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

"But could you tell me how to hide a body first?"


The ten guards charged forward with their spears raised.


Apollo swung horizontally, pressing his thumb against the hilt as he did so.


Every guard suddenly stopped in their tracks.


Then, the top half of his body slid off. The other guards followed his example moments later.


Apollo continued forward, asking any guards he came across. However, none of the guards were crazy enough to actually explain it to him. As such, he ended up killing every single guard along the way.


Apollo furrowed his brows as he dashed down the corridor.


"If only someone would be kind enough to tell me how to hide a body..."


Meeting Up