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You decided to take a step into the village to get some ingredients for dinner. You wanted to make a quiche and maybe get some milk from one of the vendors. The village was pretty quiet due to the recent increase in lycan attacks during the night. You noticed some buildings had been torn to shreds and light pink droplets in the snow you walked on. Should have worn more layers, your trench coat wasn’t heavy enough. The fingerless gloves didn’t help your case, neither did wearing shirt sleeves. You made terrible decisions when it came to dressing, on warm days you overdressed but on cold days you underdressed. Luckily from the waist down you felt arm enough, your boots thick enough for the snow and joggers did their job at least. You kept a hand near your knife as the villager’s stares began to creep you out. Ever since your news about killing a lycan with your bare hands, the residents seemed to take an extra second to glance at you. They definitely seemed to fear you to some degree as you noticed horror dancing in their eyes. It felt as if they were sizing you up, an uneasy mess settled in your stomach. You kept your gaze low as you trekked through the snow. Everyone whispered behind your back as if you couldn’t hear them but being quiet wasn’t their strength.
“Isn’t that the freak from the manor?” A boy not that much taller than you whispered to one of his friends. Honestly, he wasn’t trying to be quiet because you could hear him clearly.
“Yup, that’s Beniviento’s little pet alright.” One of them commented.
“Heard they killed a lycan with their bare hands. They must think their tough shit because they are acquainted with the lords. All I see is a parasite.”
“Don’t be too loud, Lady Beniviento may hear you.” The smaller one warned the other two taller boys. “You know the lords have eyes and ears everywhere.” He shook like a leaf, not from the cold.
“That bitch please, everyone knows she’s nothing but a child in a woman’s body. Probably an easier catch than any other bitch in this place. If it were me…”
The boy had a disgusting grin on his face that made something inside of you break free. Your mind blanked out for a moment, you lost control of your body for a moment. Unable to recognize what took over your mind in a split second. Before he could finish he was pinned to the ground with the tip of a knife at his throat. The others gasped in horror as you quickly leaped in the air to attack the one on the ground, kneeling over him.
“You’re lucky I’m not Lord Heisenberg or you’d have a metal rod so far up yours you’d be choking on it. But I’m a reasonable person…” Your voice was low, unrecognizable and cold. An eerie murderous grin plastered on your lips, the color in your eyes grew dark. “Luckily my knife isn’t long enough.” You dig the tip of the knife deeper into his flesh, not enough to bleed quickly. Your hands were still, showing no sign of sympathy or regret.
“Let him go, he was just kiddin’. Right?” The other tall boy pulled a knife out and held it towards you, nervous laughter filling the air. While the smaller one took a few steps back and held his hands up in the air.
“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.” His bold energy started to piss you off, only boiling our blood further.
You grabbed a lighter from your pocket and let the knife warm up. Then, you forced his mouth open and grabbed hold of his tongue, some blood pouring into his mouth. You held him down with one arm as he cried out in pain, when he calmed down you put his tongue back into his mouth and closed his lips.
“Swallow you pathetic child.” You pressed your hands over his lips and punched him in the stomach, causing him to cough a bit and swallow his own tongue. When you lifted your hand to speak to him, death whispered in unison, “I should kill you for such insolence, but you’d be a waste of energy. Let the lycans deal with you, or one of the lords. Whichever comes first.” You stood up and walked away, you could hear his desperate attempts to scream and holler at you. Instead, inhumane sounds echoed from his lips, music to your ears.
You heard a knife whistle in the air behind you, turning back to look at them one had stilled itself in the air. Floating in your general direction. You noticed their faces turned pale as they stared behind you, the sound of something heavy being dragged through the snow sent shivers down their spines. It wasn’t too hard to figure out who stood behind you.
“I’ll take it from here.” You knew that German accent from crystal clear as the muscular metal man strode last you.
“My pleasure~ Shame, I almost bet a lycan would get to them first. Oh well, good thing I didn’t make any bets or I would have lost quite a bit of coin. Make sure their screams become my bell chimes.” You grinned like the Cheshire Cat and turned and walked your merry way home. Safe to say no one will be talking bad about your Lord again or they’ll have to face your wrath. Other bystanders had taken a few steps back as you walked by them, shaking in their boots like prey. You felt powerful, your presence towering over theirs like a bobcat.
“You’re all monsters!” One of them spat behind you.
“You’re the ones who put trust in Miranda, not I.” You explained bluntly, your voice cold as ice.
This village, such pathetic and gullible souls. If it were up to you, you’d let it burn to the ground and bury itself in ash. But spare the other three lords, you became somewhat tolerant of them. To escape and flee from this nightmare land would be a dream. It would be easy, escaping from Miranda would definitely be a challenge per se.
You aren’t sure what set you off so easily, in the past other’s words have never cut so deep. That wasn’t you attacking that boy, was it? Maybe it was out of sheer boredom? That foreign entity inside of you needs some form of…control? What’s done is done, so long as you keep things under control.
How tiresome, not your mess anymore.