The First Blood
It would be best to start with the gods, as they will put up the greatest struggle. I start walking, our steps echoing in the darkness of the abyss. I see some gods talking. I disappear into the darkness and kill them with the sword. Their souls shatter.
"Reaper what the fuck!?!" A voice yells, "what's gotten into you?"
I turn around to see prototype 42 in my way. I kill him with no hesitation, reminding myself that it's all of us, or most of us.
I continue to move towards the capital, where Reaper Classic is. His faction, the Peace Seekers will pose the greatest threat.
We arrive at the gates, killing any we happen across, no witnesses makes this easier. Reaper Classic greets us at the gates. "Hey Reaper," he smiles, "have you reconsidered killing authors?"
"Kinda," I explain, reaching for the sword, "let's just say, I've seen the truth." I stab Reaper Classic, I see the look of betrayal in his eyes as his soul breaks into hundreds of itty biitty pieces before dissipating.
"By the gods!" I hear a voice, "he's erasing souls! Get him!"
Mortals lunge at me. Well, this will be easy. A whole faction gone in about five hundred words? Must be my lucky day. I leap into the fray...
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top