The Devilish Trickster

"Yatch, stop joking around. We're in deep sh*t!" one of the other thieves yelled at Yatch to get serious.

"Yes, yes, I got it. Our lives are at stake here, yadi-yada." Yatch paid no attention to what his fellow thief had to say and approached one of the soldiers, holding his hands out on either side, showing them that he was unarmed.

"What the h*ll are you doing!?" Mesh tried to stop Yatch but the thief slapped his hand away and gave him a cold glare which made his blood freeze.

"Sorry, but I don't like being touch." Yatch continued over to the nearest guard who lifted his spear and pointed it at the thief.

"Stop right there!" he ordered the strange thief.

"Why? I'm unarmed and walking towards you. Isn't it pretty clear that I'm surrendering?" Yatch told the guard.

"Yatch, you filthy traitor!" the other thieves behind him shouted.

"Hey, I'm not dumb. I don't take fights I know I can't win. Instead, shouldn't you be blaming the one that led them here?" Yatch turned his head to Mesh, the one who was responsible for leading the guards here.

"..."

"So, I think I made myself clear," Yatch looked back at the guards and held his hands up, showing them that he was clearly unarmed and was trying to surrender peacefully.

The guard in front of him glanced at his superior, confused about this situation. Since when was there someone so willing to comply with arrest. He looked to his captain for orders and he nodded his head, gesturing for the guard to proceed with the arrest. "Alright, come here, you!" The guard lowered his weapon and approached Yatch. A mistake.

The thief never intended to surrender in the first place. Before anyone had the chance to even react, the guard found a knife in his throat. "Too easy. Way too easy." The soldier grabbed Yatch's wrist and tried to pull the knife out but his strength rapidly faded away and his eyes rolled to the top of his head. His body went limp and his body fell to the floor, the knife slipping out from his neck and spraying blood everywhere.

"You sc*m!" the other knights all drew attacked Yatch but he gracefully dodged all the attacks. He took another knife from underneath his sleeve and sliced one of the guard's hands right off.

"Aaaah!" The guard dropped his weapon and screamed in agony. Luckily, he didn't suffer for too long as another knife suddenly plunged into his throat like with the first guard, and he doubled over to the floor.

"That's two," Yatch happily counted.

"Die!" The guards continued to attack the thief after seeing what happened to their comrades, but once again, Yatch was too nimble for them. He danced around the guards, cutting them down one after another until it was just the captain left.

"You bast*rd!" The captain swung his sword at Yatch, who dodged the attack. The sword got wedged into the wooden wall and the captain tried to pull it out but couldn't. Yatch took this chance to attack the captain, aiming at his neck. The captain tilted his head and the knife just barely grazed his neck, leaving a small cut for blood to trickle out of. The captain ditched his sword and pulled out a dagger from his belt. It was times like this that having a spare weapon came in handy.

The two then fought for a bit, parrying each other's attacks until the captain made a slight slip and made too wide of an attack and lunged forward with his dagger. Yatch wasted no time and slit the captain's throat and he also fell to the floor, joining the other guards in his squad.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Yatch turned back to the rest of the thieves in the room with a wicked smile on his face. His clothes were soaked with blood and it was also all over his face.

"Y-you... You're crazy..." Even the other thieves who were all used to killing and seeing blood were taken aback by Yatch. Unlike them, Yatch didn't kill to protect himself or to gain something. He killed for fun. It was like a sport to him.

"Why, thank you," Yatch thanked Mesh for calling him crazy, taking it as a compliment instead of an insult.

"..."

Everyone in the room other than Yatch himself was speechless. Yatch took a moment to walk around the bodies, taking a quick look at them to see if there was anything worth taking. The entire floor was covered in blood along with the bodies so it was hard to spot valuables.

"Ah, whatever. I guess our priority should be escaping this place..." he mumbled. Without a doubt, there were going to be more guards coming in a couple of minutes. They needed to leave before the main team came in. This was likely just the vanguard to scout if there were any people in here. He spun around and looked back at his fellow thieves and saw that they were already on the move. They were all working on packing up their things (which wasn't much to begin with) and were getting ready to get the h*ll out of the place.

Yatch went over to his bag which was hidden under a plank underneath the floor and took it out. It contained all his weapons, tools, and money. All in all, it wasn't much either, but it was something. He slung the bag over his shoulder and the group all headed down into the basement where their emergency escape was.

Before running down the stairs, Yatch took one last look at the pile of bodies he created and smiled. "Hope you like my little gift..." This should teach the guards not to mess with them. For every person they sent, he will make sure to send back a body.

"Yatch, what are you doing!? We need to go now!"

"Got it!" Yatch smiled and closed the trap door as he was the last one to enter. The guards after them were going to have a nice little surprise when they find those bodies, and an even bigger one once they open the trapdoor and try to follow them. The entire place was booby-trapped with explosives, poison, and other lethal fun. And as much as he wanted to stay behind and watch the guards struggle, he, unfortunately, had to follow his fellow thieves down the stairs. He couldn't disobey their leader's orders.

Yatch ran down the stairs and caught up with the group, They were all standing at the emergency exit and waiting for another of the thieves that they sent to alert their boss about what happened. A few moments later, five more men rush into the hallway which one of them being their leader.

"Mesh, I heard you're the one that let them find us," the boss said while glaring dangerously at Mesh.

"I'm s-sorry," Mesh stuttered. Mesh didn't fear anyone no matter their size nor appearance, but this was an exception when it came to the boss. Although he didn't look very intimidating, he was far more dangerous and bloodthirsty than any of them. Even Yatch couldn't compare to him and he was the person that he looked up to.

"Don't sweat it, boss. I painted the walls with their blood," Yatch told him casually. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. None of them dared speak to the boss in such a manner, and Yatch was the only one with the guts to do so. But even so, in a time like this? It was definitely a bad idea as the boss wasn't exactly happy about their hideout being discovered.

The man titled the 'boss' glared murderously at Yatch, who shivered at the sight. But instead of feeling fear, he felt excitement. Adrenaline rushed throughout his body and he smiled. This was the feeling that he wanted to feel. No one but the boss could make him feel this way, and this was the reason why he followed him.

The other thieves made disgusted faces when they saw Yatch shaking in pleasure but didn't dare say anything.

"Whatever..." the boss mumbled after a minute. His head spun back to Mesh who quickly bowed again and began begging for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, boss! It won't happen again."

"You're lucky I still need you around, else your head would be rolling on the floor right now."

"Thank you!" Thank you!"

"But this doesn't mean that you will go unpunished." Mesh shivered when he heard that but he didn't say anything. This was already better than dying.

"Yes, I understand."

"Okay, let's go. Yatch, you lead the way."

"On it!" Yatch happily moved to the front of the group and opened the door. He walked through, not bothering to look behind him to see if the rest were following. The other thieves looked at each other and shook their heads. Though reluctant, one by one, the thieves followed after Yatch. The boss was the last one in the line and he strode through the door and closed it behind him.

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