Chapter 266: 032 – Mercy Is The…
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It looked like morning had come early in Willcolly, as a ball of flame loomed high above the village.
The roosters began to crow in the late hours of the night as if experiencing first light, but their morning cries were cut short as the little sun in the sky released waves of flame that washed them away.
The villagers fled in a panic, but their panic was the cause of their undoing, it made them slow and sluggish, and they often trampled on one another, by this point in the night a good portion of the deaths were caused by trampling instead of Lirian's attacks.
Bosh was currently leading a group of a few hundred to one side of the village, there were two bridge's in total, he'd seen many of the villagers running to the main entrance, so he ran over to the rear entrance of the village.
"Keep in line," he shouted at some of the children who were currently crying and causing their parents to stray, it was no easy task to guide a group this size through the narrow roads.
A sudden flame came crashing down, before the group, creating a line of fire in the road, that extended to the thatched roofs of the other homes.
The group came to an abrupt halt and tried to turn around only to find another barrier of flames blocking their path, cries of hopelessness rang out from the group as they realised that it was hopeless.
They had run as far as they could, but the evil cultivator had caught up to them.
They heard a slight hum over the crackling flames, and as they scanned the area before them, they saw a man walking through the flames.
A sword they all recognised was held firmly in his hands, it was the long sword that so many of them had admired when they went to visit Mr Cassy's home, the flames flickered of the blade that threatened to reap their lives.
Holding it was the man they had worshipped for days, but now he was the embodiment of a demon in their gaze.
Fresh blood dripped of the silver blade, it was no secret that it was the blood of so many innocents, they had heard the screams resounding across the village.
Lirian approached on shaky feet, the voice in his head was growing ever louder, every time he slashed the blade several lives would come to an end he spared none at, some would condemn him for killing the children, but in his eyes weren't they all just children.
The one that seemed to condemn him the most was that persistent voice that clapped like thunder in his head, "mercy is the…" it pleaded over and over again.
The part that drove Lirian most mad, was that the voice retained its gentle softness, like it's words were no admonishment of his actions, but a rather a plea for his own sake.
Lirian felt a spurt of weakness in his body as he approached the group his hand dropped and the swords scrapped the ground, while he clutched on to his head.
Taking Lirian's change as a sign of weakness the men in the group used all their courage to charge at Lirian, most of them had lost their weapons after throwing it at Lirian back at the inn so they attacked barehanded, hoping for some miracle to occur.
But even in his confounded state, Lirian's body operated on instinct, with just a simple swipe of the sword, the untrained villagers became corpses for everyone to see.
"You monster," Bosh shouted as he fell on his rear, with his pants rapidly becoming a shade darker for all to see, but no one mocked or laughed at him, it was only natural when a monster stood just a foot away from him.
"Yes," Lirian muttered, "A monster is what I am, it's what the world has always dubbed me, so it is what I shall continue to be," he said with a pained look on his face as he thrust his sword forward and sunk it into Bosh's heart.
"Mercy is not the way a monster survives!" Lirian shouted as he wielded the sword and rained fire on the remaining villagers.
"You're dead, you're gone, you left me all alone, so why are you trying to change me now when it make's no difference at all," Lirian howled at the voice as he dismembered another villager.
"This is who I am it's who I always will be, stop trying to change me!" Lirian roared as he savagely brought the sword down on another villager, he hacked into the woman's body like a savage beast, forsaking all the skill he had trained over eons and acting like a depraved animal.
"mercy is the…" the voice whispered but Lirian roared once more.
"SHUT UP!" he bellowed delivering a fist to his temple, causing a fracture to his skull, making his entire world spin as he stopped the voice from continuing.
Lirian knew that he made a promise, but those final words of hers were in complete contrast to who he was, so much so that it was driving him mad.
Lirian felt a genuine fear every time the voice spoke again, he couldn't allow it to finish those words, those words he refused to acknowledge.
What did she know anyway she was just child, Lirian comforted himself with that reasoning, but deep down he knew those words didn't come from the her of the present, they were told to her by that version of herself from a future that would never come to pass.
