"Why...?" Logan slowly turned around, his voice trembling and incredulous. "Why are you pointing guns at me, Scarlet and Clayton?" Emerging from the trees, the pair had their guns set in their sights on the man they had called their leader for years.
Completely shocked by the spectacle he is witnessing, the leader turns around like a poorly oiled gear, seeing that the pair are seriously aiming at him, not the little redhead, a thought in which he had a slight hope... Slight and vain.
Making his thought process go as fast as his ability allows in order to find a logical reason why those who supposedly didn't get along were threatening him, Logan feels his throat go dry and can feel how, after not finding a logical answer, his mental gears want to freeze, however, he forces himself to bear this great impact, because, surely, what is coming will be worse.
• |I'm sorry, Log-chan. But it's something that has to be done.| - In the earpiece, Lucie says this and the leader, being interrupted when he wants to ask what all this means, can already begin to deduce what this means.
She's on Scarlet and Clayton's side, ready to do whatever it is they're going to do... And if she hasn't heard any other incredulous communication from any of her other colleagues, that only means that...
"Forgive me, my love... But we have to free you from your life so we can continue with our paradise." With a very sad look, his wife says this as tears begin to well up in her eyes...
Interrupting once again the most logical deduction he could formulate, Logan stares incredulously at his wife... From her words and her behavior, she seems to be truly suffering... The leader can only feel his heart clench... "Free yourself from your life"? That's all it means... But... Why... Why would she, of all people, do this...? Words Logan desperately wanted to utter, but couldn't.
"I'll explain, brother. You don't deserve to leave this world without an explanation, not you." Drawing Logan's attention, Clayton said this, catching his leader's gaze, who still couldn't quite believe the situation was real. "Remember when, after we were friends, like brothers, I told you I was in an orgy group... That my father sold me to a rich jerk who organized and controlled orgies with other adults and children... Well... Now I'm the rich jerk." With a malicious and presumptuous smile, his second-in-command finished his explanation, knowing his beloved brother was already figuring it out.
Meeting his expectations, the leader quickly begins to consider the implications, and, his heart aching even more, tears begin to stream from his eyes, this time turning his gaze toward his wife... That... That... It just means that...
"But before you ask why, maybe blaming yourself for it… I have to tell you that I didn't do it because I hated you or anything like that… Quite the opposite… I did it because I love you, deeply." Changing his smug smile to a soft, affectionate one, Clayton says this, this time with a saddened look. "I've loved you since the first moment I met you… Being everything I couldn't be… My perfect antithesis… What more could I do than love you?… And for a while, everything was perfect… We left the army and started this wonderful life together… But that damn bitch had to come into our lives, had to interfere in our, in MY, beautiful paradise. Then, after the year you married that bitch, the damn marriage didn't just fall apart on its own, like it does for everyone… So I had to intervene." While his supposed brother continued his story, Logan couldn't listen anymore…
There's another thing she loves about him, his shrewdness, Clayton thinks, immediately noticing the thoughtful look of his first great love.
On the other hand, in the listener's mind, gears start turning again at full capacity... If that intervention happened a year after they were married... Then... For a year now... That his beloved wife... That his tender wife... Was dominated by her supposed brother in... In wild orgies with him and, incidentally, with the group... With his group...
Thus, Logan's heart begins to break, falling to his knees on the ground.
• Mmm, how naughty, Master... Mmm hehe... Calling me a damn bitch... - Shifting slightly in place, still aiming her weapon and holding back the fluid that threatens to spill from her important place, Scarlet looks at Clayton, exuding an insatiable desire from every pore of her skin, with eyes that Logan had never seen before...
Eyes that chilled the husband... cold and lost in pure sexual satisfaction... Those eyes that in the morning he had contemplated as the most beautiful, now only filled him with disgust and repulsion...
• YOU!! YOUUUU!!! CLAYTON, YOU DAMN UNGRATEFUL DICK SWALLOWER!!!! - Unable to stand it any longer, the husband roars to the point of feeling his throat tear and quickly points his weapon at the aforementioned, who only smiles at him... That cute ferocity also drives him crazy.
Contrary to what the leader believed would happen, the one who responds to the immediate threat quickly, instead of the threatened one, is Scarlet, who shoots at the handle of her beloved husband's gun, causing him to drop the object.
