evil prevails

theatre of blood

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The grand theater hall, filled with upper-class spectators and politicians, is submerged in silence and dim light. People watch the play on the large wide stage intently, with a touch of awe in their eyes. A bright beam highlights the main heroine, who masterfully portrays tragedy on her face. The second act is coming to an end, the crimson curtain descends, and the audience exhales, digesting what they have seen and heard, quietly exchanging opinions about what is happening, commenting on the plot and characters. At the start of the third and final act, the lights in the hall go out again, and a white beam falls on the stage, where the curtain slowly rises. Silence hangs over the balconies and the orchestra pit, and everyone freezes in anticipation, literally holding their breath. Music does not follow. Instead, footsteps echo too loudly in the ensuing silence across the stage. In the center of the white spotlight stands Mirai, holding in one hand the severed and blood-soaked head of an actress who had just finished the second act with her heart-wrenching speech. In the other hand, Mirai grips the hilt of a black katana, from whose blade crimson drops drip, staining the light wooden floor of the stage. The alpha, as always, wears a black mask. Dressed in a white shirt under a black jacket with a small, barely visible check in the light, and black pants hugging her strong thighs. Small crimson circles already bloom on the shirt, spreading rapidly. When the audience sees the figure standing at the center of the stage, a murmur ripples through the hall. Frightened gasps, eyes quickly filling with horror and panic. Mirai's lips curl into a satisfied smile. The audience accepts her as they should, as is proper. She raises the hand holding the head by its white hair and speaks loudly for everyone to hear:

"To be or not to be, ladies?" Mirai asks in a playfully thoughtful voice, glancing at the terrified audience. "Is this not a perfect ending to a great tragedy?"

Some audience members rise from their seats throughout the hall, raising weapons and aiming at those seated. Minji smiles in admiration, watching even greater horror on the faces of victims who did not realize that all this time they were sitting next to venomous asps, cruel murderers who had come for their souls.

Sullyoon holds an M4, aimed at a stout alpha sitting before her, frozen with hands raised in a gesture of surrender. The omega adjusts the patterned bow tie at her neck, keeping the aim on the woman's forehead. Nearby stands Bae, shooting Sullyoon a frosty glare. She sharply raises her pistol and fires as soon as the omega breaks away from another's lips. Crimson sprays from the headshot stain Sullyoon's white shirt. She looks toward Bae with indignation and disapproval, tilting her head to the shoulder. The alpha turns away, holding pistols in both hands. Her dark jacket glints gold in the dim light; she shoots with precision and confidence, knowing exactly where to aim. The alpha fires one precise shot, shattering the victim's kneecap to cripple her.

Desperately, the victim crawls away, trying to escape, but Bae walks leisurely behind, pressing her boot against the back and pinning her to the floor. One blow and the victim stops moving, drowning in a sea of her own blood.

The hall descends into chaos, a feast of blood and death. People scream frantically, trying to escape, almost climbing over each other to reach the sacred exit. Some manage to flee, but at the doors, they are met by new asps. People are killed, shot, stabbed, and trampled.

Sullyoon shoots people without hesitation or delay. The omega spins in her own dance, colliding back-to-back with Bae. They turn to face each other almost synchronously, shooting over each other's shoulders. Their gazes burn with bloodlust and desire. They part as quickly as they met.

Mirai watches from the stage with silent delight, smiling and licking her dry lips with a taste of blood. Tossing aside the severed head, Minji descends from the stage, raising her katana and joining her comrades. The sharp blade easily penetrates flesh, slicing through it like butter, tearing the insides. People gaze into the eyes of their executioner, their guide to the afterlife, with horror etched on their faces. Blood trickles from the corner of their mouths, dripping down and staining the expensive jewelry on their necks. Minji withdraws the katana from the fading body and pushes it with her foot, causing it to fall like a sack onto the bloody floor.

The asps enjoy tearing throats with their teeth, wrapping around their victims like a coil, and choking them until the last grains of air leave the lifeless, blue-tinged body. The asps enjoy feeling the warmth of fresh blood on their skin, tasting its metallic flavor on their tongues. The asps enjoy killing.

Mirai makes her way through the corpse-strewn floor, shaking off the blood that splattered a crimson trail from her katana. A dead silence falls over the "Konivar" theater, saturated with metal and gunpowder, with screams that still haunt the air like ghosts. The The asps lower their weapons and quiet down, relishing the spectacle they created with their own hands.
"Excellent, the Head will appreciate this blow to the sponsors," Minji breaks the silence, looking around at the bodies scattered around her with satisfaction. "This will cripple him.
Our duty is fulfilled."