Lirian killed the final one, by now the village of Willcolly was home to more dead than the living all of it was done by him.
But in comparison to the things he'd done in the past, this act that so many would title a slaughter, couldn't even qualify as a drop of blood in the vast oceans of blood that he had formed.
The voice seemed to have temporarily stopped, giving Lirian some much needed reprieve, it wasn't long before he continued his slaughter.
Lirian could sense that groups had finally made it to the bridges, but he quickly turned their quickly growing relief into despair, as he split the ball of flame in two and sent the burning flames to set the bridges alite.
Now the only means for the villagers to cross the burning moats was to dig and pour sand over the burning oil, an unfortunate situation for them, because they already had very limited time to escape.
Lirian took a leisurely stroll to the main bridge, the one that connected to the path that lead to the main road, and before long an area before the moat was covered in blood and the bodies were cast into the flaming oils deep within the moat.
Lirian continued to stroll, taking the long route around the village, he could hear the shouts in the distance as the panicking villagers, dug into the ground with their bare hands, and used their hands as shovels to toss the loose earth into the moat.
It was a slow process, and the fire was still burning bright they were no where close to creating a safe place to cross, and they dared not venture back to grab any tools, the village was already a land of flames.
More and more of the survivors were gathering there, in total maybe three hundred in all were still alive, but instead of acting Lirian leapt across the burning moat, his jump was soft and smooth not a single sound was heard.
Lirian sat down on the other side and calmly waited as hours started to pass, soon the bridge was formed and the people rejoiced but before they could set a foot on the soft bridge made from loose earth, they saw Lirian appear from the other side of the bridge.
Terror and panic spread once more, and Lirian didn't know the words to explain the intoxicating feeling that came with turning a person's hope into despair let alone an entire group.
For this group Lirian planned to take his time, this group was special, since the mayor, his wife and his daughters were here and so was the cheating innkeeper and his wife.
"Do you see what you've done?" Lirian asked facing Layla.
"You wanted to play judge jury and executioner and see where it has gotten you," Lirian said to the mayor and pointed to the village.
"And all of this has happened because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself and your wife," Lirian said with a chuckle as he faced the innkeeper, whose hands were wrapped tightly around his large axe.
But despite the weapon in his hands the courage to use it remained a distance from his reach.
"We might have wronged you but that is no excuse for what you have done," Ana the mayor's wife shouted in a hoarse voice, all this time she had been crying unable to handle the reality.
"No excuse," Lirian mused in amusement, "Had I not possessed power that you could not compare with, your entire village would have happily condemned me to a brutal death for a crime I did not commit," Lirian said facing Layla.
"As far as I'm concerned all of you are as guilty as your sister," Lirian said to Ana and began his assault, he didn't care if they believed him or not all that mattered was that they knew they brought it upon themselves.
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It looked like morning had come early in Willcolly, as a ball of flame loomed high above the village.
The roosters began to crow in the late hours of the night as if experiencing first light, but their morning cries were cut short as the little sun in the sky released waves of flame that washed them away.
The villagers fled in a panic, but their panic was the cause of their undoing, it made them slow and sluggish, and they often trampled on one another, by this point in the night a good portion of the deaths were caused by trampling instead of Lirian's attacks.
Bosh was currently leading a group of a few hundred to one side of the village, there were two bridge's in total, he'd seen many of the villagers running to the main entrance, so he ran over to the rear entrance of the village.
"Keep in line," he shouted at some of the children who were currently crying and causing their parents to stray, it was no easy task to guide a group this size through the narrow roads.
A sudden flame came crashing down, before the group, creating a line of fire in the road, that extended to the thatched roofs of the other homes.
The group came to an abrupt halt and tried to turn around only to find another barrier of flames blocking their path, cries of hopelessness rang out from the group as they realised that it was hopeless.
They had run as far as they could, but the evil cultivator had caught up to them.
They heard a slight hum over the crackling flames, and as they scanned the area before them, they saw a man walking through the flames.
A sword they all recognised was held firmly in his hands, it was the long sword that so many of them had admired when they went to visit Mr Cassy's home, the flames flickered of the blade that threatened to reap their lives.
