King of the world

Chapter Twenty Nine

Dark POV

The smoke of crimson fire tickled my nose.

Ah Grebland.

There's some random fucking execution program going on here, that the demons of this country wanted to do. They asked my permission, of course, and since they'd only be killing humans I decided to just go ahead and allow it. Demons from around the globe have travelled here for this. It's like "The Purge," every demon just has a chance to let loose their murderous desires. I managed to watch that film before I conquered humanity.

Personally, I'm not here to kill.

However...

As I wandered down one of the mud roads, where no one really seemed to be, I came across a gorgeous looking cottage (I can still appreciate good architecture, okay?)... only... flames were roaring from the east side, catching onto the flowers in the yard.

I wouldn't have been so interested in the cottage, if it weren't for the strange anomaly in the loud voices erupting from inside. One was the sound of a cackling man, while the others were just... screams, primarily that of a young girl. You would imagine that those sounds were perfectly normal for a massacre, and that I shouldn't have found if special in any way: but it was what the girl was saying...

"PLEASE!" her voice cried in blood-curdling agony, "KILL ME!"

This plea was soon followed by a cacophony of howls.

Curiosity overcame me, leading me to jump onto the roof, and watch from the hole in the straw roof. The sight, even by my standards, were very disturbing. Fire was licking through the walls, beginning to envelope it, with two dead bodies leaned against the crumbling wall. A young girl, holding a bloodied knife in trembling fists, watched her murdered family, with... heartbroken eyes. Her clothes were steeped in a thick red liquid, which did not belong to her.

It didn't take long for me to realize what had happened: she had stabbed her family to death.

She cried with more violence than any gale. She didn't break quietly, it was like every atom of her being screamed in unison, traumatized that she should exist any longer. When the wracking sobs passed, she cried in such a desolate way that no normal human could bare to listen for long. She had gone from gregarious to hanging by a thread, within only a heartbeat.

"Oh shut up!" a mans voice commanded, and she did: instantly, "Get up," the same voice ordered, which I soon noticed belonged to a demon male, resting in the corner of the room, as far from the flames as he could.

Realization collapsed all at once, as I put the pieces of the puzzle together in my mind; this demon had spend his life perfecting the art of persuasion magic (I always tried to stay away from that stuff). He must have ordered that poor young girl to stab, each of her family members, twelve times in the chest, with that blunt knife. That was truly immoral.

"Now, walk into the fire," the man reveled,

Her face lit up in both dread, and relief. Clearly, after something, like what she just went through, death is the only thing you could really be bothered to do.

Hesitantly, each of her steps made it's way towards the now completely burning, wooden, wall. The smell of cooking flesh drifted up to my nostrils, causing it to scrunch up: even I have my limits. In fact, this dishonorable murder was actually urging me to go save the young girl. However, I knew that if I did, there was no way she would WANT to live, nor would she even be able to escape this country. So I simply sat and turned my head away, once she came face to face with certain death.