Kill…KIll…KILL…

-Eight Years Post Saturation Completion. CONT -

Seven months after my meet-up with Brenden, on November 13th, 2037, my Father's birthday, I exacted my revenge. It was brutal, coordinated, and efficient. I didn't give anyone time to react. 

I had chosen a day of festivities, one I knew would bring together some of the biggest names in the Hero World, along with their respective families.

Although they would hide their real identities, I knew without a shadow of a doubt they would bring them to watch the ceremonies, and using that as a starting point, I made my move. 

Moving like a man on a mission, I systematically eliminated every single family member present from the darkness, using every tool in my arsenal.  

Using my Talent, I controlled hundreds of people like puppets, and within three minutes, they were all dead, without anyone being the wiser; meanwhile, all of the Heroes were on stage celebrating the clearing of the world's largest Perm-Instance, utterly unaware that the worlds ONLY SS-Class Villain had wiped out their entire bloodline in one fell swoop. 

Once well over a thousand people had been killed, I forced my puppets to end their own lives, filling the many VIP boxes with an image that would take over the media for months until a large-scale event occurred. 

Once the first step in my plan was finished, I moved into the large crowd of around 100 thousand cheering fans and supporters who were in attendance, silently moving through the bodies with my hood up and using my Talent to hide my presence as much as possible until I reached the main stage.

About the size of half an American football field *50 yards*, 75 heroes from around a dozen and a half guilds spoke with flowery words, exciting the large audience and patting themselves on the back.

In attendance were my Brother and Emilia, representing their Guild Vesaragon, both of whom were aware of my actions and were ready to put on a good show for the public if need be. 

The stage was set, and I continuously ran through the pre-rehearsed dialogue I had come up with...I did mention I have a flair for the theatrics, right? Well, this situation was no different; with so many people present and watching worldwide, all eyes would be on me once I made my move.

The first step of the plan was the easiest by far; the second step would be difficult but manageable, and that was ACTUALLY FIGHTING the bastards who did what they did.

Then there was the third part…which, if I'm being honest, I wasn't confident I'd be able to pull off, and that was the escape. 

Regardless, making my way through the crowd with my hood covering my head, I stalked closer to the stage, utterly unnoticed until finally, as the festivities were growing in anticipation, I reached the barricade blocking the public off from the Pro-Rankers. 

"OUR EFFORTS HAVE BROUGHT A NEW CHANGE TO PLANET EARTH! THROUGH UNITY AND SYNERGY, WE HAVE CLEARED THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF THE HORRIFYINGLY LARGE HIGH-DELTA PERM-INSTANCE!" Raising his hands, a bulky man wearing a set of pristine aqua-colored metal knight armor was shouting.

This man was the current President of the USA-HA, a hero with the alias Maelstrom, and also my prime target. He was the one who gave the ok to attack us; he was the one who arranged for the Guilds to snub out Vesaragon; HE WAS THE ONE TO BLAIM FOR EVERYTHING!

Rage bubbled in my heart, spilling over into an uncontrollable shiver that ran the length of my body.

'Kill…kill…kill…" the words seemed to repeat on a loop in my mind as I cycled a good chunk of Gamma Particles through my body. 

'55%, it will take 55 percent of my energy to deal with him cleanly in a single attack.' I thought as the warm sensation of Gamma Particles flooded through my system until…I vanished from where I was standing. 

Augmenting my Legs with my Talent, I kicked off the ground, jumped up, and flipped in the air with such finesse and speed that it was almost poetic to watch. 

In an instant, I appeared inches above Maelstrom, hood down, in my full Xipher glory, my entire body radiating in an eerie ice-blue glow until

"Freeze," a single word left my lips with a chilling, distorted tone of voice echoing through my mask. 

SWISH SHULK!

In a single swipe, I decapitated the unsuspecting President of the USA-HA with my augmented claws.

It was sudden, violent, and, from a particular standpoint, aesthetically pleasing to watch. I was graceful, powerful, and, most importantly, full of rage. 

With a twist, I located my next opponent, landed on the ground, and rushed toward one Hero Guild Leader, then another. It wasn't until I reached and slaughtered the 6th of 12 potential enemies that Maelstrom's body finally hit the ground, splashing blood all over the surface of the stage. 

Less than three seconds, that was how long it took me to mercilessly kill six Pro-Rankers, something which, under normal circumstances, would have been entirely impossible for someone in the Higher levels of Gamma Rank; however, I was prepared. 

Using my Talent, high Intelligence, and the proper command with force behind it, I stalled all six opponents while their guard was doing so, giving me an opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.

"ITS XIPHER!!!!"

"AHHHH, NO, NO, NO, HE KILLED PRESIDENT MAELSTROM!"

"STOP HIM!"

Pulling my clawed hand out of the chest of my 7th target and splashing blood all over the place, I spun around and greeted the crowd with a professional actor-worthy bow.

"Wellllll….hello~," I said in such a way that my words came off airy and sinister. 

"SURROUND HIM!" One of the Guild Leaders shouted, assuming command of the heroes. 

"DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!" My Brother's familiar voice came from somewhere to my right, causing me to smirk under my mask. By speaking up at that moment, I knew he was clearly giving me a backup plan and setting up an escape route.  

"Nowwwww ah….tisk tisk, that won't do…you haven't even inquired as to why I havvvve appeared before youuuu." However, right as I finished my statement, I was forced to roll out to the left and execute an aerial *acrobatic flip technique*.