Chapter 127: The Ripp... The Butcher of the Nines (1/2)

It has been about three days since I arrived withing Hallr, and It has been a blast. The people of Midgard are all crazy bastards. They love to party and kill. If you are living in Hallr, then you will experience one of these two things at least once a week. These bastards have no concept of life...well, at least that's how it is for the lower class.

Throwing back a massive jug of beer, I could hear the roars of laughter as they cheered, ”ARSENE ARSENE ARSENE.”

Feeling the fiery flames of the rough beer against my chest, I emptied my jug, slamming it down with ferocity as they cheered. This was my ninth cup, and it was tough, if not impossible, for me to get drunk anymore.

Flashing my white teeth, I turned to look at the bewitching blonde Viking eyeing me like meat. Pressing her breast against my arm, I could feel her hands reaching for my manhood as she found her target. Not showing any expression, I grinned, ”You know the rules, fill her up and beat me.”

Biting her lips, the bartender suddenly filled my cup along with the blonde and a few others before we chugged down. The night was quite young, but as time began to slip, a cold light flashed through my eyes. Looking at the bodies that littered the floor, I arose, gazing at the blonde keened over and barely conscious.

Turning to the bartender, I shook my head, handing him five bronze ore, ”Send her home. It seems I will be heading home alone tonight. Maybe next time?”

”Ay, careful, Arsene. I head the Butcher of The Nines has taken Nine people already. their head, feet, and hands have all been found. Stay out of Nines street, ok. He likes to drop body parts there. ”

”Much appreciated, brother. I will be sure to watch my ass.” I said, firmly shaking his arms as he flashed me a smile. I had been coming to 'Descendants,' the name of this bar, for the past three days. Spending a good amount of money to enjoy my time.

Slipping out the bar, I looked up at the night sky fading into the darkness as I appeared before a particular mansion of my choice. My target was named Skad, a female, age twenty-five, Talent high, cultivation about peak stage of Realm of Man potentially in Life Gate stages although chances are low.

Smelling the air, the scent of peaches filled my nose as I stealthily stepped into her mansion. Skad was a rather rich woman that married in her early years. She had no kids as her husband died about two years ago...to her, as a matter of fact. Apparently, she claimed that she was far too young to marry and plowed five people in front of her husband. Unable to take it anymore, her husband drew his sword leading Skad to drive his own sword up his rectum, leaving him to bleed out as she returned to her orgy.

They say her screams of pleasure were so loud that her late husband died not to form the blade but rather from heartbreak. When the guards found Skad, she was covered in nothing but sperm as she continued without care. It had taken hours for her to give a statement of what happened.

Wandering the halls, I approached her room without a sound in my step, watching as she laid on all fours, being taken by a man from behind and another pounding her throat. A look of ecstasy could be seen as she moaned. Her body jiggling as the man from behind clenched her haired pulling it back, as she screamed in pleasure. Flashing my spear through one of their heads, I smiled as warm blood flowed over her naked body.

A look of confusion could be seen, but it was too late as I severed the man's head whose cock was in her mouth before Dragonsbene pierced her throat, ”I wonder if you're safe to eat. Are AIDS a thing in Midgard? What are you saying, Arsene? You have an adaptable body. You will be fine. Although that is what most people say and end up getting it.”