Prologue What it means to commit crimes

in a world where it’s easy to commit atrocious crimes and sins just how far would you go to be sinless?

I’m sorry for forcing this on you happiness doesn’t come cheap after all maybe I just wanted you to smile but sadly this never works just how I want it to I love you Jack but I’m sorry this is the end of the line for me I’ll probably be sent to hell I’m a sinful person after all I’m the worst aren’t I? Yeah, I know already the church can’t be trusted; they’re the root cause of this entire situation. cough cough, ah, my times already coming so listen to me, Jack.

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Don’t blame you,rself for what happened it’s not your fault so please don’t hurt yourself over this you can still do things over live the happy and sinless life you dreamed long ago and always be honest with yourself and others. I…may die now, but I’ll always watch over. You, my dearest Jack

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Thirteen years have passed after my mother tragically lost her life in the church’s hands and I was soon taken by them to train to be an executioner and execute sinful people. It’s only later I realized that my mother was a whore who sucked up to men only to steal money.

from them to livable wage for me her one and only son. She had accumulated many sin,,s and in turn, accidentally or perhaps due to the weight of her sin she couldn’t take it and decided to take her own life so as to escape from her own misfortune, weakness, and the hellish reality of going to hell and suffering forever until she atoned for all of her sins.

I wonder was mother wrong? After all she had no choice to sell herself to make money she was poor and weak, extremely weak willed that she couldn’t afford to get a decent job in the slums. I don’t know,, and I may never know but nonetheless, I hoped she was alive. I really miss her.

My life after losing her was all covered in gray and silver not a single thing was bright and colorful in my life the food tasted horrible and everyone there was strict and emotionless. I couldn’t make a single friend; everyone avoided me like I was. The plague or perhaps because I was living with a sinful person, they perhaps thought I was a disgusting sinful bastard.

who’ll eventually cause havoc and destruction upon others nonetheless I remained lonely my entire life and mostly trained and studied to be an executioner as a job that takes one person is perfect for me and moreover I don’t know how to live or love normally. After all, I’m just a monster in sheep’s clothing that’s incapable of being normal so a job consisting of solitude

and punishing or rather executing, the sinful seems wholly fitting for a being such:: as I and so I have now set off for my first-ever execution job and put on my black-colored blindfold on and the letters inscribed there were as such

Ignorance is a bliss for the wicked and the weak

Ignorance is truly a bliss indeed, after all this blindfold not only hinders my vision a little but blocks my hearing to the sinful peoples desperate plea to be heard after all my only objective is to simply send them to hell so they could be reborn and lead happier lives. Whether they plea to be saved or not;. Simply matters not; I care for nothing more from these foolish creatures, and with that, I opened the map and found the detailed information for the sinful person.

Name: Harrold Quevi

Occupation: shop owner of children toys

Accumulated sins: kidnaps and slowly kills young children after torturing their parents to death

Mission rank: S

Appearance: slightly fat with straight brown hair and brown eyes wears ragged clothes

Strength and weaknesses: can expertly use a knife and is weak in dark and cramped spaces

Location: 14th street of Fiore

With all this info covered, I finally got a lead on the target and so picked my divine punishment sword that I named Ruby for convenience for its pure red scabbard and blade.

Wearing my blindfold on I head out

“Time to set off for my first job”

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I arrived at 14th Street and Fiore, and I was set my lodgings down for the day,. as it took from morning till midnight to reach there from the Church of Sin and Happiness via carriage riding and so tired for the day I managed to find a hotel, so I took some rest to prepare myself and rest well.

I woke up well and I stretched and willingly got up and washed my face. After eating some light breakfast, I reread the information I got handed about the perpetrator learning everything I can about him and rechecking my gear for good.

after checking everything is in place I head out for my first ever target. I wore a church-inscribed cloak, as Fiore is always snowing for 7 months every year or two, and so the first thing is getting in touch with the perpetrator and judging them down to their last sin.

14th street Fiore was covered with small brick and wooden houses and cobble stone roads. The people there wear nice-fashioned clothing and are very happy going about their day; the conversations seems light and simple, ranging from talking about their days at work and the freezing weather.

“Nothing about the sinful huh” I said. As I strolled around and looked at him with a calm, unfeeling gaze, patiently waiting for my target

waiting for him to appear like a predator waiting for its prey and somehow just looking at the way people carry themselves in a calm and slow manner like this really makes you calm down and just take into heart how beautiful and weirdly heartwarming it is and soon enough I managed to overhear juicy information about the target.

“Did you hear? Apparently harrold is gonna take a carriage to the forest of return to advertise his brand”

“Ah,looks like he’s going to leave this town for good then.”

The two people casually spreading important information like that sure spoke as if they liked that man despite of his heinous acts. I wonder, are they aware of his evil deeds?

