Death's Lullaby

"The greatest female serial killer in the world..." Arthur repeated, stunned.

Mother Lucy chuckled to herself softly. "Yes. The rush that one receives after taking a life, and seeing their name climb up the rankings is unlike any other. Not to mention the abilities, buffs, and artefacts that come with it. We have the capabilities to become gods."

Arthur used this opportunity to ask the question that had been lingering on his mind ever since his trip to Hamesborough.

"Mother Lucy, if you don't mind me asking. What is your ranking?"

The woman looked at him speculatively, as though she was questioning whether or not she should tell him the truth.

Only moments later, she gave him the answer.

"Open your system, and search for the name 'Death's Lullaby'"

Death's Lullaby...

Arthur didn't even need to search up the name in his system... it was one he was well acquainted with.

"It can't be..." He said in disbelief. "You're Death's Lullaby?"

Lucy nodded her head with a proud smile on her face."The one and only."

Death's Lullaby was a serial killer known all over Ingland. However, whether or not she existed was highly debated.

In Ingland, there were many haunted areas.

Cliffs. Caves. Tunnels. Houses.

Many times, tourists, adventures and daredevils would travel to such sites.

And sometimes, people from these groups would go missing.

Nobody could confirm where they went, and whether or not they still lived. However, many had reported that they heard the faint sound of a woman singing a Lullaby before the events took place.

The Defender Forces have searched such sights thoroughly in hopes of finding out the truth behind the myths, but it's always been to no avail.

Now, Arthur knew the truth.

Death's Lullaby, the 810th-ranked serial killer, was none other than Mother Lucy.

"Wow... it feels like I'm talking to some sort of celebrity."

"Pfftt." Mother Lucy laughed with a smile. "My rank is only so high due to the mysticism behind my name. If my existence could be confirmed, then I would be much less terrifying."

Arthur understood her point.

"But still..."

"Enough about me. It's time that we talk about you, my Arthur."

His cheeks blushed every time she called him that.

"What about yourself? What do you wish to achieve on your journey as a killer?"

My journey as a killer...

He hadn't thought about it yet.

His reason for becoming a killer in the first place was the stop the headaches. However, the thrill of the kill felt addicting to him.

Taking a life with his hands put him in a position of power that he had never experienced before. This in itself was enough reason for him to continue.

However, what intrigued him most, was other killers.

"When I hear stories about the great serial killers of our generation, I get chills." Arthur started, with Mother Lucy watching him the entire time.

"To me, they are gods. I haven't even gone through the top 100 list in detail, as I don't feel worthy. When I think about the powers that those men and women must have. The stories that they must have to tell..."

A smile began to form on his face.

"I want to be amongst them. I want to call them my equal."

"Why stop there?" Lucy butted in.

Arthur looked up at her, eyebrows raised.

"Why stop there?" She repeated. "We all have access to the same system. Why stop at becoming their equal? Why not aim to sit at the top of the ranking, as the greatest killer that ever lived?"

"..."

"Me... the greatest?"

"Yes. I know that you have it in you." She spoke passionately. "People like you and me are born to kill. We belong with the greats, and all we must do is claim our spots."

Arthur found himself being moved by her words.

Passion began to rise inside of him, as his mind stretched far into the distant future.

"But how?" He asked plainly. "I live in Hendonshire. A small town with no opportunity to make a proper name for myself. What am I supposed to do?"

Mother Lucy's smile was seductive as she slowly rose to her feet and made her way over to Arthur.

He felt his temperature rising as she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders gently.

He could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against his back, and even her nipples pushing through the fabrics

He felt himself becoming aroused and realised he was lucky that the room was so dark.

"That answer is simple, my Arthur." She whispered into his ear. "We must relocate to one of the major cities."

———

The days following Arthur's conversation with Lucy were strange.

She told him to remain prepared to leave at all times.

Bags packed, and attachment severed to anything that remains in Hendonshire.

This wasn't too difficult for Arthur. After all, there was nothing left for him in this town.

The prospect of moving to one of the major cities was much more exciting for him.

However, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the orphanage.

Could she really just leave all the children behind?

He received his answer one late night.

Arthur had no idea what was going to happen on this day.

Part of him wished that Lucy would have told him beforehand.

One night, Arthur was struggling to sleep. Tossing and turning underneath his bed.

When suddenly, the sound of a soft woman's voice began to float throughout the orphanage.

With the voice, followed a strange dark energy which seemed to seep into his very soul. Fear was struck into his heart.

His skin crawled with chills, and his heart rate sped up uncontrollably.

He felt like he needed to defend himself, which made him instinctively draw for his knife beneath his pillow.

The woman's voice grew louder.

"Little lights up on the hill,

Flicker soft and flicker still.

Close your eyes and don't you peek,

The night is kind, the night is weak.

All the voices far away,

Calling you to come and play.

But stay with me, where it's so warm.

Far from the drift, far from the storm.

Little lights, they fade and fall,

Some won't make it home at all.

But you're with me, safe and tight,

Held in arms that end the night."

What followed the gentle song was silence.

In an instant, Arthur knew what was going on. Yet, his mind struggled to believe it.

Death's Lullaby.

He jumped to his feet urgently and rushed over to the door to figure out whether his hunches were true.

But as he pushed it open, he was met with a naked figure standing in the doorway.

Mother Lucy.

She stood there with her arms limp by her side, and her ever so comforting smile on her face. Her entire body was revealed to him. From her slender waist, voluptuous breaths, and smooth thighs to her pink nipples and cleanly shaved lower region, which he couldn't stop himself from staring at.

Arthur noticed that the woman's hands had changed. Her nails were each inches long and dripped with fresh blood. Underneath the layer of blood was an unnatural blue glow.

Arthur was speechless.

He could barely twitch a muscle.

"Do not be afraid, Arthur." The naked woman said softly, in all of her glory. "Collect your things. It's time for us to leave."