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"Why aren't they attacking us," Chucker said, watching the inhabitants moving about, not giving them attention as they gave them outside the gates.
"Maybe they felt pity," said Baldur with a shrug.
"-__-"
Chucker just looked toward his dad before shaking his head and sauntering forward.
"Not funny, Dad!"
"Oh? Come on…! You gotta admit that almost got a laugh out of you!"
"No, not really dad, not at all."
"This place is intriguing!" Jane uttered while looking around, seeing a bunch of men and women tied with collars on their necks, and forced to eat the snow on the ground.
Everything in this city seemed like a distortion of Christmas celebrations. A bunch of little elves played soccer with a child's head as they laughed.
The bulbs contained burnt eyeballs, and the desert treats housed human limbs.
Jane got tired of the sight and wandered faster to the location.
"Do you have any idea who the lord of this domain is!?"
Jane asked Balder, who walked in front of her:
"We have already met him if I were to guess correctly… Well, he met us." Baldur answered with his raspy voice.
"Met us!? When? Do you mean?" Said Jane with her eyes widening.
"Indeed… they have been following us for a while! Most likely when we entered that cabin-- as a matter of fact, they were likely in the cabin before us, I say."
"Why? How did we even grab its attention?" Jane said, leaning forward.
"Ah well, it must be curious… looking for a challenge or similar. Anomalies are childish beings and cruel ones! They are the result of what would happen if you give cruel child power and inflated the evil in their heart."
Baldur paused before saying with an indescribable emotion in his eyes, "You get a monster, Jane."
"That's an interesting comparison! Fascinating indeed." Jane said with a smile before.
[Puff!]
An object fell at her heels, causing her to look down at the sudden interruption.
After taking a closer look, Jane found out that it seemed to be the head that the elves played the ball around with.
She looked up and saw some gritting their teeth in anger at her and some happily cheering for her, motioning for her to kick it toward them.
Jane smiled and trod to one of them while bringing her hand towards her buckle as she reached it.
[Puff!]
Jane thrust a dagger into its neck and repeatedly sliced back and forth. The other elves didn't come to help their affiliate but licked their lips.
[Caughu!]
A weird sound chimed as Jane tore apart its head. Before throwing it up into the air and kicking it to the goalpost with the skill of a certain black elite soccer player while bypassing the keeper.
The elves didn't pay attention but sprinted to the location of their decapitated elf.
"Cahh!"
"Creeee!"
"Croooo!"
They fought amongst themselves, biting each other as they pushed themselves away, competing for who would get the first bite.
Jane moved back as she watched the little monsters fighting on the snowy ground and staining the ground with blue blood.
A slightly psychotic smile made it on her face as she observed the violence.
"Jan-!"
She suddenly vaguely heard her name getting called out, and the voice sounded familiar, yet not at the same time.
"Jane!!!"
The voice got louder, and she finally pinpointed the location while Baldur stared at a set of actions in confusion.
"Is she mad?" "Is she senile?"
They both thought at the same time.
Jane looked toward the location and saw the figure of a familiar yet not familiar brown baby and tilted her head in confusion.
She shook her head and closed her eyes before opening them.
It was a tiny-tiny elf running to her with a minuscule knife.
Jane smiled before kicking the baby as she noticed it got too close to her. She turned to the father-son duo and said, "Well, now that's over, we continue to the castle."
"So, we ignore the sudden pause and slightly psychotic behavior? Alright."
Chucker sarcastically said with a shrug.
Baldur nodded as he followed, "Seems so!"
Jane smiled and moved on.
They continued, not paying any attention to covertness after confirming the nonhostile behavior of the Elves. Well, some of them.
"Baldur, have you noticed a pattern?" Jane said, looking at what people in the modern world would call an amusement park.
It was the final region before finally reaching the castle and climbing up by ladders.
"A pattern!?"
"The more the lights, violence, and festive the atmosphere are, the more joyful and cruel these creatures become. Is that the theme of this world?"
Jane questioned.
"Hmm, yes, yes it is," said Baldur, inspiration flashing in his eyes.
"What would happen if we destroyed everything? Would their non-aggression against fade away, and would they act as they did outside?" Jane said as she slowly took back out her dagger that was still stained.
"I don't think that a good idea. Especially since we have gotten this far-"
Chucker said, but Baldur raised a hand, stopping his speech halfway.
"We are going to destroy everything. I have a theory that the anomaly behind everything-- Will not let us die! Not yet, at least."
Baldur said as he took out his battleax while steadily walking to what one would assume to be a food stand, and instead of typical treats, it sold brains instead.
"Dad, are you sure we should be-Uhm." Chucker wanted to say, but Jane used her hands to cover his mouth.
