Chapter One: Lass (Part Two)
Kill!Kill!Kill!Kill!
Startled by the sudden noise, Lass awoke. Surprisingly, the village where he and Kaze’aze were at was gone, and the scenery had changed. He was in yet another village, but the houses looked older, smaller.
“Where is this…..?”
His injuries seemed to have been healed. He moved around his legs, testing them.
“ah…..”
Then it hit him. He was inside the Dark Lady’s orb, her memories. Inside the truth of what happened to his mother and sister….. Where were they, anyways?
Then he noticed the mob of people who were shouting out “kill” repeatedly. They were surrounding a house, a house that Lass recognized very clearly….. It was the very house that Lass had lived of in his younger years.
“Wha….. What the heck are you people do-“
His sentence was cut off half-way as three men came out of the house, shouting out some angry words. However, they were not coming out alone. They were dragging two figures – one small, one bigger – along with them. There they were, being dragged by those men- they were Lass’ mother and sister.
“Please, show mercy!”
Lass’ mother was crying, on her knees and begging for mercy. Drops of tears trickled down her cheeks. One of the men kicked her full in the stomach.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
The angry Lass bellowed on top of his lungs. He ran over to the man, and kicked his face as hard as he could. Of course, his kick just went through the man like he was a ghost.
The next event happened all too quickly. A man with a golden necklace on his neck grabbed the little girl – Lass’ sister – and stabbed her with a small dagger.
“NO!”
Lass waved his hands at his sister, desperately trying to grab her. Blood was everywhere. The little girl did not even have time to scream. She still gagging and coughing out blood when the man kicked her hard, sending her flying. The man was laughing hysterically, resembling a maniac.
“Die, Half-Demons! You don’t deserve to live!”
Throwing the little girl’s body aside, the man now approached Lass’ mother. Lass’ mother, who tried to get to her daughter, was kicked back by several men. Tears were flowing down the woman’s cheeks, and Lass’ cheeks were already full of them.
“NO! NO! NO! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU?”
Lass’ mother shouted the words before Lass could get them out of his mouth. Perhaps it was better – as they couldn’t see or hear anything Lass did there – or perhaps it was not.
“Your sin is your existence! You are accursed creatures!”
Grinning, the man raised his spear and slashed at the poor woman kneeling on the floor. Blood was everywhere, and all the blood was from Lass’ lost family.
Lass tried to hit the man again, though knowing that it was futile. Even as he was punching, the man raised his spear, and struck, this time with full force. Lass saw his mother getting pierced by the pointed top. His mother’s blood trickled down to the floor. Lass’ mother was motionless for a few seconds, then collapsed.
“No…..No……No…..No…..”
Lass muttered “no” frequently as if the words would magically bring his mother back , and maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, he was hoping that they would.
“The Demons are dead!”
The man with the golden necklace shouted out loud to the crowd. Lass looked upward slowly to the man. He swore to himself that he would remember the man’s face. He was grinning, the man. The man was enjoying it, enjoying killing helpless people. Lass was just about to see the man’s clearly when he suddenly felt a rush of heat inside him. The same kind when he fall into this accursed piece of memory.
“Gahhhh…….”
He felt it getting hotter inside of him, stronger. He felt immense pain – and was surrounded by a ray of light yet again. However, it was not the kind of light that made him experience the Dark Lady’s memories. It was fiery and painful even after Lass closed his eyelids. He felt exactly the opposite of when he first resonated with the orb’s power. This time, he was getting sucked in. His body was trying to go forward, but Lass did not let it do so until he caught a closer glance of the man’s necklace.
It was a simple decoration, a golden horse in the middle of a circular ring, filled with diamonds.
With his last ounce of strength left, Lass shouted while crying.
“YOU SHALL PAY!”
