"Help, help me!"
The man, whose lower body had completely disappeared, vomited blood as he trudged down the hall, dragging out a shocking trail of blood.
Seeing someone walk in the doorway, the gray eyes burst with an overwhelming hope.
"Help me..."
He raised his hand as if in a flashback, but it only lasted for an instant before his body crumpled into nothingness and he slumped to the ground completely lifeless.
Eleazar watched in silence as the tragic light of life withered away.
Along the trail of blood, he slowly raised his head and looked down the hallway to the garden that looked like a slaughterhouse.
A translucent shadow slowly floated out.
Shaped like a skeleton, he could not see the lower half of his body, dragging a tattered cloak, and his withered arm carried a green, glowing martingale.
There's a lot of folklore about it, apparitions, ghosts, evil spirits... And so on.
And in the world of darkness, its remarkable legends are just as numerous; the End of Life, the Lords of Death, the Undying Legendaries, the Witch-Demons, the Necromancers...
The orthodox term is: Demon Spirit
Affiliation: Ghost Spirit Department
Possessing a near-eternal lifespan, the obsession is unbreakable, the form is indestructible, and wisdom is born out of the long hours, thus enabling the creation of jaw-dropping miracles.
The demonic spirit in front of him, if it possessed the legendary title, might be able to extinguish the killing intent in Eleazar's heart.
But it didn't.
It has no weapons, no jewelry accessories it, and no spell props of any kind.
It only kills by instinct, and even if it is harassed by the living it only dares to come out into action after dark.
It's a newborn demonic spirit that can't be more than a year old.
A short distance of a few dozen meters, by the time it drifted into attack range, Eleazar had already scoped it out.
Without any trial and error, the two sides engaged in the deadliest of fights as soon as they met.
Its figure slowly vanished into nothingness, but soon, a soul-crushing hiss suddenly appeared behind it, and along with it, a deep, bone-piercing coldness that seemed to be able to solidify the blood of the living.
Eleazar's body stiffened, and his movements inevitably slowed.
He stiffly inclined his head, and in his afterglow, he saw that the Demon Spirit had already swung out his withered left arm and that tattered body erupted with incredibly terrifying strength, the sweeping arm trailing lurid residual shadows, seemingly trying to cut him off at the waist.
The man on the floor, maybe that's how he died.
If he hadn't reacted, he would have stepped into that ending as well.
Eleazar's gaze drops, the icy cold that solidified his bloodline vanishing straight away as his body instantly turns back around and his right hand, which wears a silver ring, flips over and up.
If it had been a flesh and blood enemy, the blow would have resounded with the stirring sound of ripping flesh and blood, accompanied by aromatic splatters of blood, broken arms flying, and screams of agony.
But none of this happened, the blade returned with an extremely poor feel, and the two invisible energies seemed as if they hadn't produced any collision, each slashing through in silence.
A thrilling roundhouse chop ends, and Eleazar stands on his feet with a heavy lurch of his heels, looking coldly at the demonic spirit in front of him.
Its movements stalled a bit, and it looked as if it was filled with doubt.
Eleazar immediately pulls out his revolver and seizes the opportunity to fire a shot.
"Bang--"
...
Heavy rain fell on the courtyard, and Investigator Vesey, who was struggling to walk, froze and heard gunshots coming from inside.
He was about to speed up his pace to get there when he heard the sound of something heavy falling behind him.
Looking back, I saw a yellow figure and realized it was the female medical student who had slipped and fallen to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
Vesey cursed, unable to sit back and do nothing he could only turn back again and help her up.
She seemed to have broken her ankle, and her face, white from the rain, was screwed together in some pain.
"What are you adding to the mess here."
Vesey cursed and wrapped one hand around the other's waist while her shoulders gave out to lift her, stumbling a bit as she hurried toward the villa.
Having managed to walk into the building, they just breathed a sigh of relief and then looked up to see the sight of a lifetime.
The dark-haired youth with cold eyes was in a fight to the death with an evil spirit that was dragging black smoke flying in the sky.
He held the revolver, his feet moving with trusting idleness as he moved easily from one lunge to another and instantaneous flashes of attack behind him, now and then making a vain stroke with his right hand as if he were still holding something unseen.
"It's... This... This is..." Vesey's eyes froze.
The female medical student bit her lower lip, her eyes dead set on the scene.
"Hurry up and remember, you must remember, this time you must never forget again..."
"What are you talking about?" Vesey turned her head to look at her, her gaze still shocked, as if she hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that this was right in front of her.
Eve flicked her lips and was about to say something, but her eardrums were penetrated by the sudden sound of gunfire.
"Bang!"
When they covered their ears and looked up, they found another bowl-sized wound on the evil spirit that would not heal.
The demonic spirit went berserk on the spot, its figure instantly splitting into four, dragging rolling black smoke as it swarmed from all sides.
Vesey subconsciously let out a startled cry, "Look out!"
If that black-haired youth died, then what would happen to them... He didn't dare to imagine it at all.
And just then, a round of dazzling blue light bloomed, followed by an endless spread of icy cold, laying white frost on everything along the road.
"Stand back!"
A bellowing voice rang in their ears, and the two who were stunned only then reacted, falling backward on their asses, their hands propping up their bodies as they kept retreating.
Finally, the white frost that condensed everything stopped perilously close to their heels.
Vesey and Eve, both of them, watched this with pale faces.
Perhaps they realized at this moment that Mystery...was far more dangerous than they had thought.
Eleazar, in the center of the icy cold, is completely unaffected, and the thing in his hand reveals its true form.
It was an invisible blade, dragging an eerie blue light through the ice fog, light, and shadows streaking across the room, quickly shattering the four ghosts that had congealed into ice sculptures.
"The end... Is it over?"
Vixey asked stupidly.
Without a word, Eleazar headed for the garden, forcing the figure cowering in the shadows out.
"Ah..."
The eight-bearded man, whose scalp seemed to be torn off, screamed miserably, clutching the heathered box in his arms with one hand and pressing his hair with the other in a futile struggle.
Eleazar threw him in front of the broken body and said coldly, "Tell me what's going on."
"No... It's none of my business, I warned them not to touch the cursed jewel!"
He gulped and said in a shaky voice, "It was them... It was they who got themselves killed because they were too greedy and wanted to take everything."
Vesey's body shook a little at the sound of that, and she walked up to him with a face full of disbelief.
"What do you mean... They're... All dead!?"