Chapter 67 Death’s Makeup

Followed them step by step...

Where were they going?—home?—another place to drink at?

Kept tailing them and... as I did that... from strangers I kept taking small bubbles of MANA...

Holding their essence into one large hodgepodge.

Then eventually...

"This is perfect."

They went to a rather secluded place—some sort of park, sat down in the dark and began bantering further with each other.

They don’t seem very powerful—and even if they were in some way, the circumstances betray them.

I started holding my palms facing upwards—a formal prayer—the cogs of my mind slowing down into a place of serenity.

Their beautiful dialogue—ah, let it marinate my beloved.

"What should I say, though?"

Inquired the man—a question clearly directed at his loving friends.

I came up to him without anyone’s notice—it was quite dark, and they were incomprehensibly intoxicated.

"You should tell her you love her."

Immediately, his head went upwards—locking eyes with my face that was barely visible, certainly not visible enough for him to have a proper read of what was to come.

"Who you?"

I slowly slid my palm over his hand, caressing it with an almost sickening tenderness—as if we were lovers sharing pent-up intimacy.

Then abruptly, with strength restricted his hand from any movement and grabbed the phone out of his hand—dropping it onto the ground.

"AAAAHAAAHHH— FU— FUCK...!!"

Sharpened my left hand and had it slice through the middle of his palm—breezing straight through it onto his arm, cutting even his bone in half.

"Who— who the fuck—" as the other one got all frantic, instantly I blinded him by slicing his eyes. "AHHHHHH!!"

Did that to the one whose palm was sliced as well—these two were nothing but objects of love for the final one.

"W— what’s happening?!"

Oh, Madison...

"Don’t worry, you’ll have your sight for this one, darling."

Upon my words, he fell over onto his back while sitting on the bench—his MANA was becoming furiously agitated, basking in immense confusion and horror.

"It— hurts...!! Ahhh....!!" "F— fuck, I can’t see!!" "Aren’t you going to activate your System?—or will you just let them die while being in such horrific pain?"

My tone was gentle, yet bereft of any life.

As I said that, I could see his eyes run down, up, left and right—it was dark, yet like a wild animal I could see everything perfectly.

"You need to calm down," I softly let out as I sat down next to his friend bleeding out—it doesn’t appear that stress is giving him some sort of MANA boost—unlucky.

Perhaps, they’re just weak?—or just too drunk for this?

Sigh.

Holding this blob of MANA is also quite distracting—held up my palm and had it scatter all over the place, I could see it tangibly rub onto them, myself, and the ground.

"Mmm..." I let out as a whisper—had my palm run over one of their hair, then had my hand go through his stomach.

I didn’t want him to bleed out and die just yet, so I mixed in my MANA with it—I wasn’t trying to torture him or anything, but at this point I knew death was a direct notice for the people investigating me.

"Uuuhg..." blood immediately poured out of his mouth... Sinn...

My eyes then went onto Madison yet again—not because I was looking for a specific reaction, but because his MANA abruptly intensified upon the sight of his friend getting impaled.

"Oh?"

He stood up and a blade made out of shadows materialized—his eyes darkened in malice, and he swung it at me.

Yet I simply... held up my palm and had it half-way slice through it—with the same palm, I proceeded to grab it and then snap it.

Useless experiment—null.

"Ah... ah..." his breaths were long and terrified... death in his voice.

Instantly, I launched my body forward—with my arm pointed at him, and had him impaled just like his friend.

Before long, all three of them were nothing but moaning messes—I kept them alive using MANA while quickly devouring them.

I had to be fast—couldn’t be here for long, even if they were in a rather deserted place.

Then...

"A show," I let out as a grin popped up on my face.

A show for those around, not for those unfortunate enough to partake.

I stood up and allowed nature to be my spectacle—wind hitting, scent of trees and blood in my lungs, and my MANA surging from consuming their flesh.

"Ah...!!"

"Even in death... you shall be defiled...!!"

I uttered, and then impaled their heads onto their spines—one by one.

All of them had expressions of terror—and that was disagreeable for me.

One after another, I molded their expressions—they didn’t hold, so I had to emby their faces with slight MANA; it quickly dispersed after appearing.

It was a mess—beyond anything I’ve done, yet it had taken next to no time to do this.

Walked a few steps back and glared at the scene—it was a sight that would make any sane man weep and throw up—a sight of magnificence.

Then, from the corner of my eye I noticed—the phone I had yanked and dropped on the ground was still emitting light, so I walked up to it and looked at the screen.

Bonnie [9:01 PM]: "Hurry and come home, I want to have a talk with you."

I held the phone and continued glaring at it.

As one hand of mine went into my pockets, I began typing on it...

dafreak67 [9:10 PM]: "I love you"

I proceeded to drop the phone on the ground yet again, and as I did that, a reply immediately lit up the phone for the final time—a dying star.

Bonnie [9:10 PM]: "?"

A rather unfortunate interpretation of circumstances.

Bonnie [9:10 PM]: "Ok you’re drunk whatever"

May death do you part, my dear couple.

My MANA was all over the place—was it like this other times as well?—no, it only rubbed off when I poured it into them to keep them alive.

One by one, I gathered the residue of my MANA from their bodies and had it disperse—leaving nothing on the scene but the bubble I previously scattered.

Left the place—and with a grin, returned atop a building with my backpack.

Changed my attire...

And with small smears of blood still aestheticizing my face...

I disappeared.