No matter I’ll kill him once he leaves. I can’t afford to have witnesses that are not from the church.

I got off the bench and made my way to his store to browse, and there he was, casually packing up his children's toys into his carriage with an almost sad expression a thought occurred to me.

Did this man really commit crimes and torture and murder the family? It’s almost……no I can’t hesitate. regardless of whether they feel remorse or not I must kill them. That’s my job and only road towards happiness. I must not, hesitate

And so I set a tracker,,, in his carriage unbeknownst to him and walked away from his store my resolve unwavering, and so thanks to the magic tracker I pushed into his carriage, and Harold finally set out.. and so silently I set out

to judge him for his sinful crimes and so night came and I followed his carriage without him noticing and after moving farther away from the city, I decided now was the right time to approach him and so I brandished my Ruby red sword and slashed at his carriage sword in hand, and announced,

“Harrold Quevi I have come to judge you for your sinful crimes and send you to hell.”

The man looked at me with pity and despair as if he knew his time would come.

If you knew your time would come, why didn’t you?

The more I question things the more suspicious and concerned I become, as if the church’s strict teachings didn’t register onto to me whatsoever the man’s lips were moving but naturally I couldn’t hear a thing due to the

Blindfolds are magic of muting their pleas and words so that judging them is simple enough and so we wouldn’t hesitate, and so without further ado I lunged forward, ready to judge him for his sin, as he pulled a huge straight sword and blocked my Ruby with an angry expression on his face, annoyed.

He lunged backwards onto the front of carriage and the forest just behind him. He held the sword above his head and gripped his sword with a sharp look in his eyes. I trembled at seeing his almost perfect stance.

Something’s off

As I thought that and in a single jump Harrold aimed his sword upwards towards my head and swung it down with a force of a bear. I blocked it with the side of my sword and was pushed down to the soil.

His strength is no joke; this dude's a beast. Shit. I messed up a bit. Oh well.

I decided to use a bit of magic to win and chanted

Magic: sword slash of heaven

Thanks to him pinning me down I managed to one up him and slash him in a straight line in his chest. Fresh red blood spurred out from his straight fresh wound and he staggered back from the pain, letting go of his sword and

panting heavily for air as he clutches his sword wound, looking at me with utter fear and hopelessness, and so I got up raised my ruby sword, and with one last declaration, I—

Before I knew it I found myself in the ground panting for air and clutching my chest in pain much as he was my vision hazy and blurry. I could make out something red with some words inscribed into it

“Ru…by” my voice hoarse from the pain from the pain in my stomach and blood coming out of my mouth. I realized then that I was kicked by the man as he picked his sword up and

looked at me with pity again. Pissed, I tried to get up but my body won’t listen to me and so I tried to crawl there but the man got close and kicked my jaw and I yet again fell backwards, coughing up blood again as I feel the man’s foot up my chest as as he spoke.

“How pitiful they sent a child soldier against me thinking I’ll play around for him. Sadly, I can’t forgive the church for deceiving me, and turning me into a sinner, so come, children, or not, I’ll kill you all.”

Suddenly I realized my blindfold was gone, as I could his voice and found myself in a real pinch as he yet again raised his sword up his head. and slowly turned it my throat, ready to take my life away and for once memories flashed through my head

“your an executioner now your role is to judge sinners. Don’t question anything, and don’t hesitate, or else your pathetic life will end.”

I reme.mbered the first words the teacher said to me. Every time lessons started, he would strictly say this every single trying to force their ideals onto me

“Your a whores son so don’t expect a good hospitality you scum”

I remembered the priest's words every time I came to pray.

“Never forget the lord’s kindness, for you wouldn’t have even been alive had it not been for his grace.”

I remembered the females words after I was rescued from my mother I was scared at that time much like I am now really scared I don’t want to. die. I don’t want to. die. I can’t fight but I have to

Magic: Hellish fire

I conjured a fireball towards him right on his face, and he jumped down from his position and rolled on the ground trying to get rid of the fireball burning away his face as I put my hands in my stomach and healed myself.

Magic: saints Judas grace

The wound in my chest, quickly healed and with my target clearly struggling, I reached for my Ruby and up my chest ready to slash at him as he finally gets rid of the fire, his face half charcoal and half brown, he looked at me with rage in his eyes and as calm and relaxed as I am, I declared,

“Oh sinful one may you repent and atone for your sin.”

With that we both jumped at the same time he slashed down at my head and I calmly crouched down as the sword missed me by a hairs breadth and slashed upwards slashing

him in two I felt my sword truly cut flesh for the first time blood splattering everywhere and Harrold falls down face up I looked at him unfeeling and clearly glad I survived my first target. I then offered a silent prayer, hoping he would be reborn and be happy.

And with that, my first mission and brush with death had ended, and after spending days resting and recovering, I spent my time idly relaxing and honing my skills in preparation for my next one.