Decent Into Madness

part 4

A sword engraved with a professional hunters mark stuck out of her stomach. Looking up a bit more he saw a second stake through her heart. It all happened in the second that he was blinded. She was the first target so she got all the attacks first. He still didn't have a scratch.The emotions that ran through him didn't even make sense. He couldn't comprehend what just happened. Even though his vision had returned he was just as disoritented. All that stood around were the 10 guards that always kept watch over Alexander and Victoria. At first he was simply confused. confused as to why they were simply standing there when the culprit had to be caught. It wasn't till he stood up that he realized that the reason they were not rushing to find the culprit, was because they were the ones doing the crime.

There was a dead silence. Yoru falls to his knees hitting the ground with a thud. His legs had buckled under the weight of his grief. Nothing but shock remained. His mind, his body, his soul.....none of it could comprehend what just happened. The only thing echoing in his ears is his own heart beat. Then, it slowly starts to dawn on him. He should never have trusted, he should never have gotten attached. There is nothing but pain and sadness when getting close to someone. He gets up to his feet in a way so graceful that those watching would question if it was even real. His entire aura has changed. The tears running down his cheek have been replaced with thick tears of blood. His face is soaked with them. With an emotionless face he turns to the men. His eyes have turned to a bright yellow but the white of his eyes are now black. The read tears start getting darker and darker. Slowly his red blood starts to turn black. His muscles start to chagne. They feel like they have a mind of their own. They move around under his skin as if under construction. His back arches and with horrid cracking sounds he burst out horrid black wings that rip through his own skin during the process. His fingers grow long claws that encase themselves in the black blood creating a gauntlet like claw that he uses to grip his scythe. That claw starts to work its way up his arms creating a demonic looking armor across his chest and shoulders. His fangs grew longer and he feels like his entrails are convulsing and on fire. 

The men are not sure what to make of his reaction. One of the men rush at him ignorantly  gripping a sword. He is very skilled. Not many A ranked mages would be able to handle this vampire. His speed is far swifter than a humans speed and his quick movments with his sword would have been hard for Yoru to normally see. But his own movements seemed to be separate from his will and moving on their own. HIs arm rose up high catching the blade with his bare hand. It barely scratch his skin. Black blood bursts from his forearm impaling the man quickly. In a matter of seconds he as sucked the man dry and brought all his blood back into his own body. Yoru continues his demonic advance. Black blood dripping on fhe floor from his eyes. On the insdie yoru feels dead. In fact he is sure he is dead. He can't feel anything anymore. The only thing driving him is a thought in the back of his mind.

"Kill Kill Killl Killl Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill" 

He listens to that voice. The next nine of the guard charge him. With his mind in such a state there is no way he could remember what happened next, but all nine of the guards lay on the ground dead, and their blood spilt everywhere. There is suddenly reinforcements arriving on the scene. Several of them the guards of the normal household. They are lower ranking. They see the dead Alexander/Victoria and then the dead royal Guard. They make their assumptions quickly.

"let them come. Finish this. I don't care anymore"

The thoughts echoed in his head as he lays his hands down ready to be struck dead any second. Then he catches glimps of a few in the crowd who were smiling. The smiles were ever so faint, but still there. All at once his urge to kill returned and with a slash like the ones that fell the guards, slashed only those that had those thoughts of betrayal. He can tell with a slight glance who was happy they were dead and who was not. Those that were not he left alive but killed any that even showed the slightest joy in the death of his master and loved one. Like a demon with not control over his body he killed and killed and killed. Constantly drinking the blood that the vampires had. Rejuvenating him for the next round. After hours of the repeated cycle of killing, drinking the blood, regaining his strength, and killing again, Several vampires fled the scene. His appearance and magic style was to much like Akuchi. Not to mention his merciless ways. In every way he was exactly like his father. 

His mind is nothing but a blank fury. He couldn't remember anything nor could he even truly say that he can tell exactly what is happening. Lashing out in pain is all he can do. He feels like a child or a wounded beast. Something that has fallen from humanity to never return, never stand again as a man. Dignity lost completely. Slowly his mind falls into a state of pitch black darkness.

Author's Note

here is the next part. Looks like I get at least 6 posts. might make the next three smaller so that I get 7. just because i like the number seven.