Holding it was the man they had worshipped for days, but now he was the embodiment of a demon in their gaze.
Fresh blood dripped of the silver blade, it was no secret that it was the blood of so many innocents, they had heard the screams resounding across the village.
Lirian approached on shaky feet, the voice in his head was growing ever louder, every time he slashed the blade several lives would come to an end he spared none at, some would condemn him for killing the children, but in his eyes weren't they all just children.
The one that seemed to condemn him the most was that persistent voice that clapped like thunder in his head, "mercy is the…" it pleaded over and over again.
The part that drove Lirian most mad, was that the voice retained its gentle softness, like it's words were no admonishment of his actions, but a rather a plea for his own sake.
Lirian felt a spurt of weakness in his body as he approached the group his hand dropped and the swords scrapped the ground, while he clutched on to his head.
Taking Lirian's change as a sign of weakness the men in the group used all their courage to charge at Lirian, most of them had lost their weapons after throwing it at Lirian back at the inn so they attacked barehanded, hoping for some miracle to occur.
But even in his confounded state, Lirian's body operated on instinct, with just a simple swipe of the sword, the untrained villagers became corpses for everyone to see.
"You monster," Bosh shouted as he fell on his rear, with his pants rapidly becoming a shade darker for all to see, but no one mocked or laughed at him, it was only natural when a monster stood just a foot away from him.
"Yes," Lirian muttered, "A monster is what I am, it's what the world has always dubbed me, so it is what I shall continue to be," he said with a pained look on his face as he thrust his sword forward and sunk it into Bosh's heart.
"Mercy is not the way a monster survives!" Lirian shouted as he wielded the sword and rained fire on the remaining villagers.
"You're dead, you're gone, you left me all alone, so why are you trying to change me now when it make's no difference at all," Lirian howled at the voice as he dismembered another villager.
"This is who I am it's who I always will be, stop trying to change me!" Lirian roared as he savagely brought the sword down on another villager, he hacked into the woman's body like a savage beast, forsaking all the skill he had trained over eons and acting like a depraved animal.
"mercy is the…" the voice whispered but Lirian roared once more.
"SHUT UP!" he bellowed delivering a fist to his temple, causing a fracture to his skull, making his entire world spin as he stopped the voice from continuing.
Lirian knew that he made a promise, but those final words of hers were in complete contrast to who he was, so much so that it was driving him mad.
Lirian felt a genuine fear every time the voice spoke again, he couldn't allow it to finish those words, those words he refused to acknowledge.
What did she know anyway she was just child, Lirian comforted himself with that reasoning, but deep down he knew those words didn't come from the her of the present, they were told to her by that version of herself from a future that would never come to pass.
Lirian killed the final one, by now the village of Willcolly was home to more dead than the living all of it was done by him.
But in comparison to the things he'd done in the past, this act that so many would title a slaughter, couldn't even qualify as a drop of blood in the vast oceans of blood that he had formed.
The voice seemed to have temporarily stopped, giving Lirian some much needed reprieve, it wasn't long before he continued his slaughter.
Lirian could sense that groups had finally made it to the bridges, but he quickly turned their quickly growing relief into despair, as he split the ball of flame in two and sent the burning flames to set the bridges alite.
Now the only means for the villagers to cross the burning moats was to dig and pour sand over the burning oil, an unfortunate situation for them, because they already had very limited time to escape.
Lirian took a leisurely stroll to the main bridge, the one that connected to the path that lead to the main road, and before long an area before the moat was covered in blood and the bodies were cast into the flaming oils deep within the moat.
Lirian continued to stroll, taking the long route around the village, he could hear the shouts in the distance as the panicking villagers, dug into the ground with their bare hands, and used their hands as shovels to toss the loose earth into the moat.
It was a slow process, and the fire was still burning bright they were no where close to creating a safe place to cross, and they dared not venture back to grab any tools, the village was already a land of flames.
More and more of the survivors were gathering there, in total maybe three hundred in all were still alive, but instead of acting Lirian leapt across the burning moat, his jump was soft and smooth not a single sound was heard.
