Chapter One - Massacre

Being good doesn't always result in something good.

Sometimes life always gives the worst test for good people.

Like fruit, it is not always sweet on the lips, there is also a sour taste when tasted. It's the same with my life, cruel when felt, even so excessive that it leaves a very severe mark.

Every day I always think, am I wrong? Am I too good?

My innocent self really makes anyone take advantage of it.

They always give me compliments and I accept it with pleasure. I didn't think about it after that.

Wait, it turns out that the compliment had nothing to do with what they did to me afterward. They left me. It hurts, doesn't it?

As time went by I understood, my overly kind actions could be said, naive and stupid! Regret me? Of course, I'm very sorry!

***

In the palace hall

There stood two middle-aged men with gloomy faces revealing the figure of a young man who had been beheaded with the ties that bound his body.

Blood flowed profusely from all over the young man's body. The whip repeatedly hit his body so hard that it was deafening to the listener. In line with the harsh lashes given to the young man, a middle-aged man with a thick mustache smiled happily while spreading his arms.

"Hahahaha! This is the punishment of a true demon!" he shouted, laughing heartily.

Following the quote earlier, everyone present in the hall immediately cheered with joy.

"The devil must die!"

"Give him a grievous torment!"

"Kill the devil!"

"Torture him to death!"

Hearing all the cheers from the people present in the hall, the young man could only smile sadly lamenting his fate. Of course that smile had a certain meaning.

With tightly clenched fists, he tried to express his disappointment every time the flames of anger flared.

A middle-aged man wearing a beautiful crown on his head was sitting there which was so luxurious and raised a hand to lift it. "Shut up!"

Everyone who was initially noisy immediately fell silent at his loud voice.

The man started to open his mouth after a long silence. "Everyone agrees with me, for the sake of safety we will immediately give the death penalty, than it will be fatal, so be faster, what do you all think, do you agree with my decision?!"

Whispers were heard from everyone in the hall. They whispered to each other to express their respective opinions.

"I agree Your Majesty!" an adult man raised his hand.

"I agree!"

"Agree!"

One by one they raised each other's hands until there was no one in the hall who didn't raise their hand.

Hearing that they all agreed with his decision, the figure called His Majesty by them immediately stood up from his stop with both hands raised to calm them down.

"Alright, alright, since you all agree, then we'll hasten the death penalty."

His Majesty immediately stepped down from his throne. He looked at the soldiers standing guard nearby with a code eye. A renowned swordsman, he rushed to his place carrying the sword of His Majesty's pride.

"Here is your sword, Your Majesty," he said respectfully as he showed the sword in his hand to His Majesty.

His Majesty took it quickly after which he ordered the soldier to get away from him immediately.

Since he had already wielded his sword, His Majesty continued his way towards the pitiful-looking youth and the middle-aged man with the thick mustache.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor!" he said as he put his hands together respectfully.

His Majesty only replied with a wave, because he didn't really care about the middle-aged man's figure.

His Majesty looked straight at the beheaded youth with a faint grin.

"Since I'm being nice, I'll kill you now," he said in a low voice, but it had a different meaning when the young man heard it.

The young man glared at him with a face that was already covered in fresh blood. He lifted his lips and said, "Okay? I really didn't expect you to be that great."

His Majesty proudly said again, "Thank you for praising me, but I really didn't expect your praise."

The young man chuckled softly and said loudly at the end of the sentence. "Alright, just continue your drama Your good Emperor!"

Before His Majesty was going to say anything more, the young man rushed over. "I want to thank you because I know the truth. I'm very happy about this."

"I-"

"Wait a minute, me first!" he cut in, "I just wanted to say, I'm disappointed in the way you treated me."

"Do I need your opinion?" asked His Majesty with a proud face.

"I don't care what you say, I just want to tell you and everyone here." He denied. With a heavy breath he again said loudly, "The real devils are all of you!"

Silence, no sound is heard. Everyone fell silent at the young man's words. Then a few moments...

Jleb!

uh! ...

A mouthful of blood came out of the young man's mouth after the sword stab that directly pierced his heart instantly darkened, he immediately fell unconscious. The culprit was none other than the person called His Majesty.

