Chapter 34

Slow steady steps paced through the hallways of the underworld, announcing the presence of the man who caused them as he lightly stepped over a pile of bodies. The man was tall, with black hair hanging over his head in a loose spiderweb, his eyes were eerily empty yet focused with his pale face wearing a slender and nearly pleasant smile.

His limbs were long, too long, so long that his arms could touch his knees with only the slightest movement as he held them loosely at his sides, singing himself a happy tune as he made a stop near a heavy iron door.

Knocking on it lightly, the man smiled brightly as a heavy metal door slit slid open allowing a pair of eyes to see through a one-sided window. "Who are you!?" The gruff man barked; his lack of manners only caused the pale mans smile to grow as he waved pleasantly.

"I am here to greet my good friend! Rivalen! If you want, I'll arrive shirtless for you!" He finished his statement with a laugh as the door slowly slid open, Rivalen's form became known to him as he remained seated on a blackened throne, not bothering to give the man courtesy of eye contact.

Seventeen men surrounded the man from all angles, each armed with guns and knifes to the teeth as they prepared for any sudden movements. Raising his hands, the man laughed gently before smiling. "Rivalen, how have you been? I am here to report that I have found the man Morgan is looking for, I know where Mordret is! And you can take all the credit too!"

Leaping from his chair, Rivalen glared down from the balcony before throwing a knife at the man, who leaned sideways slightly with a panicked expression. "Hey, I thought we were friends! How could you do this to me!?" Rivalen offered no reply to his startled cry as he blurred toward him.

"Where. Is. Mordret." He hissed out, a knife held firmly in his hands as he stood just beyond the cloud of people who continued to close in on the man with grim expressions, preparing to take his life as soon as the order was given.

Smiling politely, the man slowly and deliberately reached into his pocket, pulling a watch which had been undone at the handle, leaving only the watches bladed edge present as the man smiled. "Well, you're looking at him!"

In that moment, all hell broke loose.

In a single motion, Mordret swung his long arm in a wide arc as he bisected five men in a single swing, the force of his attack was filled with such intense strength that it left a wide gash in the wall behind him as Mordret continued his onslaught.

"Wait! Don't run away, I just want to... reduce your height! Who needs legs anyway right?" Mordret's weapon of choice had been a watch, it's delicate chain swinging lazily between his fingers. The watch itself was unremarkable—silver, ornate, ticking softly through the screams of agony that radiated into Mordret's ears as his bisected victims slowly died.

One of the men lunged, a scarred brute with a two-handed sword. Yet closing in on Mordret was a mistake.

Flicking his wrist. The watch's chain grew taught, wrapping around the man's throat with impossible speed and precision. In a moment, the man's head jerked backward before a fountain of blood erupted into the sky, threatening to stain Mordret's pristine white clothing.

Grabbing a chain from his pocket, Mordret spun it with impossible speed through the air as it deflected the fountain of blood from his body to all directions as it shot into the eyes of his foes, blinding the unlucky as Mordret smiled, preparing for his next onslaught.

The others hesitated, scared straight at the brutality of Mordret's initial assault, then, they looked around to see if they would gain any support from Rivalen, except he was unfortunately not present.

Mordret moved like flowing water. The watch flickered, it's blade thin chain carving through flesh and bone with effortless precision. A man with a large machete thrust forward—Mordret pivoted with a large smile on his face. "Come to me my friend, let's hold hands!"

Wrapping the chain of the watch around the grooves of the machete, designed to deal maximum damage upon impact, Mordret pulled the man closer to him, so their faces were only inches apart. Widening his jaw, Mordret shoved his head forward before pulling it back.

He had bitten off the man's nose.

"Oops, got your nose! I should give it back, but you're quite tasty." Blood shot from the mans face as Mordret chewed idly, spinning the chain, Mordret easily disarmed his opponent in his stupor allowing him to grab hold of the handle of his machete.

With a single flowing movement, Mordret sliced the man's head off his body before slicing his head into miniature pieces. Watching his brain matter fall to the floor, Mordret made good on his declaration before grabbing the still standing man by the hands and flinging him effortlessly toward his former comrades.

Another came from behind, dagger flashing. Mordret barely turned his head, the watches chain flashing toward the man's ribs before a small smile arrived in Mordret's face. Creating a shallow piercing, Mordret pulled the man in closer before whispering in his ear.

"Your ribs should be about... here! So, what happens, if I do... this!?" Twisting his arm so the flat of the small blade would make contact with the mans ribs, Mordret pulled his hand down before shattering the mans ribs. Broken pieces of bone shot through the room, piercing the mans heart as Mordret turned around with a smile on his face.

The rest of the men had run, attempting to flee from the greater monster only to be killed by Rivalen for their cowardice. Even regardless of his cruel punishment toward his former subordinates, Rivalen couldn't blame them upon seeing the bloody display as he stared at Mordret.

"You're the monster from Valor... you're good. Almost as good as Lost from Light, if not even better." Rivalen praised, Mordret scratched the back of his head with the watch sheepishly, a smile arriving on his face before his eyes focused on the man before him.

"How can you compare us, when you've never seen either go all out? Isn't that a bit rude!? Well, I'll say, as the number one Lost from Light fan in all the nations, I shall punish you Rivalen, even though we're friends!"

Throwing his hands outward with an exaggerated expression, Mordret bent down slowly, his eyes shifting from Rivalen as he gently picked up the sword which had once been used as a weapon to kill him. "Here, since you want to compare me and Lost from Light so much, I'll go all out and lets see who you think is stronger!"

The tension in the room suddenly got thicker as Rivalen stared at Mordret with an indifferent expression, his hands trembled, and his lip quivered as the press of death slowly settled upon his body, each nerve in his body telling him to flee at the sight of such a predator.

'If I let him swing that sword, I'll die!'

Before he could intervene however, two halves of his body limply fell to the side, his internal organs spilling onto the floor with an audible squelch as Mordret frowned and stomped the floor with an annoyed expression.

"Why compare us if you wont even live long enough to tell me what you think!?"