The bot continued on his way, walking through the forest, all hyped up to finally kill and provide a soul for her goddess of death.
"You must be excited, mother. To finally have 5 new souls added to the chambers of death."
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"You're not? Why? You were never picky on who I kill."
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"...I see. You must be mad that I let them kill me so easily. I guess you're also prideful on how to kill, mother."
He reached out on to his robe's pocket and took out a small knife. He brought it near his mouth, which he opened and licked the tip. The saliva left behind became green and let out a disgusting stench.
"[Poisonous Death]. Will this spell be a sufficient method of me killing them, mother?"
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"Very well. I'll happily kill them with only this very dagger. I, Acheron Cain, will kill these useless men in you're name, my goddess of death."
He bowed to the sky and continued on his merry way.
He walked through and approached his destination, slowly walking as he could. Taking his sweet time with a smile, knowing his victims are all in high alert and he likes it that way.
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Inside a cave, a lamp was luminating inside the entrance, showing a small light coming out of the cave. Inside, were the 5 men who killed Acheron, celebrating with wooden jugs of alcohol.
However, they feel a sinister aura around them, as if they were gonna die or someone wants them dead. The 5 men sweats profusely that their armpits are staining their clothes.
"Hey boss...you feel it too...right?"
The boss nodded slowly as he brought his two hands to his chin. "But...we already killed that kid. You all saw it. Nobody can survive being chopped off like porkchop. Each limb, off."
"But even then...I feel like someone's out to kill us, sir. Sh-should we leave early than usual? O-our goods might ge-"
The leader smacked his subordinate's lip away with a backhand. "Idiot. We can't transport the goods during a snowstorm. It'll get damaged! We just...need to wait it until until tomorrow...the feeling will go away...eventually."
However, after more than 34 minutes, the feeling never disappeared. It just intesified itself. The more as time passes, the more the aura of getting killed crept up on them. The weaker ones began to shake and the leader was sweating.
"Damn it...just what is going o-"
All of a sudden, a strong breeze of ice cold wind entered the extinguished the ever so light and heat of the torches they set up. Even the metal lamps were extenguished. The breeze continue to blow, making every man inside the cave shiver.
"B-boss...w-we should...le-leave now! We ca-can't stay!" His men pleaded.
"It's just...a bit of cold air! We can hand-"
"Just cold air, you say?"
An unfamiliar voice said. A silhouette of a young man was approaching them in one clearing room of the cave. Each footstep being closer.
"Seriously. You aren't even fit to be called bandits, let alone professionals. You don't even know how to kill with style."
The figure said. The figure approached closer and closer until the small light from the entrance finally made him visible. The instant time that they saw the figure made their skin go pale. It was the kid they supposedly chopped up like sushi, holding a knife with a laced tip. Acheron Cain has arrived.
"Nearly an hour of walking and this is the place I arrive to? So not cool for my mother." Cain said with a smile.
"Y-you!? How are yo-Gaah!" A bandit held his throat.
He looks to his side to see the same tipped knife, lunged into his stomach. Purple veins began to show from the wound that was created by the knife as he began to breathe heavily but no oxygen was going inside his body.
"I cannot die yet. My mother demands the souls of the damned. To make them scream before they die. Now, please scream for my mother!"
Cain extends both of his arms to the opposite side, with a maniacal smile. The bandits all look at the one individual bandit that was stabbed. He began to gargle soap bubbles, meaning death drawing near.
Cain only smiled and took this moment of shock and stabbed the other bandits. Of course, with style. He stabbed the 2nd victim througn the neck and slit his throat. The 3rd had been thrown with the same knife to his eye.
"Two more left. I want to have some first before I leave for town." Cain said with a smile.
All of a sudden, 10 strings, 1 each from the tip of his fingers came out. 5 of them enter each of the remaining 2 bandits. As such, he began to move his fingers.
To his movements, he began to manipulate the 2 bodies like mindless puppets. Via the strings, he manipulates them to begin killing each other....slowly and painfully, hitting non-vital and non-lethal spots of the body.
"Please stop!"
"No more! Just kill us!"
The bandits all begged to be killed and spared. Hearing them beg for death was music to Cain's ears, and he knew it was also the music for his mother's ears. The goddess of death was really liking the praises and need for death from the two.
"Yes! Cry more for death! Death is the escape...my mother will be happy about this." Cain said.
He continues to beat them up with the puppetry magic. One of the deaths he experienced before becoming the son of death itself. One of the deaths he deemed fun was this death via puppetry.
Until, the bandits he left were filled with holes in every part of their body. Now, all dead, Cain smiled and went towards the treasures the bandits carried. It was filled with gold, valuable treasures and many more.
"I'll be taking these as a reward. Oh! Don't forget the souls!"
Cain extends his palm towards the body and the souls of the 5 bandits went inside his palm. They all were colored red, indicating the sins they commited. Showing the redness of how bad they were.
"Well...let's see what the kingdom offers."
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TO BE CONTINUED