A couple days had passed since their first arrival to the overworld, and Yuna had found a good cave deep within the forest of which she was going to make her hide out, at least until they found a god they could kill.
Within those two days, Ygdran had met up with her in the woods, with him he had twelve others, all human. They apparently worshipped the demon race and they had no hesitation to serve.
"Okay." Yuna said, looking over them, "then you'd all be willing to find us the location of a god to kill? Correct?"
"Yes, but, you seem a bit young to-"
The man who had begun speaking suddenly stopped, his windpipe crushed as Yuna leapt towards him, clasping his throat.
"One thing you should all realize. There will be no questions and no hesitation to do as I say." Yuna hissed, "and you can't back out. If you do, you die. Okay?"
The man struggled beneath her grip, nodding as he clasped at her hand.
"You are also not to resist me. Even if I'm choking you out." Yuna said, looking down on the man.
In that moment Yuna realized how truly fragile humans were. They were weak and so very fragile. How could such beings live in a world such as theirs?
Yuna's talons dug into the man's skin, blood dribbling down his neck, and then she sunk them in and through, clasping at the full wind pipe before wrenching back and, in a grotesque spray of blood, she pulled out his wind pipe and tore open his throat, his corpse dropping to the ground as his last moments of life passed by in eternal pain.
"I want all of you to go and find a god. Any god will do, I don't care. When you find one, return here. Don't come back unless you've found one. Do whatever you need to to make this happen."
"Y-yes, understood!" They all said, then hurried off away.
"You didn't need to be that brutal. That's one less man. It's a waste." Ygdran said.
"A waste? You think it's a waste?" Yuna asked, turning to him with a mad grin.
Then, in a burst of motion, Yuna rushed at Ygdran, grabbing the back of his head, then slamming his face directly down on the bloody, torn throat of the corpse.
"IF YOU THINK IT IS SUCH A WASTE, THEN EAT IT! COME ON, YGDRAN! DONT LET IT GO TO WASTE! EAT IT, BITCH!" Yuna roared as Ygdran struggled beneath her.
"YUNA! KNOCK.. IT.. OFF!!" Ygdran's aura burst from his body as he pushed back, freeing himself from Yuna's grip. "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He roared, wiping blood off of his face.
"You have no place to question me." Yuna said. "So don't even try. I am above you. I'm better than you. So do as I say and do NOT question my actions." She hissed.
Deep down, Yuna knew she never had to kill that man. A simple warning would have sufficed, but she just could not stand how weak humans were… nor could she stand the fact that she used to be one. It disgusted her. How could such beings exist in a world such as theirs was? Such greedy, corrupt beings. They even worship demons. It was disgusting.
Yuna began to grow a hatred for humans. The fact that they were so pathetic combined with the fact that they would worship the very demons that killed so many of their own kind… and then they expect the gods to save them.
Humans were the perfect incarnation of the word 'pathetic'.
"Whatever you say, Yuna. But there is not that large a gap between us, so I hope you are ready to be treated just as you treat me when the day comes that I surpass you, because it's not that far off." Ygdran growled, then turned and stormed off into the forest.
Yuna was left standing alone, as she always was. She had no one left. No one that mattered. Everyone she once lived is dead. They are all gone. And they will never be back.
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A man holding with a katana at his hip and a kasa (*author note, Kasa is the name for the circular straw hats shinobi would wear) pulled down over his eyes walked along the dirt path leading to Feddle. He wore a white kimono stained with red blood, and his eyes were cold and dark, as if he'd seen something that would haunt him for all his years.
The man walked through the town, past the entrance and into the main area where people gave him fearful and curious stares as he strode towards an inn. The Inn had a bar on the bottom floor, and the man entered the bar, walking straight up to the counter.
"Well, hello there." An old man came up to the man. "You alright…? Is that bloo-"
*SHWIK*
In a blur of motion, the man's katana flicked through the air, cutting cleanly through the older man's throat, sending spurts of blood splattering across the table, drinks and the kimono.
"What the- you bastard!!!" A younger boy roared, running at the man as the geezer's body dropped.
"You are a rash and naive." The man said, simply holding out his sword. The boy ran straight into it, the katana's blade running through his heart.
The boy's eyes went wide as he gripped the sword, blood spurting from his mouth.
The man pulled back his blade, flicking the blood to the floor as the boy dropped dead. Then the man turned towards the shelves, grabbed a bottle, and poured himself a drink in a bloody glass.