"Humans are so frail,"
The Beast said, crushing the child's skull like a rotten fruit. Blood the shade of wine drenched its rough fingers.
Three violet elf-like monsters. Pools of crimson red trailed behind them wherever they went. Dead bodies littered the wasteland like trash on a sidewalk.
"Let me kill this one, my lord."
One of them points at Lily. Its sinister look only intensified as the corners of its lips turned upward, stretching towards its pointed ears.
"Go ahead."
The Elven Lord crossed his arms.
How did this happen?
Lily's body couldn't move. Her hands trembled. Her vision blurred from the build-up of tears.
The beast grabbed Lily by the neck, strangling the air out of her lungs.
This is the end for me, isn't it?
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The Broken Slayer
FantasyIt was about five years ago when doors started appearing. Their existence didn't concern Lily the slightest when they first arrived. Get good grades, attend extracurriculars, pretend you care, get into a good college, get a job, and die. That was it...
