Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 117: The Faceless man

Where the boy’s face was meant to be stood a strange mask. It was blood red and black in colour and attached itself perfectly as though it was a second skin.

Atop this mask were multiple tortuous horns that stood like branches and on his face was a permanent grin.

The mask was not the most pleasant thing to look at, yet that was jot the only reason for the tension. Only Ark and maybe Damian had noticed, but the disturbing feeling they all had when they stared at him was due to the aura he was exuding.

Basically, even right now, he was using his curse.

But they had made subsequent preparations, those of them in the room were hard men who had seen countless horrors during their service.

Men like these sparsely got scared, meaning he would fail at manipulating them.

Ark picked a chair and placed it in front of the boy, he turned it so that the back of the chair was facing the suspect, and then sat on the chair, leaning his chest onto the back rest.

He observed the boy for a few long seconds before speaking:

"Welcome to our little abode, Mr Faceless."

Ark reached forward and grabbed the mask but when he tugged it, the boy’s face moved along with it, the horrid thing was practically his face.

’Another illusion?’

It didn’t matter, either way, it was impossible to take off.

"So... where shall we begin?" Ark paused briefly. "You not only caused an uproar in the shelter, disturbing the lives of many people with your ghost fantasies..."

"You also went as far as causing the death of one of our occupants."

The only person to have died after seeing the ghost was a middle aged lady. Her story had been a peculiar one, reason being that she was the only person who saw the ghost outside of the building they had caught him in.

From what Ark gathered from interviewing those who knew her, she had not seen a huge monstrous figure, but rather a tall goblin.

’So this is what she saw...’

In order to keep her silent he must have deemed it fit to eliminate her because their plan to start the ghost scares was to begin just shortly after.

A pointless death.

But it was what a happened next that angered Ark the most. An event that the occupants were now calling the blood march, the event that lead to the death of Cheif.

He was Ark’s friend for a brief time and Ark had not even known his name before his death.

Chief was an innocent kid that got killed in their scheme.

He gritted his teeth.

"Tell me Mr Ghost, what is so fun about serial murder?"

For a few tense moments the man simply stared right in Ark’s direction, his whole figure completely static.

And then he laughed—

Damian hissed, his grip on his gun tightening to the point where his fingers were white, while the soldiers expressed various forms of disdain.

Ghost’s voice was deep, hoarse even and far different from the voice of the person Ark had caught with Laureatta, but he could as well be faking his voice.

Ark smiled and the boy finally stopped laughing.

"Forgive me for answering a question with one of my own but tell me curse bearer, what part of it isn’t fun?" He paused and leaned in a little closer.

"The serial murders I mean..."

Ark held himself from reacting, instead, holding onto the well crafted facade of composure he had built up. But the boy probed him even deeper.

"Imagine it like this. You like games don’t you? Well I’m simply playing a game, just this time with human bodies."

Just as those worlds left his lips, Ark lunged at him, planting his left fist right at the tip of his jaw and causing his head to violently rock back.

Ghost, shook his head slightly and spat out blood, the crimson liquid somehow managing to leave his mouth without touching the mask.

"How childish." He said, is voice full with contempt. "Are you going to resort to torture?"

Ark was already getting ready to deliver a more powerful blow when Damian held onto his arm.

"We won’t get much from him if he’s dead you know?"

He turned to the boy and smiled.

"Why are you purposely causing problems in the shelter?"

Ghost shrugged. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Are you so dumb that I’ll have to repeat myself over and over again? I did it to have fun."

Damian surprisingly kept his cool and asked the next question.

"How many people do you work with?"

"It’s just me."

Ark didn’t need Emma to know that it was a lie, he had worked with Lauretta and most likely another person considering the other occurrences that had happened.

Damian reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, casually placing it between his lips.

"Know anything about the hole on the wall?"

The boy shook his head slowly.

"I assure you that I have never seen a darn wall in my life!"

Damian lit his cigarette and took a long drag just before he started laughing. The masked man joined in the laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Ahahahahahahaha!"

And then suddenly, he pulled out the cigarette and pressed it aginst the boys arm. There was a light sizzling sound that permeated the air, followed by the scent of burnt hair and flesh.

The boy tried to act unfazed but Ark noticed his hand twitch slightly from the pain, or anger...

After staring at his burnt skin for some time, Ghost turned to face Damian, his movements painstakingly slow.

And then it suddenly felt as though the pressure in the room had intensified to an frightening degree. It felt suffocating, as though the air was having and drawing each breath took considerable force.

He had unleashed the full power of his aura.

Before Damian could react, another overwhelming pressure spread across the room, completely consuming his aura within seconds.

It was a different type of feeling, right now it was as though they were in the presence of that which was sacred.

The air tingled with golden sparks and the room appeared to get slightly brighter.

Still sitting on his seat, Ark lened in forward, a small smile on his face. Only his golden eyes reflected the true nature of his thoughts...

The tumultuous emotions that he had locked behind that smile, the pain of all those they had lost, the overbearing feeling he experienced when he met the families of the deceased—

And the searing pain he felt whenever he remembered chief.

A sharp ear piercing whisper whistle filled the room and in an instant multiple cuts appeared on ghost’s body drawing blood.

Ark leaned a little closer, his bloodthirst hanging in the air like a thick cloud, and then he said:

"Tell me Mr ghost, do you want to die so badly?"