Lirian sat down on the other side and calmly waited as hours started to pass, soon the bridge was formed and the people rejoiced but before they could set a foot on the soft bridge made from loose earth, they saw Lirian appear from the other side of the bridge.
Terror and panic spread once more, and Lirian didn't know the words to explain the intoxicating feeling that came with turning a person's hope into despair let alone an entire group.
For this group Lirian planned to take his time, this group was special, since the mayor, his wife and his daughters were here and so was the cheating innkeeper and his wife.
"Do you see what you've done?" Lirian asked facing Layla.
"You wanted to play judge jury and executioner and see where it has gotten you," Lirian said to the mayor and pointed to the village.
"And all of this has happened because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself and your wife," Lirian said with a chuckle as he faced the innkeeper, whose hands were wrapped tightly around his large axe.
But despite the weapon in his hands the courage to use it remained a distance from his reach.
"We might have wronged you but that is no excuse for what you have done," Ana the mayor's wife shouted in a hoarse voice, all this time she had been crying unable to handle the reality.
"No excuse," Lirian mused in amusement, "Had I not possessed power that you could not compare with, your entire village would have happily condemned me to a brutal death for a crime I did not commit," Lirian said facing Layla.
"As far as I'm concerned all of you are as guilty as your sister," Lirian said to Ana and began his assault, he didn't care if they believed him or not all that mattered was that they knew they brought it upon themselves.
It looked like morning had come early in Willcolly, as a ball of flame loomed high above the village.The roosters began to crow in the late hours of the night as if experiencing first light, but their morning cries were cut short as the little sun in the sky released waves of flame that washed them away.The villagers fled in a panic, but their panic was the cause of their undoing, it made them slow and sluggish, and they often trampled on one another, by this point in the night a good portion of the deaths were caused by trampling instead of Lirian's attacks.Bosh was currently leading a group of a few hundred to one side of the village, there were two bridge's in total, he'd seen many of the villagers running to the main entrance, so he ran over to the rear entrance of the village."Keep in line," he shouted at some of the children who were currently crying and causing their parents to stray, it was no easy task to guide a group this size through the narrow roads.A sudden flame came crashing down, before the group, creating a line of fire in the road, that extended to the thatched roofs of the other homes.The group came to an abrupt halt and tried to turn around only to find another barrier of flames blocking their path, cries of hopelessness rang out from the group as they realised that it was hopeless.They had run as far as they could, but the evil cultivator had caught up to them.They heard a slight hum over the crackling flames, and as they scanned the area before them, they saw a man walking through the flames.A sword they all recognised was held firmly in his hands, it was the long sword that so many of them had admired when they went to visit Mr Cassy's home, the flames flickered of the blade that threatened to reap their lives.Holding it was the man they had worshipped for days, but now he was the embodiment of a demon in their gaze.Fresh blood dripped of the silver blade, it was no secret that it was the blood of so many innocents, they had heard the screams resounding across the village.Lirian approached on shaky feet, the voice in his head was growing ever louder, every time he slashed the blade several lives would come to an end he spared none at, some would condemn him for killing the children, but in his eyes weren't they all just children.The one that seemed to condemn him the most was that persistent voice that clapped like thunder in his head, "mercy is the" it pleaded over and over again.The part that drove Lirian most mad, was that the voice retained its gentle softness, like it's words were no admonishment of his actions, but a rather a plea for his own sake.Lirian felt a spurt of weakness in his body as he approached the group his hand dropped and the swords scrapped the ground, while he clutched on to his head.Taking Lirian's change as a sign of weakness the men in the group used all their courage to charge at Lirian, most of them had lost their weapons after throwing it at Lirian back at the inn so they attacked barehanded, hoping for some miracle to occur.But even in his confounded state, Lirian's body operated on instinct, with just a simple swipe of the sword, the untrained villagers became corpses for everyone to see."You monster," Bosh shouted as he fell on his rear, with his pants rapidly becoming a shade darker for all to see, but no one mocked or laughed at him, it was only natural when a monster stood just a foot