There are a few ghosts left to eradicate.
Acier closed his eyes. The wind blew, then, sand mixed with the white light of Acier's spirit flew. The shaman's existence disappeared without a trace.
The Pocong ghost, baby bajang, and Kuntilanak ghost have all been killed by Ahio. Dust mixed with the light of Acier's spirit passed to the angel of death's sense of smell. It smells good.
Seth.
Ahio turned around.
"Acier!"
She also approached Acier. Looking for Acier in all directions. "Where is he?"
Fathur looked away, not wanting to meet Ahio's gaze. "Gone. He's gone."
Ahio was frozen and didn't move, stunned, and didn't speak. "You mean?"
"He's gone forever."
Ahio looked to the left. Quickly look back. Acier's pet pocong and kuntilanak ghosts are nowhere to be seen. It disappeared without a trace.
Without saying anything, Ahio turned around. She gripped the stick with blood dripping from the tip tightly.
Fathur followed behind to make sure Ahio had come home, not taking the lives of random people.
***
Brushhh.
Ahio woke up because he was splashed with water, the angel of death was still in the process of collecting her life, gaping, blinking in confusion. Ahio's eyes flashed with a red wet mark on a Forehead. Someone had attached a small amount of liquid to the angel of death while she was still sleeping.
"Feels familiar," thought Ahio. She came to her senses and looked up. "Acier?"
"Fathur." Fathur folds up the blanket around a place. Ahio gaped. "I sleep on the floor?"
"Hmm."
A short and cold answer reminded Ahio of Acier.
Stregkhhh!
Ahio pulled the collar of Fathur's shirt. The position of the shaman and the angel of death look at each other with sharp eyes. Fathur looked down and Ahio was below. A pitch-black aura emanated. "Where's Acier!?"
A thicker dark aura emerged from Ahio but it had no effect on Fathur at all, he ignored it.
"In a dream, Acier said he entrusted you and the life-giving angel to me. One thing is certain, the awakening of your 100% basic abilities is a sign that Acier's task is complete. He is dead."
Fathur slapped Ahio's hand away.
The angel of death was stunned. "No way... This is too sudden."
"Now do your job."
Strickh.
Ahio's head throbbed. She grimaced clutching her head.
Check it out. Ceklek.
The door opened revealing the figure of Jarvas, beside that person was Lian.
Lian has panda eyes, puffy eye bags, and a dull wrinkled face typical of people who lack care. She's not worth looking at. Chaotic and gloomy.
"You're like a zombie," said Jarvas patting Lian's head.
He turned to look at Ahio. "And YOU have a headache. This Is A Hard Code, to get you guys to immediately carry out a task as the angel." Jarvas explained.
Ahio looked up. "Acier... He must not die," said the angel of death in a weak, weak voice.
A large vein bulged on Jarvas' forehead. He snorted. "Enough, Ahio. Hurry and go."
Lian stared at Ahio in silence, face expressionless and lacking enthusiasm for life. "I'll go first." In one blink Lian's eyes disappeared as if they were swallowed by the earth.
Ahio held her head tired and gripping Hair until it was tangled out of shape. "She is an Angel who gives life, not takes it away. And that does not burn emotions, common sense, and mental health. Our duty is swapped is not appropriate..."
Ahio's soul felt like it was flying out of her body.
***
Even though it is difficult, to simultaneously kill the Mind and destroy Common sense, Ahio cannot avoid it, she must fulfill a duty. If she was careless, Ahio's head would hurt and throb. Brain melting.
Of the many people Ahio met to have their lives taken, the angel of death arrived in a small, dark, dirty alley.
Ahio wiped away the tears of blood on her Face which was mentally and psychologically tiring. NOW, any liquid that comes out of the angel of death is red.
The angel of death took a deep breath before entering a hallway.
From an old drink can in the corner, blood gushed out in a small, quiet stream, from a thick liquid containing iron forming a lump of flesh until a fully formed individual.
Ahio didn't notice that matter, she was fixated on a half-naked woman being fondled by A jerk man.
The angel of death's tears immediately dried without a trace of seeping into the skin of her face when she witnessed this depraved thing.
Wooshhh.
Through the blowing wind, Ahio arrived right behind A Jerk Man. Ahio's initial intention was to immediately push A Man turned burly against the wall, but who knows the whisper of the devil from where the angel of death precisely touched the nape of that Mature Man.
Unconsciously, the man felt even more comfortable, at that moment Ahio's fingers went down to the vital part, namely the man's penis.
"Ah..."
Ahio's hot air blew against a man's neck, Moans of pleasure echoing in a quiet and dirty hallway.
Two up to three strokes angel of death give, on the fifth movement, Ahio gripped one of Bastard Man's testicles tightly.
Boom!
One testicle exploded.
"ARGHHH!"
Howls of pain replaced the melodious rhythm of hot lust, A Man's body convulsed as if he had been electrocuted.
A Woman who is the victim glared and screamed hysterically. Her hand covered her mouth to block out the sound of screaming.
She stepped back even though she didn't move anywhere because she had been stuck to the wall from the start.
The function of brain signals and muscle movements was completely out of sync, whether consciously or not, the woman crept sideways to the other side of the wall, enough to create a safe distance between her and the man convulsing.
PES!
The other testicle exploded followed by smoke emitting a foul smell from the man's crotch. The blood-red liquid flowed out of it.
"Hah... Hah... Hah..."
*****