Lunar Awakening-Chapter 72: The Demon Of Death & Fury (1).

The world was still encroached in darkness and daybreak was still hours away, the mansion isolated in a quiet region of the country meant to be a place of leisure and safety had now turned into a butcher house.

The blood of several hundreds of security officers now littered the grounds, machine gun turrets now ripped apart. Some of them were mangled and had their bodies torn apart so violently that it was hard to tell if they were ever human in the first place.

Yet amidst all of this bloodshed and death there still seemed to be a few humans alive within the mansion. The bloody bride who identified herself as a member of an illusive group stood above a small frightened girl, with a gun pointed to her skull.

And without hesitation she pulled the trigger and let the shot fly in the air, she watched the bullet tear through the air with ballistic force and impale the wall several meters away.

"What?" The bloody bride said in deep shock. She was known in the underworld as one of the best shots in the world, she never missed unless she meant to but just now she— missed.

"What’s happening to me?" She asked as her eyes fell down to her hand which was currently gripping the gun, not with a steady grip but trembling too even hold the gun straight.

Melissa’s eyes had now sunk into her face due to the excessive crying, but her face seemed to soften at the sight of something. It was barely a noticeable change but something was happening.

The bloody bride tried to shoot again but this time she forgot how to use a gun, even the basics of how to use it. She watched in horror as the gun slipped out of her hands and fell to the ground with a soft thud.

"What is wrong with me?" She asked as she watched her hands tremble further.

In that moment another voice spoke, it was deep and imposing— strong enough to cause her senses to go numb and it came from the very window where she had tossed a certain awakened through. "What you feel is fear, at its untainted."

For a brief moment no one spoke in the room, they simply froze— unable to describe the feeling that had just permeated the air.

A figure climbed into the room with relaxed grace, his bare feet pressing down on the hard tiled floor. His posture was nothing short of magnificent, confident and powerful. From his body emanated an aura that disturbed the air around him visibly like visible waves.

He started to walk towards the bloody bride, the room grew even more quiet so that only his bare feet touching the ground started to resonate.

His mouth which was painted black parted to reveal rows of sharp white teeth as he spoke without losing his composure once. "I don’t know which is more infuriating... That you pathetic humans keep trying to damage my vessel, or that my pathetic vessel does kill itself. It’s an irony isn’t it."

He stopped a few feet from the bloody bride and then looked at the situation of everyone in the room before letting his eyes settle down on Melissa, "Little one, you are at the center of this aren’t you?"

Melissa whimpered, she had no strength left to cry. She opened her mouth weakly and said, "Please save my sister."

The figure turned his head and looked at Hinata whose body was anywhere near from making a full recovery and threw his head back, laughing hysterically. His laughter caused the air to grow even colder.

"I do not do the biddings of pathetic mortals." Xavax boomed before letting his eyes drift back to the bloody bride. This time when he spoke his tone lacked its usual glimmer and became very dark and distant—

"Turn around."

"Die looking at me."

’Dear god, please help. Avan, Cotton, anyone?’ As much as she tried to argue or fight against it she could tell that death was coming. She tried to think of an escape route but none could form in her mind. Instead they all altered themselves to a death— inescapable.

She turned back slowly to see a man that looked unlike anything similar to the one she had killed earlier. This one had dark red eyes, black tattoos that formed spirals across his body and bare chest. To make matters worse his tattoos were wriggling like living tendrils of a creature. His hair was silver white and spiky, his face devoid of any emotion.

"Who are you?" She stuttered.

"Managing to say a few words under my suppressive aura, how peculiar." He said without showing any hint of admiration whatsoever.

He simply thrust his hand into her chest and pulled out her heart like it was as easy as taking candy from a baby. He watched her eyes widen with fear as she stared at her beating heart and tossed it out the window.

She staggered backwards, her eyes still struggling to accept what had just happened before collapsing to the floor and getting bathed in her own blood.

Xavax simply stood there feeling the gaze of everyone on him. It was clear no one knew what to say to him or how to act, he opened his mouth and said to Melissa. "I really despise fighting weaklings."

He fell into a deep silence for a short while before turning his attention towards the door. He approached it with a wide smile on his face.

"Where are you going? Aren’t you here to protect us?" Melissa spoke but instantly regretted it. The moment their eyes locked she looked away instantly, it felt like staring at something vile and cursed.

Xavax continued his forwards advance and said. "Order me around again and I’ll skin your father and make you wear him as a coat." The little girl shrunk in fear. Xavax reached for the door, his smile widening, "I sense someone strong on the other end of this door. It’s finally time to have a proper fight."

He then pushed the door open and stepped into the hall to face the next battle that awaited him.