Chapter 13 - Wrath and Bloodlust
As Glade confidently walked away, he was being looked upon by his many classmates as nothing but a breathing, enormous moneybag.
'I will tell my brother about him. Then he will tell his friends. Maybe they will form like a secret group that will force him out of the mansion and into a certain dark place where we will beat the hell out of him and ask him to provide cash for all of us. That's the only way we would be able to accomplish our near-ceaseless extraction of wealth from this walking, large pouch of coins. Haha.' A guy called Aphestoles, said internally with a scheming smile on his face.
This guy, had two Blessings, which were Mind Compulsion and Decimating Infernal Body Explosion. The former allowed him to relentlessly force ideas into the minds of others. He would be like a puppet master, and whoever that was being mind-compelled by him, the compelled puppet. As for the latter, it was a destructive ability that would end in the instant demise of that person. Once activated, any parts of the person's body that he gazes upon would explode into intensely-flame-torched splinters. It would seem as though fire was used to burn them further having burst into pieces.
Once Aphestoles taught up to here, a smile appeared on his face before looking away, sure that money was coming to him soon. He couldn't wait for school to close before heading home to divulge everything to his brother who was supremely skilled in scheming and plotting than him.
But, not only Aphestoles was scheming against Glade, many more did so in the darkest recesses of their hearts.
When Glade got to the school's massive gate, before he could really leave through it, he heard a sudden whoosh and the instant, unexpected appearance of someone in front of him.
He immediately looked to see who that was and saw an elder he had never seen before.
Understanding that he had to be polite to the elder, even if he was leaving the academy because he was expelled, he humbly bowed and greeted, "Greetings, great elder."
"I don't need your greetings." The elder directly said with a really unfriendly expression carved on his face.
Then gazing harshly with a concealed ominous intent in his heart that Glade instantly perceived and became tremendously wary, the elder asked with a dreadful tone, "So, you are a part of the Gaelvenmore family? The family that refuses to back any political party despite all the wealth they have? Anyway, they will it spend all on sicknesses, since they continued to turn down the Great Alliance Party."
Immediately the elder, who was actually a part—top-secret high-ranking official of the Great Alliance Party said that, he instantly struck Glade with a palm that became suddenly tattooed with hundreds of abstruse symbols and glowed with a sinister and blood-chilling, deep black-yellow light.
BANG!
Glade who was exceedingly wary of an attack from the elder, but still found himself unable to evade the forebodingly glowing palm that struck into him with immense force and speed, found himself flying off and smashing really hard at the gate just a few feet behind him.
Once the venomously-gazing elder did that, he spitefully spat at the ground before Glade and vanished, returning to the council like nothing had happened.
Glade, who had his body inflicted with curses that ferociously rampaged through him, began to convulse on the ground in severe pain. The pain was exceedingly intense that he couldn't help but groan in extremely excruciating agony and have his eyes turn entirely blurry.
However, after rolling and violently shaking on the ground for sometime, the intense unbearable pains he felt gruesomely racking his senses, soul, and spirit, suddenly stopped.
Once this happened, Glade instantly felt relieved. It was like someone who was engulfed in fire and burned, but suddenly found a really cold deep pool to jump into to extinguish the burning hot flame and feel cool.
Once that happened, Glade produced a deep sigh of tremendous relief before standing to his feet. He then looked at the area of his body where the palm struck him and saw that a certain enigmatic pattern that was possibly previously engraved on his skin, had rapidly began to fade away.
He exhaled and began to wonder if it was his body that neutralized the attack, or that the curse which the elder struck him with had stopped and would act later in the day, or every other night, making him suffer tremendously.
Not knowing what was going to really happen, he had his eyes suddenly shine with unbounded, immense anger and endless, great hatred. So, this elder from the council actually wanted to end his life and that of his family, just because they didn't intend on ever supporting the political party that he possibly clandestinely backed with their enormous wealth that they worked hard for?
He shook his head and recalled the elder's smug and punchable, middle-aged face and said within himself, 'I don't know what you are called. And I don't care how powerful you are. Very soon, you will have me to contend with. Because I will come at you with the anger of ten thousand resentful savages and strike you dead. I promise."
"And if you think you will stay hidden forever in that place called the Council Ground, I will demolish it, fish you out and viciously annihilate you. And if any of your evil-plotting colleagues in that place try as much as to stop me, or even oppose me, they will face the same fate as you; extremely agonizing obliteration." Glade said and immediately turned around, fathomless anger burning in the great depth of his heart.
This was the first time ever that he wrathfully swore to kill someone out of vengeful fury, since the person had developed malicious and deep malevolent intentions of hurting his family whom he loved so much and would dearly protect from every rampaging destructive storm that would head towards them from every conceivable direction.
So, by doing this, the strong-ferric-smell-emitting aura of slaughter—one that felt like he just emerged from a deep pool of blood after being fully immersed in it for days, began to exude from him. Also, a powerful and unfathomably great murderous intent that would tremendously flourish and explosively erupt from him like behemoth-armies-overwhelming tides once he was faced by anyone that would try to sinisterly contend or challenge him, or try as much as hurt anyone in his family—even in the slightest, began to emanate from him.
At the moment, two Blessings had started to operate within him. These were Unstoppable Savagely Execution and Tyrannous Blood-Lusting Slaughter.
Once these two types of Blessings surfaced and began to function within him, he was suddenly filled with the powerful, overflowing intent to barbarically slay all creatures.
He could however surprisingly control it, not surrendering himself to the overpowering, intense bloodlust that had totally embraced him and caused his eyes to glow with a savage and dread-striking, ominous blood-red light, and his blood to surge within him in excessive excitement for continuous and forceful blood spouts, fountains, and spills that would erupt from halved bodies, sliced necks, severed limbs, slashed and broken skulls, and so on.