World Executioner

𝕶𝖗𝖎𝖛 𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖝𝖘𝖗𝖎, 1

A Human-Crytherian who's currently in the future. If you last in this world, you'll meet me, for sure.
I'm the nonchalant type who let people slides whenever they judge me. Well, their pure humans, after all. You know, most of them are shit. Literally shit head, and killing them will not change the human world. Unless, it's the end of the world.

Let me introduce myself.
I am a creation of the False Gods and Goddesses of the Olympus Crytheria. My skin is dark and eyes are lime green, just like the Zuchi Krazovikan of Zutizufaue Zamek, the queen who was thrown in the human world. She's pretty rude and egotistic. Also unforgiving, if I'd add another word.

My hair is a new style, I think. It is braided, long, thick, and curly, and the natural color is red orange—a closer hair color to Leana Khozanova's. She's a human with a psychotic mind. Her mood swings is too unpredictable.

I am my own very kind death. I got no rules to follow except to my own rule I kept to myself.  Even I disobeys those who created me. But I won't thicken my skin for that. In a blink of eye, I am aware that they can erase my existence just like what I do to humans.

𝒲ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹 ℰ𝓍ℯ𝒸𝓊𝒾𝓉ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓇

A hot-heated woman complains, the bus door opens. She went out to get some fresh air. The traffic was too heavy, she said she couldn't breath inside. Other passengers should have been as upset as she was, except to me, for I can handle the melting of this weather, and my patience is always the same as Tiara's.

Behind me is an office guy wearing his gray suit scrolling through his facebook page and looking through bikini photos of random busty models he must have followed. I rolled my eyes as soon as he started posting thirsty comments on their photos. He couldn't even act a little professional in public.

"How long should we keep waiting in here?" The woman who went out came back yelling at the driver. "We've been there for almost an hour! What the hell is wrong in this road?!"

Almost an hour can be actually boring if you're doing nothing. If you compare her to the other passengers, you could tell that some are just fine with the situation and some are even feeling better about it. It's a bus, of course, where many people with different work to do are inside. Some are in hurry, some are not.

In my part, I'm just a traveler. I accept whatever calamity decides to be and whatever it does in the human world. Except to the human actions and the sin they commit. They are not in the position to do such thing to others.

"Bullshit! How come none of these cars aren't even moving?! How long should we be stuck in here?!"
It must be the heat of today's weather that triggers the anger and hotheadedness of this woman. I completely understand her frustration but it's funny how she thinks that the traffic will be gone if she complains like that.

I turned my head and glanced on the phone of the office guy again. This time, he's really watching explicit content in an adult website. I closed my eyes and let out a big sigh. I shook my head before I removed my attention to what he's doing. Disgusting.

Can you believe that the future world will create more and more humans that are not even ashame of the What the hell  stuffs they do? In fact, most people would make it trendy, and the younger people would imitate it.

Of course, since it is the Sekai no Owari.

𝒲ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹 ℰ𝓍ℯ𝒸𝓊𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓇

The clock hits 2 o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as I step out the bus after waiting for 2 more hours gave me a sense of danger. Well, not exactly danger. Maybe a big wave of anti-fuckers tsunami would come around.

While waiting for my part, I sat down on a bench where a female teenager in blue jacket is sitting too. So far, she counts as one of those people that are not affected by the worldly desires judging by the vibe she gives off. Yet she had a very different little world she owns.
She looked at me through her round eyeglasses and immediately looked down after seeing me looking at her too.

She seems to have ran away from her PE class. Her white rubber shoes is muddy and her jogging pants is soaking. I wonder if there's a mud in this place where she stumbled. But I didn't think so hard about it. I actually know where it came from.

I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.
"So, you're being bullied?" I casually asked to the girl who's sitting behind me as if it weren't going to give her a question mark look.
"Your shoes is very dirty. You should have rinse the mud off so it won't stick on your shoes."

I looked at her and she gave me no response. She looked down again and tried to avoid my eyes.
"Why should you care," said her in low tone. I'm sure she was trying not to be a little rude, but I could tell that something recently happened to her, and she was unhappy about it.

"Because it's a white shoes. It's gonna be hard to clean it if you make the dirt stays longer." I puffed on my cigar and tried not to get it to her. Well, youngsters shouldn't be exposed to cigarettes.

She clinched her fists and nodded her head. The gloomy vibe she gives off feels stronger than before. "You don't know anything," she said.
After giving her a long pause, I began to puff on my cigarette again.

I didn't say more as I know she'd get annoyed. We sat in silence and in a minute, she stood up and attempted to walk out.
Nothing made her do it as soon as the ground start shaking. Before I knew it, I stood up and looked around watching people reacting on the sudden earthquake.

Normally, I would duck and look for a safe spot. However, I did not do any of those funny action. I've known almost everything about the world end and I've trained myself to be nonchalant enough to ignore whenever calamity strikes again.

It is the wave that's coming, the one I've sensed the first time I step in this place. Within an hour, number of 2,309 humans will bid farewell to their temporary life in this world, but only the extreme sinners will have to face me.

𝒲ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹 ℰ𝓍ℯ𝒸𝓊𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓇

A wake on a gloomy Sunday,
Grim Reaper kills one a day.
He who possess great power,
Kills thousand an hour.