Disgrace

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace

...

Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off.

That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die...

But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again.

Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in.

That this would repeat itself for an eternity.

The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword.

At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. 

He took his first steps to break out of the cycle.

And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands.

...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

The Laughing Swordsman

He spun around, observing his surroundings.


As for the man with glowing eyes, he only panicked more.


He bolted off, coincidentally heading towards Apollo and Layla. The entire time, he was screaming.


The other men brushed it off as a joke.


In fact, one of them could not stop himself from laughing.


"Haha, since when was he such a wuss? Heh, let me tell you about a time he acted all high and-"


The upper half of his body was ripped from his legs.


While his lower body fell lifelessly, his torso was held up in the air.


There was a dull expression on his face. He died before he could even register the pain.


The upper half of his body rapidly transformed to a deep black.


Innocent Cruelty