• I'm sorry, my love. But I can't allow you to hurt the one who lets me see the stars with his big, rich cock... - Pointing at the head of the one she loves deeply, the wife superficially rubs her vagina with one hand and the other, all while visualizing that with which her great Master tamed her, that big, hot, hard thing.
• |I truly regret this, Logan W. Brown. But we cannot lose that paradise the Master showed us.| - The One Who Never Speaks, Lockbolt, says this in his deep, completely subdued voice.
Believing his strength is leaving his body, Logan can feel the present situation as completely real, how those friends, his family, turned their backs on him completely... Succumbing to the most basic of human instincts... The lowest... But... But why him?
• If you profess that you love me so much... Then why do you and your damned deranged slaves want to kill me? - Crying profusely, feeling as if his heart were being ripped in two, Logan raises his face towards his best friend with an expression of pure hatred.
She can't understand what damned, dark, and vile reasoning could lead to this result. She needs him, her supposed great love, to explain it to her.
"It's simple, my light. There's no place for someone as pure as you between us... That's why I didn't involve you in all this. I love you too much to corrupt that goodness within you. With this, I only wanted to show you that this damned bitch who stole you from me isn't worthy of your beautiful being. I adore you, and I know perfectly well that I shouldn't taint myself with all this, and I also know that you won't want to go on living without us... So this is the best option. On the other hand, those idiots only want to destroy you because I told them you were going to end their paradise by taking the original bitch." - Still with an angelic smile, looking at the one he loves with all his heart, Clayton says this in the same way his beloved speaks, even while pointing his gun at him, leaving him stunned...
Is that the supposed reason? Is he going to kill him for that crazy reason?
It's simply the stupidest and most illogical argument he's ever heard, like something he pulled out of thin air. Purity? Superiority? When in his entire life has he ever been anything like that? In what fucking world is a mercenary a being of purity?! Looking at the one he once saw as his greatest friend, Logan's heart breaks once again at the same time.
• I'm so sorry you have to leave, my love. My heart belongs to you, and I don't know what I would do without you, but my whole body belongs to the Master, and... When he said you would separate us... I couldn't bear it. I'm sorry it has to be this way, and I'm so sorry you won't see your child when he's born and grows up. - With a sad look, changing his state from excitement to sadness almost immediately, like a damn expert actress, the husband watches as his supposed wife sincerely sheds tears, or so it seems.
He could leave it at that, but he can't let it go. He's not willing to let her broadcast that lie to the world. He simply cannot accept that she would try to do that; his pride as a man won't allow it.
"My son?! Stop this fucking shit, Scarlet!!! At least the filthy faggot who caused all this wouldn't spread his legs for someone else like you, you despicable pig!!! Passing off the damn son of one of those filthy dogs as mine!!!! You disgust me, you filthy sow!!!!! JUST STOP THIS SHIT ALREADY!!!!!" - Completely frustrated, with no desire to go on living, Logan roars these last words trying to get some of what he feels out, shedding the last tears he has left.
Feeling his heart break for the third time as he voiced his thoughts aloud, intending to rub it in the faces of those who now wanted to kill him, but more than anything, to convince himself, the leader wanted to keep crying, but his tears wouldn't come... As he already said, he just wanted this torment to end... Perhaps it would have been better if they had simply shot him in the back, leaving him unaware of this shitty reality...
This sadness is soon replaced by a growing fury and hatred, leaving only one thought lingering in his mind... Why? Why should he let them reach that goal? Searching for a way to stop them, memories that once seemed ridiculous come flooding back...
The employer's warning... The words of that little redhead girl... If he didn't have those words... Should he just let them kill him like a dog? Let Clayton's so-called love triumph? No... Now that he has those words... Should he cling to this tiny glimmer of hope he has...? Of course he will. Why give them that satisfaction...? No. He's not going to let it be that easy. Those damned bastards are going to die somehow, and Logan has to see it, he needs to see it.
• Miss... I have a proposal for you. - Speaking in a rather low tone compared to the one he had recently used, interrupting something his second was about to say, the husband called the attention of the aforementioned woman without turning his gaze, keeping it lowered.
The redhead, who personally despises with all her being the current situation in which the man in front of her finds himself, turns her gaze towards the man involved, with one of her eyebrows raised in interest.
