An Evil Justice

Chapter 17 – King’s Sin (pt. 3)

A/N – Sorry it’s late, like usual, but I got a good excuse today. Freakin’ Microsoft is forcing Windows 10 down people’s throats and automatically updates your computer if you have it set as such. Since I just reset my computer due to virus reasons and had it on automatic, the goddamn thing took a few days to download, set up and still fail to configure in the end, resulting in more days of lost time. ;-;

Oh, and I’m still working on rewrites, halfway through chapter 1 bcuz of the damn computer thing…

Mature Warning- Harsh language

--* Valley of Alexander, Underworld *--

Beelzebub’s words chilled the demonic beasts down to their very core. Confined by the cold grasps of fear, the two groups retreated, their bodies filled with caution. While the two demon tribes often waged war against one another in hopes of attaining land and resources, their previous conflicts seemed almost trivial in the face of a new, common enemy.

Like the scythe of Death, these three individuals have struck them mercilessly, causing the death of their own brethren. The elephants’ beady eyes looked around and quickly filled with sadness. Brothers and sisters lay on the blackened soil, their bodies gushing forth precious blood. Limbs and flesh piled up like mountains of gore, proving just how dangerous the Sinners were. While the gigantic beasts moped in sorrow, the demonic tigers felt the warnings of their survival instinct.

Though the three Sinners have avoided massacring them blindly, their animal instincts urged them to retreat. Even so, they could not do such a cowardly thing! They are royal beasts! The Kings of the Jungle, the legendary hunters of might! A sense of pride welt up in their chests as they stared at the three with predatory eyes. Yet they could not shake their cautious nature.

While defeating the elephants was simplicity in itself, they would have to sacrifice many lives if they dared to battle both of their prey at the same time. As they say, the enemy of your enemy is a friend…

With low growls, the tigers approached the elephants with a deceptive glint in their red eyes. They knew that it was almost an impossibility to battle the three deadly figures without any sacrifice. So, why not create a sacrifice? Entice the elephants with the possibility of life, force them to take the brunt of the damage dealt by Grim and company, let them die for their rivals. No matter how powerful one could be; there would be no point in having strength without the ability to be resourceful.

Many of the elephants were enraged by the suggestion, but they could not do anything. They were the victims of cruel fate, unable to call for aid from the rest of their tribe and being cornered by two deadly predators. Once again staring at the withered corpses littering the crimson-soaked soil, their minds were steeled with conviction. There was no other choice. It was either death by the hands of the Emissaries of Sin or by the hands of their rivals. If it was to achieve even a smidgen of justice in the world, they would resort to anything! Even at the expense of their pride and life!

While the elephants were manipulated by the cunning tigers in peace, a thin reprieve from the chaos of death, far away, Beelzebub’s smiling face widened, almost splitting his famished face into two. It was as if a gaping slip had cut itself into the Prince’s head, revealing pitch black darkness, the faint buzzing of wings almost audible.

“More prey…” he muttered, his usually pleasant voice echoed a million times, “it’s more fun when they fight…”

Beside him, Eve’s eyes were veiled with coldness, but also hinted an expression of fear. Not from the impending stampede of demonic creatures, but from her master’s aura. If Satan’s wrathful aura could be described as the fearsome visage of a war god, Beelzebub’s greenish aura resembled that of a starved animal, willing to do anything to obtain fresh meat. The chilling words of the green-haired prince embedded itself into her ancient mind, cutting a hole into it and represented fear.

Her lily-white fist clenched harder at the whip she held, growing ever brighter like snow. Grim’s crimson eyes lazily scanned her fearful expression and then rested on Beelzebub’s back. After witnessing a crowd of elephants fall to the Prince of Gluttony’s lance, he quickly retreated with a face full of admiration and fear, ‘I have to get stronger…’ Witnessing Satan’s savage battle techniques and now Beelzebub’s fearsome desire to hunt and consume, the Reaper felt his conviction lacking. His thirst for power was like child’s play compared to the accomplishments of the Princes. Whatever the price to pay, he had to grow stronger than these demons and rise above the heavens!

The black miasma covering his body danced like impish creatures, reaching out towards the innocent and corrupting their minds. Grim’s muscles itched to explode into action, yearning to be ripped apart only to be reborn in the flames of war. His brain continued its never-ending desire to learn, to know and to device plans of killing. No one must leave the battlefield alive aside from him and his friends!

Sensing their enemies’ features warp into the faces of experienced killers and murderers, the elephants and their puppeteers, the tigers, roared in anger. Though they were mismatched and seemed strange, there was no doubt that their stampede was fearsome. As they charged, so did the three Sinners. The parade of blood from before seemed like a fairy’s wonderland compared to the gore of now.

Knowing Grim’s impossibly quick speed, the elephants continued their rampage and charged towards Eve and Beelzebub, leaving the Reaper behind to the hateful tigers. Though they knew that the oversized cats simply treated them like mere meat puppets, ready to shield them from harm, it did not matter. They had to attain revenge for their fallen brothers and sisters!

Yet, another grey body fell to the ground, withered like an aged corpse. Even though ample amounts of holes riddled the elephant’s tough hide, no blood dared to slip out. It was as if the body had been drained and dried in the undying heat of the sun. Completely empty.

This was the power of Eve’s whip, the ability to prey on the livelihood of those unfortunate enough to be caught in its bondage. Blood, acid, and bile are consumed by the thorns of Eve, dripping deep into flesh and drenching itself in crimson.

Lost in rage, the behemoth beasts endured the torture of death and scars, shaking the ground and cracking the bedrock foundation to the core. No one will stop them!

Even in the face of such a fearsome force, the two Gluttonous sinners seemed to ignore any sense of fear or caution. Why would anyone be afraid of their food? Eve’s whip constantly caressed their bodies with its thorns and drunk like a connoisseur of wine, while Beelzebub’s tooth-like lance pierced rows upon rows of ill-fated demons, sucking them all deep into its blackened confines.

The elephants have given up on preserving their lives. Sacrificing themselves in order to avenge their loved ones was a small price to pay. Mournful tears trickled from their miserable eyes, but it was the reality of the Underworld. Live or die, the only dice capable of choosing that fate was the die of strength. As long as there was a chance, they would take it and never let go, no matter how much it hurts, no matter their emotions.

Though the two Sinners massacred the fearless elephants with ease, Grim’s battle became chaotic. Filling the foggy air with mighty roars, flashes of burning orange sped around the dark figure of the Emissary of Wrath. Black and red lights carved the air as Grim fought steadily, his black blood dripping like water. As a rough breath escaped his mouth and nose, he pivoted on one foot; the Reaper’s body twisted like the hook of a scythe and drilled a dagger deep into the skull of a demonic tiger.

Without a hint of joy or satisfaction, he crouched as one of the cunning tigers launched from its spot and tried to tackle him, only to be cut in half by Grim’s blade. A rain of guts and crimson-covered his body and splattering over the black floor. From his crouched position, the darkened man sprang from his spot and jumped high into the air. With crazed and bloodshot eyes, Grim pounced at another beast and pierced through the demon’s skull, blending its brain into mush.

“KILL!”