March 5th, 984. 18:40 PM (19:20 Remaining)
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''Haah.....Haah.....Haah.....''
I was panting, staring down at the body of the man i'd just killed.
The wakashu layed on the cold hard pavement, his torso and head did atleast, i'd taken some particular liberties with killing this one, the other limbs we're strewn across various buildings and dumpsters, some impaled on hardblood spears, some that i opted to just kick away.
Multiple of the wakashu had tried to run away, couldn't really blame them for it, unfortunately it was ''had tried'' and not ''had'', and of the ones who did, this one got the furthest, a pretty good distance away all things considered, i could barely see the cafe from here.
''Haah...Fuckin....haah.....finna-NGH!'' My little celebration was cut short by the sharp pain expanding troughout my right shoulder, i'd managed to get nicked from behind during that cafe brawl....shit left a nasty looking wound, a mix between a laceration and a smooth cut, if i hadn't turned around to play jenga with his internal organs fast enough my entire arm would've been taken off.
It's not like it would kill me, im a second kindred after all, but i'd be lying if i tried to say it didn't hurt like hell, there was a simple fix though.
''...Shit...'' My other hand came to hold my shoulder in place, trying my best not to wince. ''How did father do that again.....''
''He sort of just....'' I trailed off while looking at the limb
''Sigh.'' My eyes looked down at the corpse beneath me, spesificaly at its neck, subconciously licking my lips.
Hoisted him up by his hair towards me, causing god knows how much blood to begin cascading down the innumerable number of wounds i've inflicted upon him.
I opened my mouth wide, as much as i could.
''Ah~''
And brought one of those wounds towards it, the torn off area where his arm should've been, inhaling the sweet red nectar that flowed down into my mouth until i've had my fill.
My ears tuned out the sound my arm was making, bones rattling back into place first, then the blood vessels regrowing, followed by the muscles, then the nerves, and finnaly a fresh layer of skin forming over the whole thing.
I pulled away from the wound with satisfied sigh, tossing the corpse away into a nearby dumpster, taking a moment to stare at my newly healed arm.
''..Good as new.'' I lightly dusted my shoulder, turned my attention back to the cafe in the far off distance, and began my walk.
The path was littered with countless corpses of kurokumo clan members....that i killed.
Felt surreal in a way, seeing the bodies of all the people who i was once so scared of just....dead in the street, by my hands no less.
Took alot of liberties with weapons i used...just sort of picked the ones whose shape and weight felt nice in my hands, and pretty much all of those weapons we're now embedded in their mangled corpses.
Decided to take a step up from scythes, tried a greatsword for a change, but it still didn't feel right, tried supplementing that greatsword with some javelins, still didn't feel right.
Moved onto staffs, it was fun blowing people's heads off i guess, but...didn't feel right.
Going past the staffs was when i was starting to get actually worried that i'd never find a weapon that suited me, tried a shortsword for a change, which, while it felt nimble and nice to wield in my hands, it still didn't hit the spot.
The closest i'd gotten was with an odachi, yknow, one of those long katanas that a few of the kurokumos love to use so much, sliced and diced pretty well, but still, there was an itch i couldn't scratch, suppose i'l just have to practice more...
Anyways, back on topic, i'd reached the cafe shortly after my little weapon trip episode, didn't need to use the door....
Cause i kicked a man trough it.
''Oiii, father.'' I peeked my head inside.
The state of the cafe was fucking atrocious to say the least, just like how i'd left it, every single surface, no matter how small, was stained with blood, the entire floor covered with stomped out flesh and guts, and that owner? Yup, nowhere to be seen.
Chairs and tables we're all broken too of course, no shit.
My gaze sweeped the interior, trying to-
....See Byron calmly sipping on a milkshake in the corner of the room...
''.....What the fuck are you doing.''
He turned to look up at me.
''I'm merely enjoying a beverage, the shaken milk is quite nice i must admit.''
Now Byron drinking a milkshake in here was a bit morbid, but the fact he was doing it while curled up in the fetal position in a fuckoff corner, and the fact that the milkshake's contents and the whipped cream we're a deep red was just.....
..Whatever i guess.
''Uh, good for you i guess, now can we please go to the adress that wakashu gave us....i wanna get this over with as soon as-''
Byron chugged the remaining half of the glass in one go, then sat up and scooped me up into his arms like i weighed nothing...
Before i even realized what was happening.
''-Possibl-''
''How the fuck did you just do that?''
''Hmph, secret.''
''Also, mind your language.''
''Look just....lead the way i guess, it's around an hour's walk away from here...''
''An...hour?''
He tilted his head in confusion.
''But did you not say that it was around 10 kilometers away from this ''Kafae''....i could clear such a distance within mere minu-''
A soft snoring cut him off.
It was me, having already fallen asleep in his arms.
''....Ah.''
''I see.''
He began walking shortly after that.
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March 5th, 984. 20:00 (18:00 Remaining)
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The building was as close to something you could gawk at in the backstreets, a skyscraper stretching far out into the clouds, the exact place where the reigning syndicate of these particular backstreets had made their home
Byron spotted them, what remained of the kurokumo clan, standing infront of it, weapons held with white knuckled grips, faces pale.
They were afraid, reasonably so.
Except for one of course, the captain, who was glaring at the first kindred cradling a sleeping child in his arms with a vengeance that could rival that of the middle.
''Greetings-''
''JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY!''
Who charged at Byron the moment he saw him, in a fit of pure rage, swinging his katana overhead at the first kindred.
SPLATTER
Who stuck a hand trough his chest before it could reach his forehead, ripping out his stillbeating heart, letting it drop to the floor to be stomped into a stain on the road underneath his foot.
The morale of the remaining kurokumo clan members plummeted but....it didn't matter, it never mattered.
''My sincerest apologies'' Byron stretched his hand out towards the corpse of the captain.
This was a fight they were going to lose from the start.
And as the kindred before them shoved his hand back into the gaping hole within the captain's torso, his hand now encompassed by a jagged hardblood armblade, a spiral coiling down to his forearm, pointing it at the nearest man, who immedietely began shaking with fear.
He only muttered the following
''But you seem to have been a great source of stress for my kindred.''
''And thusly.''
''You will repay your debt in blood.''