Canorous

Nineteen

Chaos.

Levi ran through a crowd of people, slashing his way through using a sword.

He thrusted his sword deep into a woman's stomach and ran it through her belly, spilling blood, flesh, and tattered intestines. The woman gritted her teeth in pain and locked eyes with her killer who's face was stone cold. It seemed like Levi's face was molded by Michaelangelo to look empty and cold...it will be forever like it is, unmoving and intimidating.

"Have you no remorse?" She inaudibly said. Blood was in her throat and she could barely croak anything but to this small boy she fought, she wanted to say a few words of solace.

Levi regarded the female with his blank and dark eyes. "Nay." He managed to understand the gibberish of the woman and even had the courage to reply in a low pitch, like the lowest of the notes of a piano made by ivory and ebony.

The woman chuckled but began to choke with her own blood, rendering her to cough. She hunched and continued coughing, even leaning on Levi's knee for support.  She glared at Levi, barely breathing. She clenched her teeth and gathered her last ounce of strength.

"You..." She shook as she tried to speak. She held Levi's ankle firmly. "You shall die a painful death like me..." She cursed the young lad.

"Oh?" Levi mused as he raised his sword and it glinted red and silver under the majestic noontime sun. "Fun." He muttered before swinging his sword down to her neck, lopping off her head.

Her head tumbled to the grass, her eyes still open in terror but when one stares at it long enough, it looked eerily content.

Levi kicked her body away, pulling her hand away from his ankle. He looked around, searching for his comrades but all he can see are people fighting who were covered in blood and unrecognizable corpses.

The air was putrid and filled with smoke from firing cannons and pistols. The grass was painted crimson by warriors who fight, abiding with their firm beliefs. Scattered limbs, ripped innards, decapitated heads, staring eyes that were out of their sockets, and broken bones littered the place.

Levi stood before the fray, lucky that he was not struck down as he stood in a trance. He never saw carnage as hellish as this. It was as if Hell has unleashed Cerberus to lay waste unto the living world. His hazy eyes cleared when he saw a man that was well-built, slowly approaching him like a lioness dashing her way to her prey, her meal.

Another one. He thought.

Upon his next's opponent hands was a huge axe that seemed as sharp as the guillotine that severed the heads of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI, the rulers of France.

Levi readied himself as he saw a muscular man lunged at him with an axe.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked for weak points of his opponent which seemed like almost everywhere except the parts where the man can swing his axe to.

That is sad. Levi thought, his eyes still on the target.

The man was all screaming and raging and that is one opponent Levi dislikes.

The buffoon yelled and swung his axe around, advancing with one step with every swing he executed. Levi was not hit or even cut for he took a step back every time his opponent swung his weapon another time.

The young man with hair as black as the eyes of Nyx remained calm and he stood before his opponent, unfazed and unyielding.

Levi calmly reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the man and pulled the trigger.