• You were right... The employer said you were very dangerous... "That little bitch is a gem," he said... And you yourself said you were more dangerous than you seemed... That you'd have to take care of us if we didn't leave... So... Please, kill all these damned bastards... - As if confirming the information he'd thought, this time aloud, Logan says these words, begging them to be true, earning the slightly compassionate murmurs of his supposed companions, which highlight his desperation, clinging to something they didn't know...
"You said it was a proposal. What do I gain by letting you live, when I could easily kill you all, fulfilling what I said first?" With a much more serious tone than she had used moments before, the little girl startled the blonde behind her... After all, she never heard her friend speak like that. "I'm giving you a chance out of simple sympathy, Chief Spokesperson. I hate the situation you're in. I don't know how you feel, obviously, but I pity you... So... I'm giving you the opportunity to answer my question right now." Maintaining the same tone, emphasizing the last words, the little redhead delivered this surreal speech—surreal to the average person, but for the man involved, it left him momentarily paralyzed...
He's right... Feeling his heart trying to let go of everything and have those in front of him end it all, Logan forces his brain to overcome his suicidal feelings, relying on the slight shock he had when he saw that the redhead really does have an underdeveloped thought process for her age.
"I'll serve you for the rest of my life. I'm far more competent than those... Those... After all, I was the leader of this... This team for four years." Summoning the most logical thought he could muster from his furious, aching brain, Logan firmly raised his gaze to the little girl.
He prays with all his being that all those warnings, which originally seemed ridiculous to him, are true... Something that can defy the logic of his supposed companions and his own. He also prays that those few words he spoke will be enough to convince her... Although it's more likely they won't.
"Very good. You passed this first little test. I expect a good response later." With a small smile, the redhead said this, relaxing her expression, but immediately reverted to her serious and somber demeanor. "Let's start with the three in the back." Raising her outstretched right hand, the little girl made a fist.
Next, a small roar in the distance becomes present, and lower, muffled thumps can be heard immediately afterward.
• You mangy trio, report the cause of those noises. - Bewildered by the brat's attitude and, above all, his beloved's decision to cling to something he knew nothing about, the new leader tries to communicate with the aforementioned, returning to his aggressive and vulgar tone.
Everything fell into a deathly silence, as they waited for a response from the three men out of sight of the five actors on the stage, but none came in the next 20 seconds. Somewhat alarmed by this failure, Clayton, who was supposed to be trained to be obedient dogs, was about to shout at them when a small, thin clearing of the throat broke the silence.
"They won't answer, you traitorous piece of shit." With a dark and hostile tone, the redhead made everyone present look at her, freezing her listener in shock with a gaze that conveyed tremendous contempt and disgust... Even though she was just a brat... she could have such an intimidating presence. "Unless they find a way to do it with the esophagus exposed... After all, they're missing an important part." With an angelic yet infernal smile, the little girl said this, pointing to her head.
• I imagine you'd like to say a few words, my dear disgusting friend, but I have to please your sweetheart in front of you... So, legs and arms. - Seeing that, despite the shock caused by her words, the vulgar man was about to say something, the redhead stopped him with these words and a gesture of her hand.
The aforementioned hand suddenly becomes a fist again, accompanied by a group of roars from small but mortal creatures.
At that very moment, Clayton feels his vision suddenly drop and he can't perceive what happened... Until he sees the hand holding his weapon fall in front of him.
Seconds later, guttural and savage cries of pain from two torn-apart beasts can be heard throughout much of the forest, as well as its immediate surroundings, reaching the small parts of the city that surround it.
Those listening to this repulsive and inhuman concert hope that soon the souls of the poor wretches will leave their bodies, in search of a quick solution to their terrible and disgusting pain.
Being as horrified as possible, the witnesses to the dismemberment scene of two of the actors cannot believe what they see, even a certain blonde who knew what had happened... Although... A certain witness to said scene, the one responsible, has a look contrary to horror... Being entirely curiosity.
He assumed that his natural element cauterized the limbs he amputated upon direct contact of the flesh with that element... However, his test subjects are bleeding profusely... Upon closer inspection, some parts were cauterized, but others remained exposed...
Sighing, another thought comes to her... Blood is truly shocking when it comes out of the body...
