《I Am the "God of Death", Whatever That Means. (Original)》Realization. Chapter 25
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It has been 3 days since Vert had awoken a deep part of his mental psyche and he has continued to think like that the whole time. He really hadn't done much since then but just wander around his village. He occasionally talks to Liafa or Sekreath but every time they do so he just seems disinterested. Liafa is becoming very worried for Vert but doesn't know any way to approach him. He hasn't even released his God Form this whole time either so there is a massive trail of death following him. He even slept outside on a hill so he wouldn't destroy Liafa's beautiful houses. The construction of the mansion has been completely halted too.
The worst part about it was that no music has played in a long time. Vert has a small hatred towards music since this is what he listens to when murdering people. Just everything about him old self just disgusts him. While standing on his hill, he pulls out his scythe.
The scent of the scythe itself is just that of pure decay. The shimmering black metal has little white balls flowing around inside of it like little jellyfish in the ocean. The flow of the souls seems unnatural but has a perfect rhythm with each other. Vert is absolutely mesmerized by this but he quickly snaps out of his amazement. With a quick spin of the scythe and Vert can tell the weapon feels like a part of himself.
He does a quick slash of the scythe and a white line follows the blade as it cuts through the air itself with ease. Vert begins to wonder how many people with die by the slash of the scythe and he begins to shake his head. He doesn't want to kill people but it only feels natural to him.
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'What did I do in my past life? What event caused me to act like this?'
He tries to collect his memories together but is completely unable to do so. It head begins to hurt as he even tries to remember his original name. He decides it's best to give up now and hope for the best in the future. He looks at his clothes and realizes he has never really thought about how he looked. He has been wearing this simple black shirt and black jeans for so long that he hasn't thought about wearing anything else. His gauntlets let out a beautiful shine as his eyes moved their way to his arms. The silver looking gauntlets had 3 tiers to them which had a speaker on each tier. The tips of his fingers had sharpness equivalent to claws of the most ferocious beast. The boots were the same and had the same
His gauntlets let out a beautiful shine as his eyes moved their way to his arms. The silver looking gauntlets had 3 tiers to them which had a speaker on each tier. The tips of his fingers had sharpness equivalent to claws of the most ferocious beast. The boots were the same and had the same type of tiers that gauntlets had. The tip of his boots are as sharp as his finger like claws. Perfect for killing someone.
'Tch, I really am the perfect killing machine huh?'
AAaAaahHH~
Vert could hear yelling in the distance but it wasn't Sekreath nor Liafa... It was Emeralda.
Vert turns off his God Form and uses his speed to basically teleport to where the screaming was. As the scene in front of him changes from green scenery to a dark room Vert confirmed what he had heard. It was Emeralda, but something was horribly wrong.
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Vines sprouted throughout the whole room and completely covered the windows and the walls. The floor had foliage growing from every nook and cranny. In the middle was Liafa who had a pissed off expression on her face and Emeralda was standing on top of her bed while looking absolutely petrified.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Vert had decided to interject in the situation before it grew out of his control. Liafa finally noticed Vert when he spoke and points at Emeralda.
"She was talking in her sleep right before she woke up! She was discussing ways on how to kill you then even mentioned someone named Myria!"
"I don't know what you are talking about! I don't even know what is going on?! Who are you, people?"
Those words resonated throughout Vert's soul and melted itself into his core. The person who had first made contact with Vert and the first person he actually cared about had no idea he even existed. Something inside of Vert shattered on that moment. All the feelings he thought he had instantly shattered. Vert immediately recognized what this was. Someone was putting feelings inside of Vert. He didn't know who did this but he knew he would certainly find out. He knew it had something to do with Emeralda.
Frustration begins to flow through Vert as he continues to put through his mind that he had been tricked so easily and never even realized it. Then it hits him like a punch to the face. The first achievement he had ever gotten, there was nothing that said what it was nor was there more than 3 achievements crossed out when he got the book. At the time he had just been friends with Emeralda and there wasn't an achievement that involved just having friends. Those feelings were planted when that ball of light touched his head.
He begins to doubt the actual book of achievements and even if Kaitla is even related to the reason on why he is here. Vert questions everything he has done up until now and begins to trust no one. He looks at Emeralda who has bewildered eyes and he loses control. His original self starts to take over and he accepts it.
The pressure in the room increases tenfold as Vert begins to let out his true powers that were stored inside of his body. His thirst for blood and death increases to the point where if he doesn't kill something soon he feels like he will die. It can't just be anyone either, it has to be the person that tricked him and he was gonna find out who it was. He goes to approach Emeralda and interrogate her but an ear shattering voice is played throughout the whole village.
"Dear Mr. God of Death. Fuck you first off all and prepare to meet the face of your maker."
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