"Crack!"
This strong, stubborn girl tried hard to resist, but her attitude only made the police chief more excited.
"Harder!"
He commanded the servant, his eyes gleaming, all the fat on his body twitching along with it.
"I'll tip you!"
Hearing there would be a reward, the servant was overjoyed and immediately worked even harder.
This deputy chief's preference was whipping delicate young girls.
The tougher the girl, the more he anticipated her weak appearance after her spirit collapsed.
But what did this have to do with the servant?
He just needed to please the chief.
Anyway, these girls were merchandise. As long as they brought enough profit to the master of this villa, he wouldn't have any complaints.
The girl had already collapsed on the ground, her clothes in tatters, droplets of fresh blood splattering from her wounds across the floor.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Loud whipping sounds echoed through the hall. The guests laughed and watched, no one intervening, as if watching a good show.
Meanwhile, the other girls displayed even more ingratiating smiles, though their bodies or the corners of their eyes twitched involuntarily when they heard the whipping sounds.
Thinking of the pounds he was about to receive, the servant swung the whip even more forcefully.
He raised his arm high and lashed down with full force at the girl lying on the ground, nearly unconscious.
"Plop."
The crisp whipping sound he expected didn't come. Instead, it was the sound of something dropping on the floor.
Did I accidentally let the whip slip?
The servant thought confusedly and instinctively, looking down at the floor.
He found his right hand gripping the whip, severed and lying on the clean floor, slowly bleeding.
Huh?
The servant belatedly looked at where his right hand should have been. He saw the clean cross-section of his wrist.
Pale yellow fat, pink muscle, white bone and red marrow, blood vessels, all clearly filling his vision.
A moment later, the cross-section began to seep blood. Then, intense pain along with a large amount of blood gushed out together!
"Ahhhhhh!"
The servant clutched his arm, screaming miserably. His face wrinkled like a frightened monkey's, tears and snot pouring out together.
"Stay away!"
The deputy chief shook the meat on his body, dodging the servant's splattering blood with disgust and terror.
Despite being fat as a ball, he got up with unusual agility and fled.
"Who!"
"Someone come!"
"There's an intruder!"
The sudden change immediately attracted everyone else's attention. They shouted in panic for guards.
Everyone looked toward the uninvited guest.
There, standing beside the servant, was a peculiar young man. He had black hair and blue eyes, features so handsome it was hard to look away, wearing a restraint straitjacket with straps used to control mental patients.
In this magnificent hall, this outfit was completely out of place.
Despite having suddenly broken in and easily severed a servant's right hand, he didn't continue his actions. He just stood there quietly, ignoring everyone's intense reactions, looking at empty space.
His face wore a strange expression, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, as if smiling yet crying, appearing utterly insane.
A mad and chaotic world surrounded Silas.
He saw countless tortured and deceased girls wailing, showing him the harm they had suffered.
Outside the villa's garden, countless flowers bloomed brilliantly, only because the soil beneath hid piles of white bones.
He saw parents who had lost their children crying helplessly, tormented by the pain of losing their children until they aged prematurely.
They wandered the streets seeking help from the police, only to receive completely impatient dismissals. Their police reports were thrown in the trash the moment they left.
He also saw those in high positions gathering in this luxurious villa. They were well-dressed, they were graceful, they devoured people without spitting out bones.
After chewing clean the blood and bones of the lower classes, they still weren't satisfied. They took their daughters to satisfy their own twisted, depraved desires...
Countless images madly flooded into Silas's mind. He could barely stand it.
Following the guidance of that drop of blood, Silas left the East Borough and traveled all the way to Iris Street in Jowood District near the West Borough.
Here stood a luxurious and heavily guarded villa, which was the target location he finally confirmed.
He transformed into shadow and infiltrated inside. The first thing he saw was this inhuman, depraved feast unfolding in the hall.
Such a scene brought tremendous impact to his spirit.
Not only that, this place was filled with massive amounts of extreme emotions.
From the dead to the living, all were madly displaying their emotions in this feast. These emotions were practically tangible, affecting his spiritual world!
With reddened eyes, Silas looked through illusory and frantic hallucinations at the guests in the hall.
The deceased girls cried out to Silas, pointing at the obese man, saying he was clearly the deputy chief of police but deliberately shielded criminals to satisfy his ugly desires and wantonly abuse lives.
They pointed at a handsome man, saying he was a member of the House of Commons who often reported and advocated for improving people's treatment but actually condoned crime and seized benefits.
They pointed at a slightly portly middle-aged man, saying he was Capim, the mastermind behind the kidnappings...
Behind the extremely panicked guests, Silas saw a familiar figure.
Ma'am M wore a white robe that highlighted her curvaceous, beautiful body. She wore a gentle and beautiful smile, her golden eyes overlooking this feast of joy and pain.
She shifted her gaze to Silas. In the illusory hallucinations, her figure seemed so solid.
"Silas, do you see it?"
Ma'am M, who had been silent for so long, finally spoke.
Her voice was as gentle and melodious as before, full of loving kindness, like a mother's soft murmur to a baby in swaddling clothes, yet filled with intense allure.
"Greed, cruelty, brutality. Fresh, bloody humanity. This is humanity's innate depraved nature.
Look at them, how depraved, how vivid. Such souls should become the Lord's feast."
Silas's body swayed, madness and rage gradually filling his handsome face.
He could no longer tell whether Ma'am M was speaking or if he himself was talking.
He only heard a rumbling sound in his ears, echoing in the depths of his mind, resonating with his soul.
"Silas, why don't you offer roses to the Lord?"
Ma'am M asked gently.
So under everyone's terrified gaze, Silas spoke softly.
"Praise the Lord. Offer roses for the Lord's glory."
"Bang!"
The servant closest to him exploded.
He didn't even have time to react before turning into a mass of crimson flesh in an instant. The flesh spread across the golden marble floor, vivid and dazzling, like a red rose blooming to its fullest.
Silas slowly raised his head. His azure eyes had turned crimson red.
He tapped four times on his chest, forming an inverted cross.
"The Lord's will shall descend upon the world. A grand voice from the great throne reaching to heaven shall make me proclaim it to the four corners of the earth."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
More people turned into flesh. They couldn't even let out a scream.
"Let the unrighteous remain unrighteous, let the filthy remain filthy. Until that day draws near, sulfur and fire shall rain from heaven, destroying everything..."
A bloody feast replaced the hall's original joy, becoming the main theme here.
Silas sang aloud ancient verses, as if crying yet laughing, his expression utterly mad.
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The second of the protagonist's three archetypes comes from Tanya Degurechaff in "The Saga of Tanya the Evil." Because she didn't believe in the gods, she received both the gods' blessing and curse.
Whenever she used the abilities granted by the gods, she would unconsciously utter prayers praising the gods.