72 Justice 2 (1/2)
Daneel stabbed the stomach of a woman dressed in a pink gown. She gasped onto his face, hot breath stinging his cheeks while her blood flowed down his hand and turned her clothes a glaring crimson.
'Am I getting a tad too… I dunno, killhungry?'
As she collapsed to the floor, he stepped past her, glancing once at the two dead dwarves she had been torturing on the street, shouting commands to her personal guards whom he had killed first, while she had lain whimpering to the side.
If he had thought that the passing of so much time might have calmed down the town, he had been wrong. As if they had found the perfect opportunity to satiate their deepest, darkest desires, many of the nobles had taken to the streets, chasing and hunting the dwarves who had been left behind as they either hadn't heard the call for retreat, or had been captured by the enforcers.
He went to the next street and found an even bloodier scene. The next few seconds were a blur with him abusing his aura to render his enemies weak and ready for the slaughter, and when he once again paused while the blood from a noble's neck gushed onto his clothes, he thought, 'Er… yeah, something is wrong. I have killed my fair share of cruel folk back on Angaria… but I wasn't this bloodthirsty, right? System? Any answers?'
Before he could hear its response, a sniffling sound from somewhere nearby made the rage drown everything else, again. Running in its direction, he saw a child wearing the garb of a slave being toyed with by three children who were all nobles.
He studied the scene for a moment, still undiscovered as he was at the corner of the street. The slave was a girl. Her long hair was constantly being pulled by the teenagers who got close to her. She was groped, too, and one of them tried to pull away her robes, resulting in them ripping and exposing her bony legs.
They laughed when they saw her run and huddle up against the wall. Making lewd comments, they stepped forward, determined this time to overpower her, and do as they wished.
With a snarl, unable to control himself, he sprang forward, the knife whistling in the air as it flew towards the noble closest to him.
He was able to stop at the last moment. The kid had frozen, eyes as wide as saucers as he saw the blade at his neck that had already drawn a trickle of blood, and while looking into that terrified face, Daneel finally snapped out of it once again.
'Okay, enough! Something is definitely wrong! System, give me the answer again!'
[Responding to host. Host created a connection with the weak Will of the World by caring for those born to it. It appears that the Will has been constantly witnessing the atrocities against its people, which has led to it taking on a vengeful nature. When host uses its power and controls the magic of this world through it, host also gives into its viciousness, which years for the deaths of the oppressors. Hence, host has been trapped in a bloodthirsty frenzy directed at the chief abusers of power in the town. Host has managed to withdraw from the vengeful miasma, now. However, if the power of the Will of the World is used once more, host will be taken under its control again.]
With a shudder, he let go of the knife and let it clutter to the pavement. The nobles all looked at him, and from the way their faces went completely pale, he realized that he must definitely be cutting a gruesome figure.
He saw it in the eyes of the one he had been about to kill. He was almost completely drenched in blood, his face a deep red due to the dried gore it had been plastered with again and again. Bits of men and women clung to his clothes that were completely unrecognizable from what they had been before. Even his teeth were bloody, but he had been ignoring it until now; it was only when he noticed this that he was able to taste the saltiness, which made him stagger to the side and retch.
By the time he stopped the bile from rising to his throat, he looked up and saw that the nobles had run away. It was a wise decision, all in all. He looked like such a demon that even the one he had come to save stared at him as if he was the god of death come to take her away from the cruel world, but with a smile, he tried to approach her and tell her that it was alright.
Screaming, she ran away, too, leaving Daneel with his hand outstretched and a sheepish face.
'One might think that after experiencing so much, I would be hard-pressed to find something that could still surprise me… but if so, then they are very, very wrong. As the Godking, again, I thought that it was time to completely take control… but I've been used! It's not a bad thing, though… and really, who could have guessed that the Will of the World, which is supposed to be an impartial force like nature, can grow vengeful? Well, I guess torture and death have been the specialties of this town for far too long…'
Taking support from a nearby wall, he gasped for breath, suddenly realizing that he was extremely exhausted. He was still only a Neophyte, after all, and he had been going from street to street, noble to noble, enforcer to enforcer, stabbing them or hammering them to death, sometimes even getting into fights just for the heck of it even if he could use the aura to make them stretch forth their necks willingly.