Takes of the Lost Shinigami: Book 2 Alternate Story Line

The Death of Priest

Meanwhile, as the tournament between Dragon Foot and Serpent's Eye was underway, several men were being slaughtered and killed in several, creative, diabolical, horrific ways. A sound had echoed around the room of people's screams of agony and pain before their blood was spilled on the walls, dripping down onto the floors. While the men that were attacked and killed had been thrown against the walls, their backs sliding down the walls, ultimately leaving the dead men sitting down on the floor, back against the wall and head bopping to either left of right or just in front. Leaving behind lifeless, worthless bodies that no longer had any more meaning as they were no longer living. Despite all these horrific scenes going on right now, somehow, despite all the loud screaming of agonizing pain and defeat, no one else around the building that wasn't in the current fight could hear what was going on. All of a sudden, the whole place went silent.

No more screaming. No more shouting or yelling of the remaining people yelling, "INTRUDER! PROTECT THE BASE AT ALL COSTS!", Nothing, Nothing at all. However, this silence was only for a small moment until footsteps were heard, echoing through the walls. These footsteps got louder, following along with the sound of metal sliding across the floor. This annoying sound was the sound of a sword's blade being dragged across the floor. Along with this, would be a mysterious figure dragging Thier sword, having one hand, the right one, on the handle of the sword. This sword would take two hands for someone to even drag it anywhere, giving a glimpse of this figure's strength, as the mysterious figure was undoubtedly strong. Black leather gloves covered the Person' s hands, the ring finger of the left hand having a ring with a skull on the top, its eyes having small red crystals less than the size of a grain of rice. Thier arms were covered with long, black sleeves from their robe, Thier robe didn't seem brand new and looked pretty old, as it was slightly torn up on the sides from other battles and fights.

This voice was one of authority, and almost anyone who heard This robe was just something they had over Thier actual armor. Wrapped around Thier waist to keep the robe on without spreading it out to make Them look "fat," was a thick, heavy rope. Below Thier robe, The Mysterious person wore armor, But this armor itself was actually the underset of the Robe, that was fPiecedTogether by one of finest Tailors of the Last Era. This armor wasn't very heavy, and light in weight to allow the Person to move at a faster pace. This was in case they were ever caught in real trouble. Because having heavy armor would only slow Them down and get them killed easier. The Person had an immense amount of speed, so this was another reason towards why They couldn't afford wearing heavy armor. Another being the sword, since the sword itself weight a whole lot and would already slow Them down when it comes to "immense" speed. Thier armor was only made of thick leather with a silver chest piece over it. Thier pants were the same, only made of thick leather, with the bottom half of the robe covering half of Thier pants til knees. This Person wouldn't have anything covering Thier face, as They had a blank, dull, fearless and emotionless expression on Thier face. Their eyes were crimson red. Almost the same color as the crystals on the Person's  ring. They scoffed, looking around while walking. They had already passed all the dead bodies laying dead against the walls, shaking Thier head while their face remained emotionless. "Pathetic." The Person said in a somewhat low, but not deep voice as it still sounded tremendously fearful.

Thier voice was one of authority, and almost anyone who heard it would instantly fear Them. They had a symbol on the right side of their neck, which was known as the symbol of wrath. This symbol was a very powerful one, and whoever had it was granted an immense amount of strength, as this granted them the power to hold one sword that would normally be held with two hands, with only one hand. in their free hand, in their palm, they held an item. This item was a cross, a weird one too like the way it looked like, it didn't seem like just any cross. It had a few symbols on the middle, while the sides were only filled with a neat, silver color. They took a left, Thier sword turning left with them as he entered another hall, slowly moving their right arm upward above their head in a slow, sluggish motion. They held their gigantic sword, having a playful, mischievous, devilish grin on their face. Thier eyes glowed a darker shade of red, looking around, having already sensed more of their weak, worthless, useless, pathetic prey. This person was hiding behind the walls, around the corners, cowering in fear as they trembled. They were a priest, and they feared for their lives, tears rolling down their cheeks as their lips quivered and trembled in fear.

The Priest and plead and begged to their Elder Gods while closing their eyes shut, soon shaking as they realized that their Elder Gods wouldn't answer. The mysterious Person looked down at the cross with symbols in the middle of it. Then The mysterious person narrowed their eyes down to the Priest's chest, seeing an amulet shining brightly. The amulet had a golden color and an oval shape. It had triangles on all sides followed by a silver X shape in the middle of said amulet itself. This amulet glowed, the X shining brightly as the Priest hiding in corners feared for their life, The Priest had gently set their palm firmly on the floor, chanting a small spell, quietly. The priest hoped that the mysterious person wouldn't hear, but unfortunately, They heard and turned around quickly, having Thier sword above his head still. The spell activated, creating a small Beam that hovered behind the mysterious person above a man that was almost dead.

Before the Priest could even command the beam to Blast towards the mysterious male, the mysterious person had already begun charging, bringing his sword down while the blade fell onto the floor, the blade ramming straight into the Preist's skull, chopping their head to not into halves, but pieces. The man that wasn't fully dead watched in horror as this event occurred, trembling before getting up and running for their lives. The mysterious male turned around, growling playfully. The Mysterious Person cackled a devilish cackle before raising his sword up once again, charging his blade as an immense amount of electricity surged through it's tip, the electricity coiling around the blade. A blue aura surrounding the blade as this all had happened before the blade was slowly sent down, hitting the floor as the whole area around him sent jolts of electricity zig-zagging towards the Man running, electrifying them and ultimately, killing them. "Haha! What a shocking way to die.." The Person said, before their grin ceased, turning back into a frown, their eyes returning to its normal red color, and continuing on their path, they walked up to the Priest who's head they had chopped into pieces. They placed a vile near their neck and took a sample of blood containing it in the Vile before heading off.