Chapter 2: A Grim Change (V)

"You fuuck-ker, you think can scare me?" Kivdre yelled unimpressed while speech began to slur and began to garble.

At least, the toxins were doing their job.

Bringing the sword pointing directly behind, I readied my attack for one last blow.

Leaping up, I swung my sword as powerful as possible, slicing through Kivdre who cried out in pain.

Blind-sided by my short odyssey of vengeance, rage enveloped my sight as my temper flared. It flourished under the natural bouquet of rage and such I followed.

"Just die already!"

Why? Why does this have to happen to me?

The embers of the memories couldn't fade away until my retribution was fully complete. A great storm had come screeching and sweeping through. Snarling and wailing specter, the memories of my disgust towards Leone only fueled my anger more.

"You have no won left! Just die!" Kivdre yelled horrendously as the onslaught and torrent of fists continued on. His voice cracking and gargling halfway as if his attempt at suppression had gone awry.

"Shut up you fucker!" I yelled back, I wasn't let him torment me on. I knew that this had to end, either now or never. His capabilities and mental status were already flawed, making it a ripe moment to kill him. But the problem was killing itself.

"Why is killing bad?" I had once asked my grandma when 5. The moment was everlasting because of the contents of the moment, not the atmosphere itself.

"Killing is neither right nor wrong. Though in some sense it is wrong. In another's since it's a right. It's something everyone must do to call themselves strong." She had said while nodding intently whilst we surrounded the rustic fireplace.

The crackle of the wood and flames set the mood as we sat together on an Elysium knitted quilt. The flames danced fervently as such, I sighed with confusion.

Outside, the lacerating and whining winds howled in the bleak night sky as it perilously pounded the cottage that we lived in. Only the fireplace could radiate its heat to warm us all— even our hearts.

"Let me put it in some sense. Killing is right when killing criminals. Oftentimes people do it for honor, the glory and to purge the sins that one has committed. Killing is for the pride."

I nodded as I understood what that means.

"At other times, it's wrong. Some people kill them for fun. For the simple satisfaction is what they get, in return someone loses their life. People see it as evil though most people who think that way are pacifists of battle."

Yea..?

"If you make killing an 'evil', there still lays the challenge of the people who disagree— which can create a rift. Even if Sargon himself contains everyone, can he fully guarantee that every single person will obey. Organizations will continue to rise, rankers will continue to fall. But in the end, who rules this dimension without a single person to challenge him— Sargon. Would he really care about these in trivial matters?"

"But hes a good person!" I yelled at the mention of the admirable man who had ruled this dimension for centuries. His name perked a buoyant side of me, as he was quite commendable.

"Oh child… You have more to learn about how cruel this world is." My grandma said caringly but I could see under the layers of her kind face, that sorrow and guilt lay underneath her.

Wisdom only came from experience, and her face could only betray how serene she felt. But the world was only me and my grandma, even if she hid something from me— I wouldn't care until she left me.

I smiled adorably to brighten up the mood and replied.

"Ok Grandma!"

Her wrinkly face as her brows as aged with wisdom changed in a kind smile. She continued.

"In that way, things would only become more grisly than it already was if the idea of killing either became a paramount or a sin."

She ended her statement leaving the fire to continue to crackle and let the winds continue to pummel and snarl at the world.

Brandishing more swords, I cut through the air and aimed precariously. Never before had I felt so nervous as my spiraling thoughts aimed for his arm to end the simple battle— that didn't happen.

The lacerating and whining winds of the summer swept through as mana flooded through my mana channels and flooded to my fingertips. There also channeling upwards towards my sword as the air became eerily still

I could feel the moisture and the frost gather around my sword as it spiraled with a torrent of mana. As it gathered the aura compressed itself as the air scavenged for more moisture, revealing its maliciousness.

However, even I couldn't let my emotions get better.

Droplets of cold tears wept as I empowered the idea to kill. The notion of killing wasn't such a bad idea. I had to do it. I simply had to. My grandma once said that you couldn't quite move on unless you tasted the burden of blood on your hands. I didn't quite understand what that means. But now I did.

I had to do it. My cold hands gripped my blade even harder as I needed to. The cold metal rim felt warm despite the frost effect on my sword currently activated.

The souls of the deceased only gathered forward and guided me forward.

The hands of the deceased pushed me forward as my blade reached his neck, and cut through with a remote precision. With a sorrowful glee, the blade sliced through everything.

The shock on his face quickly faded away into fear which remained all throughout the journey.

He couldn't even react.

He was dead.

Landing on to the ground, the attack was swept in one fluid motion. The azure aura that burned on my sword quickly dissipated as the frost effects ability had ran out and the rebound came no sooner than the malice of my achievement left.

Soon after that came the thump of Kivdre lifeless body hitting the ground with a terrified thump.

My vision blurred with a tinge of darkness as the darkness began to seep in until it faded into the abyss.

Leaning on the nearby Holly Trees as support, I slid down the trunk until I was in a comfortable position sitting on the ground. Ached and with much fatigued, I closed my eyes— just a moment of rest made me feel relaxed and at ease.

All whilst the azure butterflies fluttered gently and fawningly overhead. I ignored the wild and fervent butterfly as I opened my eyes again.

The cadaver still remained.

Yet… I felt no disgust or horror of what I had done with the tainted shade of blood that fell on my hands. No odor, no fear, no disarray. Nothing.

Was this normal? No, it couldn't be. Killing someone was completely fine— for me.

Everything was abnormal in this case— now made only aligned with the abnormalities.

The azure butterfly warned me of the burning smoke yet I arrived late— just barely late.

My ability felt unique and distinctive from the normal ice manipulation but at the same time had an awfully slow progression rate.

While being in a state of complete normality as killing someone— someone you hate, made me feel nothing but relief.

Whatever. I'll think about it later.