After carrying out his act, His Majesty announced and leaked everyone present in the hall. He arrogantly said, "This is vengeance for the devil who has become a human."

Silence, no response from everyone present. Surprisingly they all wore shocked faces, as if they had all seen something unreasonable.

His Majesty sensed that something was not right in his body.

"Argh! No way!" shouted His Majesty at once. The flash of red light from the forefinger of the young man who was originally thought to be dead instantly pierced His Highness's head. What happened immediately caused His Majesty to die instantly.

The young man looked at him wide. "This is what you did to me in return. Don't blame me for being cruel too, blame yourself for teaching me this."

"D-devil," said the middle-aged man who had been torturing him.

The young man directly looked at the middle-aged man with a look full of hatred. "Well, I am a demon, satisfy you!"

He pointed to one side of everyone present, so they all immediately ran to avoid him who raised his hand for fear of being hit by a light that instantly killed anyone who was hit by the incident. "Everyone... Die!"

After saying that, anyone who couldn't avoid it died instantly. Everyone's hysterical screams echoed in the palace hall.

Aahhh!

Arghhh!

The old man with the thick mustache was already shaking with fear at how sadistic the youth was to kill. After all the people in the hall were killed and only the middle-aged man was left, the young man then looked at the man with a smile. "This is just the name of the devil, you really woke up my demon soul that should be sleeping. Let's be fair to each other, now it's my turn to torture you."

Krakkk!

The chains that originally bound him were immediately dislodged, defeated by the enormous energy he expended.

The young man stood up straight as if he had never been stabbed by His Majesty's sword earlier.

With slow steps the young man walked towards the middle-aged man who was torturing him earlier. He tilted his head slightly to the side looking at the middle-aged man who was already shaking with fear and then said mockingly, "Where was your courage earlier, weren't you so arrogant in front of me? Now why are you scared?"

The young man brought his face closer to the middle-aged man. "Don't tell me you're looking for face in front of the people and His Majesty the Emperor… oh wait, corpse I mean. Is what I said true?"

The middle-aged man couldn't answer. He just stood still with a trembling body.

The young man slapped the middle-aged man's face so hard that the man fell and kissed the floor hard, some of his teeth fell out and the blood around his mouth gathered.

"Weak! That's how big the fall is. The real torment hasn't even begun yet." Hearing the young man's words, the middle-aged man immediately prostrated himself in front of the young man begging for mercy, so that he could be released, because he knew the young man in front of him was a forgiving person and was known to be naive.

"Please forgive me Ziang swordsman, I promise it won't be like this again," he whispered. "Come on forgive me, after this I will seek help to kill you," he thought tactfully.

The young man who saw the middle-aged man prostrating in front of him smiled lopsidedly. "Lied to me with the same thing?" The youth drew closer to the ear of the new-aged man. "Sorry I'm not that stupid."

Trembling, the middle-aged man's body trembled in fear. Moreover, the evil grin of the young man who according to him is still as innocent as before.

The youth took His Majesty's dead figure's sword in his hand for the first time. The long sword that was very shiny he rubbed with his hand until his hand bled. "Sharp and impressive, unfortunately not mine. But rest assured, from now on you will be mine," he said with the sword he was holding, as if it could hear his words.

After making small talk with the sword he was holding, the youth then looked at the middle-aged man with a certain purpose. "Where do we start? Em... looks cool from the feet, doesn't it?" he muttered that sounded directly in the middle-aged man's ear.

"N-no, please let me go, I promise I won't repeat the mistake I did," he stammered. Really this time there is nothing more to say, just surrender to the situation, maybe that's what happenehall.

Slas... Slas... Slas

The slash from the sword pierced through his skin and flesh, until his bones were exposed. Not inferior to that, there was a sad scream from the old man who felt it. "Argh!"

"Fun screams, hahahaha!" The feeling of passion was ingrained hearing the man scream about meat. The act of torturing the middle-aged man he did until the man died.

Seeing that his victim had died he immediately stopped his actions and immediately left the palace hall.