Overlord Blue Citadel Alternate

『Honest Blood』

Blood was caked across his World Champion Class attire, and even on his face. His amethyst eyes shone brightly from beneath his stained silvery hair, his pupils as thin as needles. His gaze traced over the human remains which were sewn across the walls and the floors of the brothel.

These beings, these mercenaries had put up a good fight. Though it didn't last long. He killed each and every single one of them before they could reach the door. Even the ones that practically surrendered weren't spared. 

Why? Because he was caught up in the moment. Almost like a beast he hardly processed their cries for mercy as he had torn them asunder. He didn't see them as human beings, not any longer, they were nothing but chew toys.

The Workers and enforcers of the Eight Finger Syndicate were wasted, dead, more than dead. Not a single body was left in tact as they were heavily mutilated, torn apart, and since the place was muted to the outside world, no one heard it.

No one would know until the stench crept out into the streets, or some poor sap came to investigate the brothel.

Vertum had gone room to room, killing noblemen and customers who were beating and forcing the women to do their bidding. Soon the place was quiet, eerily so. There was no escape for those who had committed sin in his eyes, although that was not the reason he had done this act. Killing them was merely something he could do and that he allowed himself to do, fulfilling an urge which he usually suppressed. Violence was usually something he didn't like taking too keenly to, but he had no real problem doing it.

As he collected the trafficked females into the main room where he had originally appeared. He tended to them, healing their bruises and physical scars, and even curing their transmitted diseases. To them, he had become a miracle worker, a God who had descended in their time of need. At the same time however, he worked with cold efficiency, little bedside manner as he had no idea when the next wave of individuals would come flooding in through the basement door.

From the memories of the man who he had devoured, there was a tunnel network beneath the Capital City of Re-Estize. It was likely what they used to move their slaves about and other contraband which had been made illegal through the Golden Princess's attempts at reforming the Kingdom.

All these women, he freed them even though he had originally planned to just leave them behind. He hadn't known them, he only had one goal and that was to collect Tuare. 

He could have just stopped at killing the Head of the Department, but he didn't...

He was now back to his more humane, practical and calm self. 

Had he really gotten too absorbed in what he had done? His eyes traveled over each and every one of them. Part of them feared him for his power and brutality, part of them didn't want to leave his presence in fear more men would come.

In retrospect, he quickly found that none of them were bad looking. Sure some may be mundane, from a poor village, but some of them were even elves likely bought from the Theocracy and smuggled into the country.

Letting out a sigh as one of them spoke up.

"Mister... Th-thank you for saving us..." She had to have been around seventeen. She practically fell to her knees in front of him, her hands clasped up towards him as if to give him holy praise.

Vertum just stared down at her for a few seconds before letting out a light sigh. Though he had no idea if he could procreate with humans just yet, as there was evidence as well as legends of half-humanoid and half-heteromorphic beings, he knew his regular human residence within the City very well could.