To say that Hades was currently pissed off as fuck is an understatement.
At first, the wretched descendants of those that forsake me and my kin in favor of that fucking alien god had arrived.
Then that goddamn maniac killed my second favorite pet.
And worst of all just as I was about to pry the fuckers soul out of his body and toss it into Tartarus for my father to snack on.
The same two goddamn bitches who brought him to Gaia in the first place intervened once again.
The vivid Hades thought as he drank his ambrosia from a human skull fashioned into a cup only to shatter it into pieces with his hand after not being able to hold it in anymore.
"Ill get my revenge no matter what..."
Hades muttered under his breath as he continued to spy on Dracula inside a floating mirror.
...
"This..."
Zachariah with a dumbfounded expression on his face muttered out as he looked at the unconscious Dracula's body whose wounds had already scabbed at this point only to hear the death knights who seemed to be in a trance swear an oath of loyalty.
While the grimoire dematerialized into black particles and seeped into his body.
"Our master the one who commands life and death and has been accepted and blessed by both Death and Life, we death knights pledge our rotted bodies that will not die, our immortal cursed and damned souls to you our lord from this day forth your word is the law"
"This... this... the start of a new era for this world..."
Zachariah stuttered out as he collapsed onto his wraith butt.
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"HOTEL QUEBEC TO REAPER execute order 66 over"
My superiors command sounded in my ears as I looked at the dirty, malnourished, and mutated elderly, men, women, and kids who were the victims of bioweapons experimentation with ragged clothes sitting on the ground hugging each other while crying in my fully-enclosed helmet's HUD screen.
"REAPER TO HOTEL QUEBEC copy over"
I answered in an emotionless ice-cold voice as I pointed my assault rifle at the people and before Lilith could stop me pulled the trigger.
BANG!BANG!BANG!...
"Drac what the fuck are you doing?!"
Lilith roared as she slapped my smoking rifle away.
"I'm following orders Lilith"
I said with the same voice as I felt something in me die while I walked past the frozen-in-place Lilith because of the sheer shock she was feeling after seeing me murder the elderly and children in cold blood.
While pulling out my pistol from its holster tied around my right thigh.
As I reached the still-alive mutated little girl who didn't resemble a human at this point and raised my pistol at her forehead she asked her final question.
"Why?"
I pulled the trigger without answering as I did I felt something inside me shatter into countless pieces.
...
"Arghhh!"
I screamed at top of my lungs as I woke up only wearing my boxers in my king-sized bed covered in a cold sweat from head to toe.
"Fuck it's been so long since I dreamed of that day..."
I cursed under my breath as I grabbed a bunch of pills from different plastic bottles with my trembling hands and swallowed them down with a glass of water in one go.
It took a few minutes for my on the verge of breakdown mind to finally calm down and as it did I stood up and like a drunkard suffering a hangover limped to my person-sized bronze polished mirror with a wooden bucket of cold water.
Splash!
I splashed my face with cold water only to notice that red blood started dripping down into the bucket, I touched my face and realized that it was the tears that I shed during the nightmare I just had.
The truth is that although after my first battle, I found out that I was a natural killer who had no problem with killing but after killing those civilians and that little girl.
Who I later incinerated to ashes with the flamethrowers that we brought as order 66 stipulated I realized that I wasn't so cold-blooded as I thought I still had a heart but after that day that heart died.
"But seriously what the fuck even my tears are now made of blood"
I thought and muttered under my breath as I raised my head and looked at my current appearance.
A strand of my hair turned pitch black and fell over my left eye whose pupils who glowed ice-blue because of my cybernetic lense, my fingers blackened as if I kept them inside a fireplace until they turned into charcoal, and my skin turned from pale to unhealthy pale with the carved occult rune scars glowing pitch black like holographic tattoos.
Not bad, not bad at all.
I nodded to myself pleased with my updated appearance only for a notification to pop up in my HUD view.
"Fuck the fucking founding party of my nation is about to start!"
I cursed out as I turned out to look for my service uniform which was placed on the duke's ancient-looking wooden table with human-like skulls with black melted-down candles on top of the skulls decorating it.
Subconsciously I extended my right hand with my expanded arteries and veins clearly visible under my skin that were pulsating with my blood filled to the brink with death and life mana which made me feel more alive than ever.
As I did the uniform got enveloped in black particles, shot up into the air, and flew to me.
For a second I stood there frozen looking at my uniform levitating in the air in front of me.
Psychokinesis?
I thought as I tried to feel what else I could do now while I started putting on my freshly cleaned and ironed-out service uniform.
After putting on my service uniform and my knee-length waxed and polished knee-length black leather boots to the point I could see my own faces reflection in them I looked at my mirror while fixing my black service cap with REAPER insignia.
My reflection morphed into my old appearance only that my urban camouflage field uniform, combat boots, armored vest, helmet, gas mask under my helmet, and my assault rifle were melted with my skin and muscles and had fused together causing me to look like as if I crawled back from hell.
"My soul really does look nasty doesn't it?"
I said to myself while exhaling bitterly as I exited my room and entered the hallway leading to the ballroom with the throne that I designed myself and ordered the engineers to fabricate with the help of 3D printers.
On my way to the ballroom, I didn't meet a single living soul only lingering spirits, ghosts, and the occasional wraith that refused to move on but also refused to acknowledge me as their master who I could now see clearly.
But unlike before instead of trying to scare the shit out of me, they were the ones that were running away scared shitless after detecting my presence.
He.He.He. No wonder Zachariah likes trying to scare me so much this is fun as fuck. I should take some time off my schedule and let those fuckers experience how it feels to be on the receiving side.
I thought evilly in my mind as I smirked victoriously only to meet Ark and the other five death knights who upon seeing me immediately kneeled on one knee.
Huh! I thought they got over that kneeling phase of theirs. What gives?
I thought as I furrowed my white brows in annoyance.
"Hey, Ark I thought you and your boys got over this whole noble etiquette so why the fuck are you kneeling again?"
"I'm sorry sir but we can't help it our bodies move on their own"
The helpless Ark answered telepathically.
"Urghhh!"
I grunted out in displeasure as I ran my right hand through my face.
"Alright whatever let's go or we're gonna be late"
I said while starting to walk forward again as I wawed my hand making the death knights stand up and form up into two rows behind me.