Kaito stood before the gate of the Town of the Zombie Devil, his breath heavy as he absorbed the ominous sight before him. The forest path he had just traversed seemed like a mere prelude to the terror that awaited him here. The trail behind him had been cloaked in an unnatural darkness, the trees gnarled and clawing at the sky, their whispers still echoing in his mind. But this gate... this was different. This was a doorway into death itself.
The gate was enormous, towering over Kaito, crafted from decayed wood and blackened iron. It groaned with the weight of centuries, its surface etched with grotesque carvings-scenes of the dead rising, consuming the living, and bowing before a hulking figure: the Zombie Devil. Chains hung loosely from the gate, rattling faintly in the still air, as if moved by unseen hands. Above the archway, an inscription in a long-forgotten language glowed faintly green, pulsating like a heartbeat.
Beyond the gate, the faint moans and guttural growls of the undead could be heard, a chilling chorus that made Kaito's cursed blood stir. The mist that had clung to the forest floor now thickened, coiling like living tendrils around his feet, as if trying to drag him closer.
Kaito clenched his fists, his light brownish hair damp with sweat despite the cold air. His cursed powers flared slightly, reacting to the oppressive energy emanating from the town. His blue eyes glowed faintly, mirroring the eerie light of the gate's inscription, a reminder of the darkness he carried within.
"This is it," he muttered, his voice steady despite the tension in his body. "No turning back now."
He reached out and pushed the gate. It resisted at first, the sound of rusted hinges screaming into the void, but with a surge of his strength, it creaked open, revealing the horrors within.
The town sprawled out before him like a twisted nightmare. The streets were littered with broken bones, shattered weapons, and pools of viscous black liquid. Zombies wandered aimlessly, their bodies twisted and grotesque. Some dragged themselves along the ground, leaving trails of decayed flesh. while others stalked upright, their lifeless eyes glowing faintly green.
The air was suffocating, heavy with the stench of rot and decay. Kaito felt the oppressive aura of the Zombie Devil weighing down on him, a constant pressure that gnawed at his resolve. Each step forward was met with resistance, as if the town itself was trying to repel him.
Suddenly, a loud, guttural roar echoed through the streets, shaking the very ground beneath him. The zombies turned in unison, their dead eyes locking onto Kaito.
"So, the welcoming committee is here," Kaito said, a grim smirk forming on his face. He flexed his fingers. feeling the cursed power within him surge to life. "Let's dance."
With that, Kaito stepped fully into the town, the gate slamming shut behind him with a deafening finality. The battle had begun.
Kaito stood still, his sharp blue eyes scanning the streets of the Zombie Devil's town. The eerie glow of green light cast long shadows over the decayed buildings, and the moans of the undead echoed all around him. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the ground beneath his feet was slick with blackened filth. He could feel the oppressive weight of the cursed energy emanating from every corner of this forsaken place, but he stood unshaken.
As he studied the horde of zombies wandering aimlessly, one of them suddenly turned its glowing eyes toward him. The creature let out a low, guttural growl and began sprinting, its twisted, skeletal frame moving unnaturally fast. Kaito didn't flinch. His cursed powers stirred within him, waiting for release.
The zombie closed the distance quickly, its jagged claws reaching out to tear into him. But just as it lunged, Kaito unleashed his True Devil Form.
Dark energy erupted around him, and his body transformed in an instant. His fair skin darkened, sharp horns jutted out from his head, and his claws extended into deadly weapons. His glowing blue eyes now burned like hellfire, and his aura radiated pure malice.
Before the zombie could react, Kaito swung his clawed hand in a single, powerful arc. The zombie's body exploded into pieces, its rotted flesh and black blood splattering across the ground. Kaito straightened, his expression cold and unfeeling as he watched the lifeless remains crumble.
But the sound of the kill drew the attention of the rest of the horde. Slowly, the other zombies turned toward him, their hollow eyes locking onto their new target. One by one, they began to shuffle forward, their moans growing louder and more menacing.
Kaito smirked, flexing his claws. "So, you all want to die again? Fine by me."
The Night of Slaughter
The zombies attacked in waves, their sheer numbers overwhelming, but Kaito tore through them with savage brutality. His claws sliced through flesh and bone as if they were nothing, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake.
One zombie lunged at him from the side, but Kaito caught it mid-air, crushing its skull with his bare hand. Another tried to grab him from behind, but he spun around, impaling it on the sharp spikes that protruded from his back.
His movements were swift and precise, a deadly dance of destruction. With each swing of his claws. several zombies fell, their bodies torn apart and their cursed blood staining the streets. He ripped through the horde like a storm, his True Devil form giving him strength far beyond human limits.
Hours passed, and the slaughter continued. The ground was littered with the mangled remains of the undead, and the streets ran black with their blood. But the zombies kept coming, their relentless nature forcing Kaito to fight without pause.
By the time he had killed 1.200 of them, his body began to falter. His movements slowed, and his breaths came in heavy gasps. The endless fighting had drained his energy, and his cursed powers began to wane..