The Dark Breath of the Angels

In the wake of the tragic events at the dungeon, I felt a burning rage deep within me. The loss of my mother, the brutality of those who took her from me, and the mysterious skills that now resided within me were all fueling an overwhelming desire for revenge. My sole purpose was to make those who had taken everything from me pay.

Leaving the guild unnoticed, I wandered the outskirts of the kingdom, honing my newfound skills and preparing myself for the day I would confront those responsible. "Monarch of the Hated" and "Mutilate" became my deadliest allies, tools to be used in my pursuit of vengeance.

With "The Dark Breath of the Angels" tightly gripped in my hand, I vowed to find any information that would lead me to the nobleman responsible for my mother's death. Rumors and whispers led me to believe that he was part of a powerful and secretive organization that held influence over the kingdom.

As I ventured through dark alleys and hidden corners, I gathered information and allies. The shady underworld of the kingdom became my home, and the shadows my closest friends. I discovered that my skills were indeed unheard of, and I decided to keep them hidden, using them only when necessary to keep my identity a secret.

It was during my search that I encountered an enigmatic figure, a woman named Selene. Her silver hair and piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a deep knowledge of the world's mysteries. She seemed to recognize something within me, something that burned like an inferno.

"Ah, young one," she said with a cryptic smile, "I see the flames of vengeance burning brightly within you."

"And what of it?" I retorted, my eyes narrowing.

"Vengeance can be a dangerous path to tread," Selene warned. "It can consume you, twist you into something unrecognizable."

"I care not," I replied coldly. "My purpose is clear. I will make them pay."

Selene regarded me silently for a moment before speaking again. "Your skills are unique, indeed. But be wary of the darkness that lurks within them. It can take more from you than you're willing to give."

"I need no lectures," I snapped. "I am my own master, and I will not be swayed from my path."

With a nod, Selene seemed to understand that my determination was unwavering. She offered no further counsel and instead vanished into the shadows as mysteriously as she had appeared.

I continued my quest for vengeance, tracking down leads, and unraveling the threads that connected the powerful nobleman to my mother's death. My skills proved invaluable in silencing any opposition, leaving only whispers and fear in my wake.

In the darkest hour of the night, I finally confronted the nobleman, cornering him in a secluded mansion. His fear was palpable, and the smug arrogance he once displayed had evaporated like morning dew.

"Who are you?" he stammered, his voice betraying his unease.

"I am the harbinger of your demise," I said with venom in my voice.

In an instant, I unleashed my bloodlust, the blood-red shadows dancing around me like malevolent spirits. My bloodlust gave me power over him, weakening his resolve. "Mutilate" allowed me to slowly slice up his weak body, hoping to inflict pain that matched the torment he had brought upon my family.

As I stood over him, his life at my mercy, I hesitated for a moment. My mother's face flashed before my eyes, and I remembered the love and care she had given me. But the pain of her loss, the emptiness that consumed my soul, pushed me forward.

With a swift strike of my blade, I ended his life, and a hollow victory filled the air.

No cheers of triumph followed me as I left the mansion; there were no grateful townspeople or admiration for a hero. My revenge had been exacted, but it brought me no solace. Only the cold realization that I had become the monster I once sought to destroy.

In the aftermath, I retreated further into the shadows, leaving my past life and my skills as a secret. I was now an outcast, a figure feared by those who knew of my actions.

Selene's warning rang in my ears, and I understood the truth in her words. Vengeance has consumed me, turning me into something I no longer recognized. My mother's memory had become a distant beacon, overshadowed by my thirst for revenge.

And so, I continued my solitary existence, my heart heavy with guilt and regret. My skills, once seen as gifts, now felt like a curse, haunting my every step. I had forsaken the path of a hero and embraced the darkness of a solitary killer.

As the days turned into months, I became a legend whispered in hushed tones—a ghost that stalked the kingdom, seeking out those who deserved punishment. My identity remained hidden, my skills shrouded in mystery.

To this point, my journey has led me far from the hero I once aspired to be. Instead, I had become Rin Takumi, the avenger driven by hatred, forever bound to the shadows, haunted by the consequences of my actions.