CHAPTER 50: FIRST TARGET.

I stroke my chin. A hole in the forcefield? That’s a problem.

But yet, I find it extremely amusing. Things are finally getting exciting.

Now, I don’t need reasons to go on a killing spree. My appetite for blood has been starved for as long as I remember.

There is no thrill better than mass murder, swimming in the blood of weak humans.

Aventri folds his arms across his chest, watching me from beneath his long lashes.

He seems so bothered by the prospect of a breakout.

I, on the other hand, am looking forward to it - so I can hunt down and kill every single soul that escapes.

"What is so funny, Fang? We have managed to contain them all this time. You have just one job - and that is to run the Blink. You can’t even do that right".

The condescension in his voice is meant to unnerve and probably infuriate me, but it strikes me as a compliment.

I patronize him with a charming smile.

"You’re right, Aventri. I run this place, and I can run it however I like".

"Fix the hole in the forcefield with immediate effect".

I pat the lapel of his cloak absently.

"You don’t give me orders. I’m going to leave the hole exactly as it is. I want to see the first person who’d be dumb enough to try and escape".

I lick my lips in anticipation.

I hope it’s Arya.

She thinks she can defeat me. I giggle. She’s too much of a coward to rise from her lowly rank. But, I never underestimate a prospective foe.

Besides, her loyalty is to me first. She can’t kill her master.

On the other hand, Xian Xi is a force to be reckoned with. I felt his power. He never struck me as such a powerful being. I always saw him as a guy who discovered the secret to overcoming nightmares and banked on it to achieve his status.

Other Diamond Rank members seemed superior to him, especially Jakota.

But in the end, none of them match up to me.

Before he blasted me across the room, I was able to lock him in his own mind. As long as he stays trapped, it would buy the poison enough time to kill him.

I almost feel bad for killing him too quickly. I never kill my opponents that quick. Slow and unending torture is my trademark.

There’s something so endearing and sensual about someone else’s pain. Hearing their pleas for mercy, their cries for help, their grunts, their sobs - its a natural melody that cannot be rivalled by any instrument or sound. It’s my addiction.

Aventri snaps his fingers in front of my eyes, jerking me out of my thoughts.

"What do you mean by that? Do I have to summon the other Demon rulers? The council would definitely not agree with your methods. It is far too risky".

I stare at him with bright, amused eyes.

"Are you afraid of some helpless and weak beings, Aventri?"

His face darkens with indignation. His eyes take on a very dark look, a look that intimidates even me.

I regret my words instantly, but it is not in my vocalbulary to apologize.

I remain unfazed. My gaze never leaves his.

"You have not heard the last of this discussion. I will summon the council, and we might consider replacing you".

His threat holds no sway over me. Nothing has anything to do with the other. Removing me from the Blink would not stop me from carrying out my threats.

After a long, silent stare, he turns and leaves with a rustle of his elegant cloak.

Hmmm...who would the council elect to replace me?

I hope it’s someone who strikes more fear than even I do.

Back to business. Who am I going to kill tonight?

To be fair, I have already killed Xian Xi and Hikaru. But unfortunately, my appetite can never be abated.

I stroll down the dark hallway. I want my victim to know the dread of my arrival rather than just feel it. It always strikes more fear when my presence is anticipated, instead of just appearing.

I know who is going to go next. Arigana. The blind girl who buried Arya’s demon body. There must be a link between two of them. A link I intend to take full advantage of.

Let’s see, how should she die?

Should I hang her in the center of the cafeteria for everyone to see? Should I chop her head off and leave it in Arya’s room with a message for her to find? Should I send an Annihilator after her?

To be honest, I’m not sure what I was thinking when I sent an Annihilator after Arya. I had enjoyed the show - it had been a bitter-sweet moment for me.

It showed Arya’s flaws in ways that nothing else would. It reminded me of all the reasons I became attracted to her - her weakness. I feed off of people’s weakness. She almost has no strengths. And it is my job to break her, in order to prevent her from developing any more strengths.

I skip along the hallway playfully, trailing my nails along the walls as I whistle an eerie melody. My nails dig into the stone walls, making a soft scraping noise.

I walk through the tunnel and past the wall leading to the cafeteria.

I examine the center of the ceiling for a good hanging spot.

It would do nicely, I think.

I climb the fixed-in metal table and hop from one table to the next playfully.

I jump down when I reach the end of the row.

The hallway is surprisingly empty and silent.

I can hear the echoes of wailing players as I run my hands along the walls.

The Demon Enforcers did a wonderful job. I hope there were a lot of bloody noses and snapped limbs.

All the vaults have been locked by the System. It ruins my plan of making an entrance.

I skip through the endless hall, feeding off the echoes of screams radiating through my fingers as they graze the walls.

Then, I stop in front of the door of my victim.

Blind blondy might not see me coming either way - it’s not like she is affected by the darkness.

I disappear and appear in her room.

She is lying on the bed, clutching her sword.

Her eyes fly open as she becomes aware of my presence.

Impressive, given that I’ve barely made a sound.

I watch her silently, waiting to see what she would do next. She swings into a sitting position and braces her sheathed sword between her thighs.

"What do you want?" She asks in an angry voice tinged with recognition.

We’ve met before, but I’m still surprised that she can identify me.

Does she read auras? Does she have spiritual eyes?

"I don’t want anything".

She unsheathes her sword. The slide of metal against metal erupts loudly in the silence.

"State your mission!"

I grin. My mission is to kill her in the most brutal and disgusting way possible, but I’ll spare her the details.

"I-"

She lunges at me before I can even speak. I She cuts my arm off. I bend down and pick it up, sliding it back into place and waiting for it to heal.

"It is rude to interrupt a person who is speaking". I chide softly.

She snorts and turns around, charging at me again. Her movements are radiating with anger and purpose. The grunts and hisses coming from between her gritted teeth are signs of her frustration.

Too bad she isn’t interested in a little chat. I dodge her attack effortlessly, sliding to the side quicker than the wind. Her blade cuts through the fabric of my sleeve.

She drops to the floor and tries to swing me off balance with a floor kick. Her kick sweeps me into the air and I land on my back. She holds her sword against my neck.

She thrusts forward, narrowly missing my elegant robe as I vanish.

I appear again, sitting comfortably on her bed with my legs crossed. It’s no longer fun. She’s not a fun plaything.

I’m only trying to humour her - that’s the only reason she’s still alive.

She stops and studies me.

"Why did you come to visit?"

"You won’t like the answer to that, darling".

She stiffens when the meaning of my casual words dawn on her. Her eyes widen slightly, but she immediately tames her expression.

"Then, I’ll fight you till my last breath!" She yells and lunges forward.

Her sword begins to gleam in the darkness. The white light emanating from the sword depicts a pure kind of power.

Pure and undefiled - the exact opposite of everything I represent.

My grin widens to my ears. Now, things are getting interesting.

She runs in a circle, whispering something inaudible to me.

With one quick movement, she drives her sword through my heart.