Chapter 3: Dämonenjäger

The stench of iron filled the living room. Limbs scattered. Heads severed. Blood painted the walls. Sei stood frozen, his mind blank—unable to comprehend the grotesque scene before him. His parents—Mary and Dean—lay dismembered, stripped of life. The world around him blurred.

A piercing siren echoed outside. The police stormed in, followed by the ambulance. Questions filled the room, but Sei heard none of them. His stomach churned. He stumbled out of the house, vomiting onto the cold metal step of the ambulance van.

"Who... who did this?"

His mind raced. His heart pounded in his chest. Rage sparked within him—raw and unforgiving.

"Who fucking killed them? Who could commit something this cruel?"

Memories flashed. Whispers of bribes. Government officials pressing his parents. They were employees of the republic—honest, unwavering. They must have rejected an offer—refused to be puppets in the game of corruption. That had to be it. Someone ordered this. Someone powerful.

The police officer approached, voice monotonous.

"The suspect is unknown. We'll investigate the matter to the best of our abilities. Please cooperate with us."

Sei clenched his fists behind his back.

"Cooperate? Hah... bullshit."

He forced a smile, masking the hatred boiling beneath.

"Of course... I'll do anything to help."

The officer nodded, offering empty condolences before leaving.

Sei watched as his parents' bodies were carried away in cold steel containers. The flames of his vengeance flickered brighter.

"The police won't solve this case. They're puppets too—controlled by the same bastards who ordered this."

A cruel smile twisted his lips. His eyes darkened.

"I'll be the one to carve justice into their flesh."

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Night fell.

Clad in black, Sei slinked through the shadows. His heart beat in perfect rhythm with the night. He watched from the alleyway as his parents' boss—Krintch—stepped into a high-end car. Eis didn't follow. Instead, he flicked a small tracker onto the car's rim.

Two hours later, the signal led him to an isolated warehouse. Sei crept through the cracks, peering into the filth-stained window. His breath caught.

Inside, hell unfolded.

Armed men surrounded crates of drugs. Women—stripped, bruised—caged like animals. Their muffled screams echoed through the cold air as uniformed police officers took turns satisfying their twisted desires. Laughter filled the warehouse—sick, perverse.

Sei's blank eyes stared into the abyss. His nails dug into the windowsill, drawing blood from his own palms.

"Demons... these aren't humans... they're devils."

He moved without thought. His fist crashed through the glass, shattering the thin barrier between him and his prey.

The men spun, guns raised.

A deep, guttural voice broke the silence.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Krintch sneered, stepping forward. His eyes narrowed before widening in recognition.

"Oh... aren't you Mary and Dean's little brat? Here for revenge, huh?"

Laughter erupted from the men.

Krintch's grin stretched.

"Kill him. Make his body a fucking artwork."

They lunged.

Sei's lips curled into a smile. His eyes glinted—empty, merciless.

"Are you sure... you want to do this?"

The men hesitated.

"Can you take the consequences?"

The laughter died.

In the blink of an eye, three men collapsed. Blood gushed from their necks, groins, and eyes—vital points severed with surgical precision.

Eskrima.

A dance of death.

Blades whispered through flesh. Screams choked out in gurgles. One by one, the thirty-five armed men fell. Three minutes. That was all it took.

The floor became a crimson sea.

Krintch staggered back, his face pale.

"M-Mercy... please... I-I'm Krintch... spare me—"

Sei tilted his head.

"Mercy?"

He giggled—a chilling, hollow sound. His voice dropped into a whisper.

"Dämonen müssen sterben."

Krintch's blood ran cold.

"W-What... did you say...?"

Sei's knife flashed, blindingly fast. Krintch's eyes burst—two orbs of crimson spilling down his face.

The screams that followed drowned the warehouse in terror.

Sei worked slowly. Deliberately.

He cut. Gouged. Sliced.

Copper wire pierced Krintch's rectum. The other end sparked to life against a live circuit. The boss writhed—his body convulsing under unimaginable pain.

And when death finally claimed him, Sei carved the pieces into a grotesque mural—hands, feet, head—all lined in perfect symmetry across the cold concrete floor.

He stood in the carnage, eyes blank, face streaked with blood.

It didn't feel good.

"Is this vengeance? No... not yet."

His smile returned—soft, almost gentle.

"Mom... Dad... I'm sorry."

He glanced at the cages—at the broken women. They stared at him with wide, terrified eyes.

"Don't worry... this is for both of you."

He turned away from the freed women without another word.

Outside, the moon bathed him in cold silver light.

The republic's devils still walked the earth.

He would become their shadow—their executioner.

A force born from blood and hatred.

A Dämonenjäger.

And he would not stop...

Until every demon was carved into pieces.