She smiled as she watched Baldur hike to the stand, and Chucker looked at her with a hint of resentment.
Baldur got to the location, and at the spot stood a crying, bald, bearded middle-aged man with scars on his face as he wore a bloody chef suit.
A bunch of mechanical contraceptions around his body pierced into the future surface of his skin.
In front of the tortured man were elves leaping up and down, waiting for their servings of brain matter.
Baldur casually swung while still standing, turning the elves into a bloody paste.
The Bald Man's face brightened as he watched the heroic Baldur cut down the elves, and he thought, "Will I finally get saved from this suffering?"
Baldur softly placed his hands on the man's chest and gently pushed.
The metal parts turned to dust freeing the man from his binds.
"Is he a Hunter!?" The man said in his mind glimpsing at the mythical and calm nature attitude of Goliath despite being in enemy territory.
𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒎!
Baldur then smashed the fleshy food stall, turning it to rubble and shattering the ground it lay.
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The instance he did that, there was a shift in the atmosphere of the place as all the elves stopped what they were doing as their head slowly turned at a supernatural angle to face them.
Thousands of little red eyes darted to one spot. The festive music stopped, and The carnival games all halted. Only pure silence remained.
:
𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨!
𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨!
𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨!
The lights slowly went off, leaving only the red eyes as the only source of light.
The bald man instantly curled up in fear as he screamed, "I am sorry, I am not part of them. Please don't kill me, please!"
He begged as tears flowed down his eyes while rapidly shaking.
"Get somewhere safe. The three of us will handle it."
Baldur said to the scared man in a comforting voice.
The man refused to move as sweat dripped down his cheeks and a foul smell emitted from his pants.
"I said leave!!!"
Baldur boomed, making the man sober up and leave the premises.
"Thank you. Thank you!"
The man ran out, and Baldur looked at the elves with mockery and rage.
"Your attempts of intimidation are not even subpar at your best…! As a matter of fact."
Baldur dashed to what one would presume to be a Toy Store, except the toys were made of human leather.
"It makes me want to destroy it, even more, RAHHHHHH!!!"
[BOOOM!!]
It got blasted to the skies, discharging a thunderous sound that could deafen the ears of men as he stood from the wreckage like a raging beast.
Baldur then stared at them mockingly while delivering a savage chuckle as white snow stained his beard. His visage now looked like one of a starved wild bear.
"Well…come on!" Baldur slowly threatened.
The elves had enough as cannon materialized in their hands, with their killing intent permeating the air as a malicious smile made its way into their faces, publicizing their sharp razor teeth.
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"STOPPPP!"
A vociferous sound diluted the murderous atmosphere, and everyone on the scene looked toward the voice.
The heavy snow covered the being's form, showing only a dark outline, but one could glimpse the massive physique they adorned that seemed to dwarf that of Baldur and a wooden axe it held in its left hand.
"Let's not scare our guests with our liveliness, ok."
The figure then stepped forward. Jane and co could now see the entirety of the entity.
"Liveliness!!"
Both Chucker and Jane thought, one with disbelief and the other in annoyance.
There stood a white-bearded-haired man, or if it could be called a man, with an unnaturally chiseled physique as he stood there shirtless while wearing a red-white silky hat and red-white comfy pajamas with brown leather shoes on his legs.
The mysterious fellow smiled with his sharp pointy sets of teeth and ringed eyes.
"It took you a while to get here! You should have run faster! I got tired of waiting for you! So, as you can guess! You received a poor welcome because of your lateness and disorderly conduct!"
"Fuck you!!" Balder roared.
…
The entity instantly appeared in front of Baldur, who barely reached his chest.
"I am Sentras, ruler of this beautiful world, your irritating feet lay one…! I am not trying to be a bad host! But-- I own you! So, I urge you to be orderly, or do I have to strangle you with your entrails" Sentras said in a polite tone.
"It will not be me that's getting strangled!"
"Confident, I like you already, ho ho ho."
"You might not like me in a few moments if you don't get out of my face!"
"Hmph!" Sentras then ambled back before coming to an empty spot and thrusting his hand forward to grab the air around a location.
"Follow me, or I am not sure my workers will Appreciate your 'presence' as much as you think they would," Sentras said with a smile while twisting his hands and causing a gap to appear before revealing itself to be a wooden door.
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"We follow the bastard," said Baldur, moving to the door.
"What? Father, but-"
"On it." Jane interrupted him as she walked toward the door.
"There's no difference between staying here and following him. It's all the bastard's world anyway!"
Baldur said with barely contained anger.
"I-yes, father," said Chucker, before rushing to follow them.
They soon crossed the door and closed it on their way.