Book 3: Chapter 12


    I would burn him to the ground. Hot, burning hatred. Death. Destruction, Rage. I shiver from the cold.


    Huh?


    The fire burning in me suddenly disappears as if it was a lie. I''m not hot at all. I''m ice cold. This isnt some kind of metaphor for something I did. The coolness is from some kind of external factor. An icy dread crept over my body, dampening my fiery spirit in nonexistence. It smothers mepletely, causing me to do nothing but shiver. It feels like death itself has gripped my heart in its icy embrace, its fingers tendrilling around my very soul.


    I feel fear. Not anger. Not hatred. Not resentment. Bone-chilling, murderous, deathly, fear. I''m confused. So are a lot of people in the room of that inn. They are looking around in confusion at this cold icy feeling that overwhelmed the room. Thats when my eyes finally began to focus on the epicenter of this maelstrom.


    A-Ariel? I mutter.


    Her face is covered in shadows. I cant read any expression in it. Her eyes cant be pierced from the ckness. The guy who had grabbed her butt seems a little less warypared to many of the others in the room. Instead, he tries tough it off, using his size tofort himself.


    Hahaha as I was saying, why dont we-


    Whhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat the fuck do you think youre doing? The voice came from Ariels lips, but she sounds nothing like a princess.


    Rather, she sounds like a Yakuza, some muscled punk ready to beat down a store clerk in a shitty web novel.


    Hey, dont talk like that, bitch?


    Bitch! An eye pierces through the shadows, just one eye, staring at the big man with a re of pure hatred. Yes heros bitch! Youd touch this body that belongs to heros hand only!


    Hah? Youre hardly in a position to talk! He gestures to other guys all around her. Come on, lets teach this bitch a lesson. Well give her hero whats left of her in the morning!


    A surprisinglyrge amount of men seem bored as they all start surrounding Ariel. However, I dont make my move. I felt the thing they couldnt feel.


    Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. Ariel throws back her head andughs, her eyespletely unfocused as if she doesnt have any bearings on reality at all.


    Shes- shes already lost it! One man mutters.


    Fine Arielsughter ceases all of a sudden and she looks down at nothing in particr.


    F-fine? The man asks cautiously, bringing a knife up cautiously as if he is afraid to pull it on her.


    You may touch me, Ariel responds dryly as I shake. You just have to do one thing for me first.


    Eh then whats that?


    Die the wordse out as a deathly whisper, and then Ariel leaps forward.


    Scary! Scary! I cut off the vision instantly. Its too scary!


    The thing I saw that coldness, that death I''m not afraid for Ariel. I am a little afraid of Ariel. Screams started to fill the night, not giving me any respite. No, I did not leave the audio on. I could hear them from here, over a half of kilometer away. The screams and cries sometimes sounded human, other times sounded like the noises of a pig being ughtered.


    As they broke through the night, I begin to walk towards the inn. I cant stop myself. She is Ariel right? Screams. Cries the inn is finally in view. The door bursts open and I jump in surprise, my nerves taught. A man fell out,nding on the ground.


    Oh, Gods! Save me! Save me, Gods, Save me! He screams, trying to crawl away.


    His body suddenly is dragged back into the door, his fingers desperately wing at the ground as it gives way to the force. The door ms shut behind them. A secondter, blood sttered out from the bottom crack of the door. More screams. Blood hits the window, although that was all I can see in the apparent darkness.


    The death rattles finally seem to end, and once again the night is eerily quiet. There, the inn stood, no indication of anything but a little red in the edges where red shouldnt be. I walk up to the door, forcing every ounce of willpower I have left to open it.


    As light spreads across the room, I could see the forms of what once were bodies. The walls, floor, and ceiling are painted red. Guts, intestine, blood it is everywhere. There was only one spot free from blood, a single circle in the middle of the room. A woman stood in the circle; whose back was to me. There was not a single drop of blood on her clothing, but in her hand was the severed head of the bartender.


    I identally trigger the doorbell, alerting her to my presence. Her head turns, a single eye meeting mine.


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