Blood of The Lustful

Not enough.

The knife pressed onto the guard’s skin, his face still expressionless.

Not enough.

The point on the knife pressed into his skin, a drop of blood slid onto the blade, the guard blinked, his eyes began to waver.

Saga smiled.

Not enough.

The knife pressed further in, he could feel resistance as he felt a muscle. The fear in the guard’s eyes was now undeniable, a silent whimper of pain escaped through his mouth.

“Not enough.” Saga said aloud.

The guard on the ground jumped on his feet as he tried to save his comrade. Saga pushed the entire knife into the guard’s neck and twisted his body behind him; he choked and spat blood, his body squirming in resistance to Saga’s inhumanely strong grip.

The two guards gasped and froze in their tracks, the one at the pay booth looked on in horror, disbelief and confusion on his face, their swords stopped in their sheaths.

Saga put his mouth onto the squirming guard’s ear and breathed out:

“Not enough.”

Saga slid the knife past his entire throat, his grip not loosening, the cut split wide open, spraying a beautiful shade of blood everywhere on the guard in front of him as the body grew limp.

Insanity drove itself into Saga’s head.

His voracious hunger for death and pain only grew upon the first kill.

More.

More.

More.

More.

I need more.

Saga’s thoughts became a repetitive madness as he let go of the body, the lifeless eyes open and rolled back, his esophagus exposed and still leaking blood, the jugular still pulsating, taking in nothing but the godforsaken air.

Sense returned to the last two guards, Mark screamed, “YOU BASTARD!”

He pulled an iron sword out from under the booth, hidden under the boards, desperate in his rage, he lunged at Saga before he could ready it, striking him from above. Saga didn’t move as the sword came down, slicing into his left shoulder, the dull and rusted blade stopping suddenly a few centimeters into his collarbone. Blood gushed from Saga's limp shoulder, his wounded hand dangled as it slumped down. A trance, the euphoric feeling of taking the man’s life had left Saga in a trance, his mind distant from his body.

Mark looked into Saga’s eyes, not a single hint of pain or fear in them. Instead, they stared off into the distance, as if he was asleep, his wicked smile now a frown. At this point all the watchmen near the farm had noticed the ongoing battle, rushing towards the scene with baton’s drawn, some standing back with the workers and watching the chaos unfold.

Still confused, Mark lifted his now dented blade out ofSaga’s shoulder, grunting as it took a very surprising amount of effort. He lifted it into the air again, his face in a rage.

“DIE, YOU PIG!” Another direct hit onto Saga’s shoulder blade. But a loud clunk was heard as the blade broke in half, the pointed edge flying off behind him. The handle flew out of his hands as the force of his own strike recoiled back, now gripping nothing but the air. A short second passed as he realized what had just happened, jumping back quickly, as the other guard went in front of him, waiting for Saga’s move.

A sudden realization had passed Mark, “Inhuman…” He said past his quick breaths, “He can't be a human.”

The guard replied worriedly, “Inhuman? Impossible, what are you saying? That he’s... a Blasphemer? An… Awakening? Here? Impossible, how do you know?”

“Idiot! Just deal with him for now, we need to get Leo.” Mark sprinted towards the manor, where there looked to be lethally armed guards with iron swords and longbows, ignorantly gambling and drinking, completely oblivious to their dead comrade.

Saga’s distant eyes finally looked at the guard standing before him. His trance fading away. Anger once again swallowed his face and eyes. He walked towards the man, knife raised as his pace accelerated.

The guard’s inexperience in combat and his initial fear made him hesitate. Surprised at Saga’s sudden movement, he screamed as he broke his stance and swung at him with one hand, the baton bouncing off of Saga’s already limp arm.

The guard let go of the baton as Saga jumped onto him, unfazed by the pathetic attack. Now on the ground, the guard screamed in fear as he looked away and covered his face with his hands.

“M-Mercy! Please! Give me mercy!” He closed his eyes and started to quietly sob.

Saga had never felt a rage this great before. His hair stood up on his skin, he could feel his heart pound even harder, he could hear the blood going through his body. A swift stab into his lower jaw into his head stopped the sobbing instantly, the guard’s hands flopped lifelessly against the ground, his eyes closed and his mouth open. The blade visible inside his throat. Blood gently flowed out the wound.

Saga stood up and studied the body, pleased with the horrifying sight. A slight breeze blew past, carrying the message of Saga’s existence throughout the Earth.

Warning the ones who value their lives that his Onslaught had yet to finish.