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『Benevolence』

"Stop him you fools!" The Plague Doctor screeched, pushing their men in front of them. Running behind them, trying to get to the stairs.

They were all pushing and shoving at one another. Wanting to escape through the narrow doorway to the steps to no avail.

"You got it!" One of the goons rushed in front of the other ones, as they were either cowering or trying to flee themselves. Yet, this man's convictions were soon followed by the sound of a blade, soaring through the air, and the abrupt bouncing of a head on the floor.

"Fuck! Fuck Fuck Fuck!" The leader couldn't help cursing themselves whilst they curled their fingers around the rail, as they went to go to dashing down the steps... Only for the same sound to ring in their ears.

Something spherical hit the crow masked person's back, sending them tumbling forward, coming crashing down on the wooden platform at the bottom.

Groaning, they looked up at the top of the steps as nine heads came rolling down after them. Hitting the would've been perpetrator with their own momentum.

Laying there in dismay, they watched as the Angel of Death spread its wings after shifting over the beheaded fallen bodies. "No... No! NO NO NO NO! NO!" The Plague Doctor scrambled onto their hands and feet, scurrying on their back towards the bar on the other side of the Inn. Throwing hay and chunks of dirt towards the steps as the six winged being came casually stepping down after them.

"How can an Angel be here!? In the Realm of Niria!?"

"Oh? So this world is called Niria? Thank you," Jack spoke in a singularly toned sarcastic fashion.

The Plague Doctor paused for a moment, staring at the being who was closing in on them. The larger blade of the spear etching a trail behind him as he started walking across the dirt floor.

The weapon was so sharp, that it didn't move the straw it passed through... It just cut through it, leaving a bisect piece behind.

"You... You didn't know the name of the World?" The gargled voice of the fearful one was curious, even moments before their imminent death.

Jack didn't give the human hiding behind a mask anymore of a reaction, or pieces of details pertaining to their situation. He just quickened his pace and raised the weapon, ready to swipe it diagonally across the puny form's body.

"Wait!" The Doctor reached up and grasped the mask, pulling it off their face, revealing the face of a woman. The same woman who had been escorted back home by Briggs before. "Don't kill me! I can be of use! I'll do anything! I'll stop using the Village Guard to lure travelers into town! Please!"

Jack stared down at Lady Hamlet for a moment before smiling falsely, his glove squeaking against the shaft of the weapon as he increased his grip, before scrunching up his nose slightly in disgust. "You won't feel a thing, Doc."

"I don--"

With a swift swipe of the weapon in his hand, the woman disguised as a man died the moment the spear made an incision her skin. Her head would roll clear off her shoulders and onto the dirty floor, rotten straw in her hair, her tears of despair at the sight of death wetting the frozen ground.

Turning his head, Jack glanced towards the stairs. He could see through that narrow doorway that the newbs were sifting through the bodies. Of course after they already puked at the real gore which lay before them. They were gamers and taking from the dead is what they did.

It was the only way to progress and gain more things.

Jack could only shake his head at the scavenging that was going on upstairs. If he was them, he'd do the same exact thing. So as he turned to look at the front door of the Inn, he pursed his lips.