away from him."Yes," Lirian muttered, "A monster is what I am, it's what the world has always dubbed me, so it is what I shall continue to be," he said with a pained look on his face as he thrust his sword forward and sunk it into Bosh's heart."Mercy is not the way a monster survives!" Lirian shouted as he wielded the sword and rained fire on the remaining villagers."You're dead, you're gone, you left me all alone, so why are you trying to change me now when it make's no difference at all," Lirian howled at the voice as he dismembered another villager."This is who I am it's who I always will be, stop trying to change me!" Lirian roared as he savagely brought the sword down on another villager, he hacked into the woman's body like a savage beast, forsaking all the skill he had trained over eons and acting like a depraved animal."mercy is the" the voice whispered but Lirian roared once more."SHUT UP!" he bellowed delivering a fist to his temple, causing a fracture to his skull, making his entire world spin as he stopped the voice from continuing.Lirian knew that he made a promise, but those final words of hers were in complete contrast to who he was, so much so that it was driving him mad.Lirian felt a genuine fear every time the voice spoke again, he couldn't allow it to finish those words, those words he refused to acknowledge.What did she know anyway she was just child, Lirian comforted himself with that reasoning, but deep down he knew those words didn't come from the her of the present, they were told to her by that version of herself from a future that would never come to pass.Lirian killed the final one, by now the village of Willcolly was home to more dead than the living all of it was done by him.But in comparison to the things he'd done in the past, this act that so many would title a slaughter, couldn't even qualify as a drop of blood in the vast oceans of blood that he had formed.The voice seemed to have temporarily stopped, giving Lirian some much needed reprieve, it wasn't long before he continued his slaughter.Lirian could sense that groups had finally made it to the bridges, but he quickly turned their quickly growing relief into despair, as he split the ball of flame in two and sent the burning flames to set the bridges alite.Now the only means for the villagers to cross the burning moats was to dig and pour sand over the burning oil, an unfortunate situation for them, because they already had very limited time to escape.Lirian took a leisurely stroll to the main bridge, the one that connected to the path that lead to the main road, and before long an area before the moat was covered in blood and the bodies were cast into the flaming oils deep within the moat.Lirian continued to stroll, taking the long route around the village, he could hear the shouts in the distance as the panicking villagers, dug into the ground with their bare hands, and used their hands as shovels to toss the loose earth into the moat.It was a slow process, and the fire was still burning bright they were no where close to creating a safe place to cross, and they dared not venture back to grab any tools, the village was already a land of flames.More and more of the survivors were gathering there, in total maybe three hundred in all were still alive, but instead of acting Lirian leapt across the burning moat, his jump was soft and smooth not a single sound was heard.Lirian sat down on the other side and calmly waited as hours started to pass, soon the bridge was formed and the people rejoiced but before they could set a foot on the soft bridge made from loose earth, they saw Lirian appear from the other side of the bridge.Terror and panic spread once more, and Lirian didn't know the words to explain the intoxicating feeling that came with turning a person's hope into despair let alone an entire group.For this group Lirian planned to take his time, this group was special, since the mayor, his wife and his daughters were here and so was the cheating innkeeper and his wife."Do you see what you've done?" Lirian asked facing Layla."You wanted to play judge jury and executioner and see where it has gotten you," Lirian said to the mayor and pointed to the village."And all of this has happened because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself and your wife," Lirian said with a chuckle as he faced the innkeeper, whose hands were wrapped tightly around his large axe.But despite the weapon in his hands the courage to use it remained a distance from his reach."We might have wronged you but that is no excuse for what you have done," Ana the mayor's wife shouted in a hoarse voice, all this time she had been crying unable to handle the reality."No excuse," Lirian mused in amusement, "Had I not possessed power that you could not compare with, your entire village would have happily condemned me to a brutal death for a crime I did not commit," Lirian said facing Layla."As far as I'm concerned all of you are as guilty as your sister," Lirian said to Ana and began his assault, he didn't care if they believed him or not all that mattered was that they knew they brought it upon themselves.
