Chapter 2: Peaceful Moment

A slightly torn black hoodie, walking against the red objects, a little darker. It began darker, and darker, and darker.

Not even a seek of vengeance has felt by these evil creature, but a desirable scream of suffer left unaquirable. Not until Jolio has summoned.

Walking towards the sticky ground, hoodie, fluttering as a flame ash greeted its figure. It stood in front of Julio where it talk about itself.

"I am Julian, I am gluttony" The deep voice whispered.

"The gluttony of lust, a gluttony of sloth." It began pulling out a flaming sickle with rotten of blood.

"I am all of what I said, though Im an honest man. I am everything but a liar"

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A skeleton foot appeared in front of Jolio's vision, chanting an unknown words but comprehensible.

He moved his head up, looking at the hoodie, finding out about the faceless figure.

Nonchalantly, he decided to speak in front of a devil figure.

"So you are the Zerethal" Jolio muttered, he half stands up, kneeling. "The dark blood seeker?" He talked nonchalantly, though he only thought about being disturbed.

"You say something like..." He holds his head as if trying to remember things.

"Something like... "Soo-koo... Hush? Something like that?"

The Zerethal responds with silence, holding a sickle. He raised his hands upward, preparing for an act.

"Is this real?!" Seeing the incoming sharp object, aiming at his head

His heartbeat dropped into zero, as he turned around, acting to ran away. He received the sharp blade, feeling the leg as if being skinned apart.

He emptied his mind, filling a fucos on escaping, his inner foot organs began to fell away as he stretched his leg to run.

Making his first step, he slightly slip as he landed on a stretched human brain. Doing his second step, a scream from below overwhelmed his mind. His eyes widened as he felt the pumping heart he stepped on.

"B-brother... We were supposed to go fishing... Why did I end up like this..." A wheeping man, his head left unrecognizable as his brain thrown away.

Jolio ended up slipping on an alive man's chest hole, he found himself lying helplessly, feeling the urge of his life regrets.

"Being honest is not easy, though I've became known as the honest man, still I've end up punished and died... Like this"

He lied on the body, feeling the despair, watching towards him. A moment where his mind went on every possible thing he could think of.

"On a dream..." He whispered as he lay.

"No..." He continued

"A sleep paralysis" He widened his eyes as he could think of something.

"I told myself that Im a gluttony then I declared to manifest a soul, then I became the soul? Manifested by Julian?" He confusedly thought a complicated thing on a complicated moment.

"B-but... I am Julio not Julian..." He deeply thought. Then he added

"Though... I remember I was the one who said I am Julian..."

He gasped with widened eyes, he moved his fingers clenched together with his veins, getting bigger. He moved every inch he could, getting himself up.

"I am gluttony and I am lust!" He whispered as he moved his body half.

"But I am not a liar!" He yelled, moving his head around to look at the Zerethal, approaching him as its skeleton foot, stomping the lying man's head.

As Jolio lay, he moved his body around to face back at the Zelrethal and screamed with his lungs.

"I never lied for my whole life..." He muttered.

"My name is Julian!" He screamed directly at the Zerethal.

Hearing Jolio's scream, the Zerethal halted, wandering at Jolio.

"We... Are... Julian." The Zerthal said with deep voice echoed at Jolio's ear, as strong as it felt like its destroying Jolio's eardrum.

Jolio responds with the Zerethal.

"We are Julian" He spreads his hands around while sitting with his leg stretched out.

"We love our Job... Our mother did not love us and we don't love her... I love the costumers when they curse in our ear! And that is not a lie!" He screamed all the way he can.

A moment of silence hits their scene, ghosts began to stare at Julian and Jolio, unthrusting their sickle and knife to their slaves.

A Zerethal across the turret of blood pointing its finger at Jolio as he opened his mouthful of cockroaches and maggots.

"He's a mere Furahiya!... He's a mere Furahiya!" It loudly shouted that the voice echoed at the whole realm of bloodlust.

"He's a mere Furahiya!" A Zerethal who tortured the man lying on a ground began to chant together.

A voice began to fill the whole domain into clamor, every Zerathal started chanting as they look at Jolio with wide red eyes.

Soo unknown, including Julian staring to Jolio selflessly and stunned.

Sitting on a human body, with Julian staring at him together with the Zerethals chanting.

Jolio saw an explosions at the back, blowing away the human organs as it explodes, when a red hand with a sharp claw, touches Julian's skull.

The demonic touch slowly vanish Julian with a flame as if turning him into ashes, and slowly reveals the figure of the red hand.

Turns out that it was a human form, except that the hand was made to be demonic, but with eyes that are flaming and a black hair, standing on his head.

By wearing a black armor, it puts his hand down and took the first step. Swinging his claw that ended up killing five of Zerethals, together with its humans as flames formed into a claw shaped.

It approached Jolio with its equiped claws and slashed him into death. Blood spatters all around while Zerethals rushed to taste some.

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"Everything went blank, even here, I felt embarrassed as I scream, and scream, and scream... I can feel the sharp object, cutting my inner organs. It was like I've done the most terrible thing a human can do, but still do not deserve these kind of pain."

"And then I woke up on a light, it goes down so fast then another light comes in and goes down."

Being rushed into hospital as his white suit and the neck ties were coverd in blood, only he realized after seeing a masked person with a net on its head.

"Clear the way!" A shout from a man.

"Into the surgery room!" A stretcher bed being rolled fast, every people on the hospital taking a breath as they looked at Jolio.

"How is he even alive?" An Individual who took a quick glance. Seeing Jolio's figure frightened every person.

Tomorrow. A morning sunlight filled the room where Jolio lies down his mouth has wind pipe while he can only open his eyes half and unable to move, hearing a soft voice on the outside.

"May I talk to my client? I am worried about him~"

Jolio curiously waited for the black suited man as he entered the room.

"Mister Jolio Conor..." He muttered, standing in front of Jolio, holding a box.

"Guess what's inside?" He said softly. His face suddenly went serious, catching a breathinng Jolio in front of him.

"You're fired."