whole island meant that she had to confront some of the unpleasant memories from her past, but she did not let it get to her. At least not until now. There was certainly some unease, however.
Still, she decided to steel herself. Opening her eyes, her crimson gaze was more focused than ever as she silently nodded and slipped inside. Just as she described, there was a single entry hallway where people normally put away their clothes, changed their shoes, and so on whenever they moved to outside or the inside.
Now, most of the furniture was completely destroyed, pieces of fabric lying scattered around, parts of the walls, ceiling, and floor burned. The neko was honestly quite surprised that they didn’t burn the whole place down after the raid, but perhaps there was a reason that they didn’t. Only better for her, of course.
Making sure that V was right behind her, she walked through the hall and opened the second sliding door, revealing a big central room that spanned two whole floors. It might have almost looked like a dojo of sorts, only in a state of horrible disrepair. Much like she predicted from reading the magical signatures, there were three figures standing there.
Two priests similar to the ones they encountered outside and one man dressed in much fancier black robes with golden trim. His turn toward the duo was sharp, surprised. But the moment he saw them, his entire body froze, unlike the two priests who quickly got ready to attack. “H… halt…
” But he stopped them.
In an uncertain voice, he did. The two priests looked at him with clear surprise plastered across their faces, making him realize that there would be an issue if he didn’t do something. “The yōkai… I must speak to her.
” Taking that as their order, the two priests moved each to one side of V.
It seemed that he did have to deal with them after all. Kurome, on the other hand, was free to walk forward until she stood only a few mere meters away from the head of this entire operation. “You… lived here, right?
” Her answer was immediate and cold, staring the man down with contempt.
“So then… people survived! Are there any more?!
” It was almost as if his voice was filled hope, not a question about how many more lambs to slaughter there were. But the girl was not having, of course. “Even if there were any, I would never tell you. But no, I am the only one who survived your merciless onslaught.
Hearing her words, it was almost as if a heavy boulder landed on the man, his shoulders hanging low, as did his gaze. “I… see… Back when we tried to wipe you out… I thought you were all nothing more than evil beings. That is what I was told. But as we were burning you all alive… I realized… that was not the case at all.
“And yet you continued.
” There was little emotion to be heard from her voice, a strange and unnatural coldness surrounding her body and extending to the rest of the room slowly. “It was too late. We already killed! And if I suddenly went against the orders, no one would listen anyway! They would have killed me alongside you, I-
“I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR EXCUSES!
” The cat finally snapped. Her voice was loud, echoing through the ruined building. And in a blink of an eye, the reaper-like being appeared behind her once more. It didn’t even have its scythe this time, simply dashing forward and grabbing the priest by his head, slamming his head into the ground.
“I returned here… and what do I find? A priest that finally found some empathy? Some common sense? Too little, too late! People of this island were burned alive, slaughtered like animals. AND YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!
” As she spoke, the reaper let go of the priest's head and instead grabbed his hair.
Pulling him up, the summoned creature then slammed him down into the floor with all its might, causing several cracks in the wooden floor as well as a blood splatter from the quickly broken nose. “I will ensure that you suffer the same way we did and worse! Even your precious Deity that told you to kill us won’t be able to save you from me!
Again and again. The reaper took hold of the man’s head, raised it up and slammed it into the ground, into the stones, into the broken furniture. Again and again, as Kurome screamed at him in visceral rage, for several minutes straight. Until finally, she stopped. Breathing heavily, her body drenched in sweat, neck sore and voice weak.
The reaper lifted the man one more time, revealing that his face was… pretty much gone. A bashed in hole of gore, his blood splattered everywhere. And somehow… it was not even all that satisfying. Clenching both her teeth and her fists, the girl let her summon disappear, extending her hands toward the lifeless body as more of her magic gathered around it.
Making good on her promise of suffering, she forcefully ripped out the soul that was getting ready to leave for the afterlife, binding it to her magic. And the most unpleasant noise, akin to one’s sharp claws being dragged across a blackboard sounded out for several seconds, the soul shivering and shaking as it was subjected to an unimaginable pain even after its mortal flesh perished.
And in the end, she overloaded it with power, letting it shatter, explode in several pieces that faded away into nothingness. She did not let him enjoy an afterlife, as she delivered him a final death, an eternal oblivion of non-existence. Falling to her knees after all that, she needed a moment to calm her heavy breathing and the weakness that filled her body.