Chapter 8

Ca'en thought he would only see some petty crime being committed like someone stealing or doing somekind of illegal trade but not what was infront of his eyes.

It was appalling what his eyes were seeing.

He knew this kinds of things existed in his life before but he never really thought about it, it's not something that a normal person thinks about unless you or someone close to you personally experienced such a think.

Rape may be a good tag to jerk off to when it's staged like on Xv×××× but not so much when it's not and not to something as messed up as grown man pushing his thing down a boys throat.

'Sigh... How could I be so naive? This is like the era of the nobles of old where human life was treated as a common coin. You do as you please but still...' Ca'ens eyes slowly frosted over as the black of the eyes swallowed the the white whole, with wings slowly but surely growing from between his shoulder blades like a sword drawn from it's sheath.

Feathers made of pure black energy seemed to fall out of nowhere like a blossoming of flowers as his grew blacker with every step he took causing flames to lick and scorch the ground.

The Black Night Sword appeared in his hand as if it were bathing in darkness.

[ Rage Mode Activated. All Stats Increase By 10%. All Attacks Will Automatically Have Dark Energy Added. State Consumes 2000E/s. Intelligence Temporarily Decreased By 300 Until Rage Mode Deactivates]

That's right! Ca'en was raging causing all of this changes to involuntarily happen.

He may not have known the kid but he understood what it was to be weak and what it was to be taken advantage off and that kid clearly was experiencing both just looking from his clothing.

This was anger a human would naturally feel at another humans tragedy unless your morals are degraded.

Black Night Sword cut off the perverts head before Ca'en himself even thought to do so.

It was a neat cut with no blood squirts as the added effect of the Dark Energy coated the cuts and slowly ate away.

'It's a High demon! How? When? Wait, why is a demon inside the barrier? We should be able to stall until the church gets here, yes he's inside the barrier so he should be weakened. I'll jus have to-' The magic swordsman was busy having his internal discussion before it all went dark.

Even he, a Magic Swordsman known for their inhuman speed and reflexes had no idea when his head was cut off.

Ca'en was just a to speak with the awestruck and fearful boy when an untangible chain extended from his heart to the corpses, it drilled in their bodies and exited to somewhere.

The chains changed in to the wailing souls of his victims as he saw all the sinful deeds they had ever committed play out like a movie and branding their souls to be eternally tortured on the chains.

"You basdarts!" Ca'en almost vomited when he saw all their ill deeds. "It goes deeper? Even the henchmen are this wicked? I will cleanse you all!" The chain was actually leading him to their master and Ca'en was all to happy to follow, not realising that he got an almost ecstatic and perverted high every time he cut the head of a sinner.

Inside The Restaurant

'This little toy is more perceptive than I thought' the handsome young man thought as he sat elegantly with a nobles etiquette and a kind smile that caused all the ladies to be infatuated with images of starting a family with him.

'No worries though, my servants will bring him back and oh the fun I'm going to have with his delicate skin... The screams of pain as I break his mind.... Uh! Why are they taking so long?!' They would have shivered if they knew this kind looking man just had an orgasm from imagining how he would torture a child.

The restaurant fell into an abrupt silence as a feeling of oppression suffocated the atmosphere while he was still indulging in his perverted thoughts.

"I've been looking for you" a soft yet excited voice spoke. There was nothing malicious in the sentence and even the tone with which it was spoken was like an old friend but it still made people feel ill and cold for the thing that spoke was the thing of nightmares.

A devil.

Those who dance in the suffering of others, the ones your parents told you would get you if you are a bad child but no one ever believes to exist was standing right in front of them and the devil spoke a sentence that kept everyone from even thoughts of screaming with the weak hearted even covering their mouths,

"I will kill all of you before you can even make a sound so shut up. I am not here for you." The devil spoke such dark words with such an upbeat tone that grown man started peeing and the ladies just straight up fainted. The devils voice had a naturally paralysing effect like a tigers roar.

The kind looking man slowly turned like a gear and froze in place, than fell off the chair and frantically crawled away.

His kind facade had disappeared with his wrapped in an ugly fashion.

He knew.

Devils and Demons in stories were always said to be malevolent entities and the church always preached they would come for sinners.

All his life since young, he never thought any of his activities were wrong after all everyone sinned and only the weak with too much time on their hands would go around acting righteous. That was what he was taught and that was his belief but now looking at this agent of darkness, something deep in his being was feeling terror, he knew his was a wretched life with roses adorning it.

"I see, you know why I have come for you, good" a chain only the young man could see slowly coiled around his heart, squeezing it.

He wanted to shout for his servants to help but a dreadful despair swallowed him as he saw their wailing souls cry for help inside the chains slowly dragging his soul to suffer with them.

'No! You can't do this! I am Aswel! I am your master! Don't touch me! No! Nooooo-' his body became a lifeless husk with the terror still edged on it as though he was scared to death.

The chain had a new resident.

"Uh, you are that boys brother eh? There shall be a cleansing tonight!" Ca'en turned and walked without even sparing anyone a glance.

He saw the memories of the young man and was surprised to see it was someone he knew and this only added to his thirst for blood.

He was going on his own personal crusade on this beautiful moonlit night, he was going to do 'God's Work as God's servant' the modes operandi of certain religious and 'God Fearing' folk going around massacring people.