Chapter 25: Darkness (1/2)
Yura's amethyst eyes were glimmering next to the fire, captivating my thoughts. Sensing my stare, she suddenly tilted her head up to me, giving a light snort before turning around, hiding her rice ball behind her body as if sensing I was going to steal it.
Laughing at her childish behavior, I turned to the new moon as a savage smile spread across my face.
”I'm going to take care of the garbage,” I said before fading into the darkness, shocking Yura as she could not feel my presence.
Leaping to the top of the tree, I hid my aura before rushing to the last pulse of qi I felt from earlier. Like a rocket, I shot through the forest, leaping from tree to tree like a ninja my hands flowing in the wind as I re-enacted to a particular anime. Visibility was not a problem as everything looked as bright as day from my perspective.
After ten minutes of sprinting, I quickly stopped standing high upon a large bulky tree blending into the darkness. A light fire could be seen showering the area in light, causing me to chuckle inwardly. What type of foolish assassin tries to kill someone and makes a fire.
Dropping down, I landed on the ground, making sure not to make even a tremor of noise. My pulse was inaudible, and my body was one with the darkness. Silently stepping forward, I could hear the soft sound of moans.
With his hand over his cock I could see Wynnstan Aytone groaning as he stared at a massive portrait of Yura. In his own world, he didn't even notice me standing a few meters away from him.
”YES, YES, YES YOU LIKE THAT DON'T YA, YOU LITTLE CUNT. ”Wynnstan roared as he released a small amount of white mass all over the portrait. With his hand still wrapped around his cock, he began smearing his semen over her face, smiling with infatuation.
'Oh my god,' Disgust flashed across my eyes as I gasped. I didn't even want to kill him using my spear. Feeling that it would only disgrace the will of my blade.
Shaking my head, I grinned sinisterly as I pulled the arrow Wynnstan shot at me earlier. Flickering forward, I appeared right next to him, stabbing the arrow tip through his pee hole. A squeal that sent a chill down my spine sounded as Wynnstan began foaming at the mouth.
”AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Despair filled his heart as he looked down, howling. His arms flailing madly around. While the Night Rose poison quickly began dissolving his family jewels along with his manhood.
A laugh escaped from my mouth as I saw him clutching his empty crotch screaming for his father repeatably. Tears of blood cascaded down like streams as he begged, ”Father! Father! Please! Please help me. Please.”
My laughter suddenly could not be hidden as it grew even more powerful, losing the elegance I portrayed as my golden eyes shimmered with a black light.
”Wynnstan Aytone, son of Barron Amon Aytone. Tell me, how do you wish to die.” I asked, sending a powerful kick to his face. The crunching of bones vibrating out as his face quickly became indented.
”PLEASE, YOUNG MASTER, FORGIVE ME, PLEASE!!!” Wynnstan shouted as he coughed up a mouth full of blood and teeth.
Sneering, I looked up, knowing that Grimlor and the other were currently watching this little show. Giving a cruel smile, I eyed Wynnstan, whose lower body was slowly turning black as the midnight sky.