"Before I confront that god, I want to understand how actions can change the world. I want to understand how the whims of those in power, can affect those on the lower rungs. Once I do, I will educate that god…"
His voice deepened with a deadly tinge.
"...as I slaughter them."
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|DxD|- Chapter 44- A Merciless Glaive
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14/08/1994- May 7, 1996, Kuoh Countryside, Japan
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The moon hung over the skies, beautiful with its serene white glow. Its light scattered all over Kuoh, illuminating everything from the rivers to the mountains. Far in the countryside was a prosperous farm with hectares and hectares of planted rice fields.
A modest family home sat at the edge of it all. The windows were shattered and the door was crushed clean off its hinges as if it was struck by a hammer. A messy trail of blood lingered and the stench was stronger.
Inside, furniture lay in a broken mess. Couches were overturned and ceramics were in pieces. The blood trail grew longer until in the hallway, a severed arm lay. Up the stairs, blood splatter was everywhere and upon reaching the second floor, there was the acidic scent of bile and chyme.
The main bedroom door dangled open. At the foot of the bed, a bloodied man was disemboweled. He'd long since drew his last breath. He died with his eyes open, horrified panic still on his face.
A tall silhouette stood by the door. Golden eyes glowed in the darkness. He took a step forward, and the moon slowly illuminated him. Blonde hair like a mane fell over his sides when he leaned over. His form was draped in a dark blue overcoat. The soles of sandals unhesitatingly stepped into the puddle of blood.
Igor crouched before the man. He reached out with his hand to close his eyes.
"I apologise for the suffering you went through."
His deepened voice was calm. In the past two years, he'd seen many similar scenes all over Japan. Stray devils ran rampant, making him question everything about devil society.
He stood up and released a deep breath. He had the scent of the stray responsible. Finding them was only a matter of time. He was late for this family, but retribution would be seized.
His figure vanished without a sound. Answers would be given, and a price will be paid in blood.
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The sound of squelching flesh and satisfied grunts played a gruesome symphony inside an abandoned warehouse.
A large insect-human chimera skittered inside an abandoned storage facility deep in an old factory district. The tapping sound of its legs echoed in the large space. The upper-half was the body of a pale man with a hairy chest. The waist and lower were of a black praying mantis with yellow stripes.
Below his human arms, two barbed specialised limbs of a mantis's front legs crushed a corpse in their spiny grasp. His mandibled mouth tore into the stomach of the dead woman. Her intestines dangled on the floor like loose ropes. Her limbs had long since lost their vitality.
The man was ecstatic with his latest catch. This feast was once a sacred gear wielder. Their lifeforce was always stronger than the average human.
"Mm! I might get used to thissss~."
He shuddered in satisfaction. His body tingled with the energy he was absorbing. He closed his eyes in delight and moaned to the ceiling in sick satisfaction. Blood dripped from his sharp incisors to the cold cement floor.
Varangarr leaned in again, ready to continue his feast when he suddenly froze. The moment he opened his eyes, a pair of golden eyes were staring back at him. A boy—he didn't know when—was hovering upside down before him.
"Yiiiiiiiih!"
Varangarr dropped the woman's corpse on reflex and jumped back over twenty metres. His heart was pounding in his chest at the sudden fright. How did someone get so close to him without noticing?!
The moment Varangarr leaped back, Igor let himself fall and flipped himself upright, catching the mangled corpse just before he landed.
"W-Who are you!? How did you find me?!"
Varangarr was losing himself to fear. He sensed nothing from this boy. Absolutely nothing!
"Are you from the Administration?! Answer me!!!"
Demonic power circled in his body. His exoskeleton creaked with power. He was going mad from the unease.
Igor stood up straight. His arms were dyed red with blood. A dense aura of killing intent oozed from him.
"I will give you once chance."
He glanced over his shoulder. Golden eyes did not hide the barely restrained thirst for blood.
"Kill yourself."
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What's this? Varangar was instantly awashed with glee. His earlier fright was soaked up by the sponge of relief and happiness. He knew all these mind and intimidation games from his former king. This kid was probably weak like him—and just like his king, he'd devour the boy. Perhaps some sacred gear and parlour tricks helped the brat sneak up on him.
"Really now~?"
He rasped on. Igor's eyes gave him unease. But because Varangar sensed nothing, he believed this brat was peacocking with his fancy sacred gear.
"You're centuries too young to play these games with me bo—"
"So be it."
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Varangar froze. The voice…it came from his side! He turned to look and almost immediately, a burning crippling sensation came from all four limbs on his right side.
"YIIIIIIIIIIGH!!!!!"
He screeched amidst the mass of toppling flesh. All four limbs—his right arms and right legs—were severed and plopped to the ground. Varangarr fell over on his side, no longer able to support his large body. Green and red blood pulsed like spurts of water from his stumps. The pain was so maddenning he rolled around in a fruitless attempt to numb it.
Igor twirled his red glaive between his dexterous fingers. His eyes held no disdain. Only cold resolve.
"I gave you a chance."
The rusted iron roof rattled from the force caused by Varangarr's tumbles. Igor eyed his last remaining four limbs.
"Now you will beg for it."
He suddenly appeared in front of the man-beast. Another screech serenaded his arrival. Varangarr's last four limbs fell and twitched uselessly on the floor. His abdomen contorted and wriggled helplessly until it leaked a rancid green sludge from the rear opening.
"Varangarr Drengr. Thirteen people have been killed by you."
Igor recited with eerie calm. He had an expression of quiet rage.
"K-Kill…kill me…"
Varangarr had lost strength from the loss of blood. The pain made him delirious and unwilling to live any longer.
"Please—"
"Families were ruined. And you were pleased with yourself."
Vitriol leaked into Igor's voice.
"Scum like you…deserve no redemption!"
*Slash!*
He cut off Varangarr's head in one swift strike. The head and body fell, and Igor stood in the raised plume of grey dust. The headless corpse lay before him. It was his first time torturing an enemy to death, but he held no regret. For this kind of monster, he wished he'd done far more.
"You don't deserve to leave a corpse."
He stretched out his hand and vitality focused in his palm. A tiny orb formed before it rapidly expanded and exploded in a thruster-like blaze of energy.
The blast wave tore everything in its path for a few seconds that passed slowly. When it fizzled, all that was left was ground charred in a cone shape. Nothing remained of Varangarr. The threat was gone.
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AN: Igor is transforming into a ruthless man here. It's a rather sharp contrast to chapter 43. I mean, I understand two years have passed and he's some shit. I also understand he was late, saw a man disembowled and what was probably his wife being eaten. Hold on. Now that I think about it, wasn't Igor too calm? The hell did Baraquiel do to turn our budding philosopher of justice into a ruthless machine?
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Chapter 44
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