"It's time you reacted. I'm more than convinced you'll regret this for the rest of your life if they bleed to death rather than by your hand, so... Good luck." She addressed Logan, who could barely react to the little girl's words, turning his gaze back to her, somewhat frightened by what he had just witnessed.
He has many questions in his head but that can wait, the lady is right... Walking towards the one who caused all this hell, with the background music of his wife's screams, the ex-leader takes his knife from his belt.
"I never thought withholding information from the team was a good idea... Now I see there's always an exception to the rule." Kneeling before him, Logan's eyes glared with the greatest hatred he had ever felt at the man he had considered his best friend just moments before. "The client gave me a strange warning, saying the young lady was a much greater danger than I imagined, that we shouldn't underestimate her... Although I'm paraphrasing... And I... I omitted this since it seemed like madness... Clearly, it must have been fate." Plunging the knife into the chest of the now-incapacitated man, the former leader moved his blade down and to the side, opening the chest of the man who had been his partner for over 10 years.
• O-Omi-Omitis-te inf-information, you-damned bb-bastard... - Unable to feel pain, due to the torrent of it in his now amputated arms and legs, Clayton watches as his beloved, still looking him in the eyes, inserts his hand into the opening made in his chest, grabbing something that paralyzes him...
He could be thinking about this whole grotesque situation, but all he can see is him... Forming a smile, the invalid thinks about the real reason why his beloved didn't reveal that part of the information... He didn't want to worry them...
• It's no longer of any use to you, just like this, isn't it? - With completely dead eyes filled with hatred, Logan ruthlessly rips out the heart of the one who loved him... The one who was the author of all this damn shit.
The one involved in this, having only a few seconds more to live, can only see the eyes of the one with his heart in his hands, literally.
• My-My love... Wh-What did you- - Trying to touch the face of the one he fell in love with and trying to remove, with his nonexistent hand, his hair bun as if he wanted to touch his face, Clayton Smith dies shedding a tear, seeing how his love has his heart beating in his hand, showing it to him...
Thus, the soul of the condemned has a plea to the God who never heard him when he was a child... That the one he loved not become a monster worse than he was because of his cursed way of loving him.
Casting aside the heart of the one who proclaimed his love, the author of his current misfortune, his closest companion and brother in arms, Logan feels tears welling up in his eyes once more... These tears are slightly reddish. He once read that in situations of extreme stress, people shed tears of blood...
Right now he could vomit and faint from the atrocity he committed, but... there's still one thing that needs to be finished... That thing his brain has been playing as background music to this whole cruel and vomit-inducing festival...
Turning his attention back to the woman he once loved with madness and passion, precisely until about half an hour ago, there is a distorted expression of horror and sadness greater than the ex-husband has ever seen in anyone, and slowly he hears Scarlet's screams again.
"NO, MY MASTER!! NO!! NOT YOU!! THE ONLY THING THAT GAVE MEANING TO MY BORING LIFE!! WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME, GOD?!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT, LOGAN!! HE DID WHAT YOU COULD NEVER DO!! HE WAS THE REASON WE STAYED WITH YOU!! AND!! AND YOU AND THAT REDHEAD BITCH SNATCHED HIM FROM US!! WHY DID YOU TAKE MY GOD INCARNATION FROM ME?!!!" Tears, snot, and blood pouring from every orifice of her face, Scarlet writhed, trying to get closer to Clayton.
Breaking an already broken heart, with each of those words, aiming at every little piece that still remained, Logan W. Brown completely shattered.
In an attempt to stifle the screams of the one who betrayed him, abandoned him, and failed to inform him, the feeling of his brother's heart in his hand, and all the empty memories his supposed family gave him over the years, a heart-wrenching scream emerges from the brown-haired man, giving rise to a miracle that few can witness.
Hearing over almost the same amount of ground as those guttural and repulsive screams from a few moments ago, Logan's groan of pain is accompanied by an intense light that appears in the right hand of that brunette.
The moment that light went out, a small, circular sea of swords, emerging from the ground, became visible, surrounding its wielder... Forcing the two girls present to run to avoid being hit by the swords... They ended up at the shop of a certain man with an incredibly heavy and sleepy mind.
With a diameter of 10 meters, having a direct path towards a completely frightened and surrounded Scarlet, you can see different types of swords, with different shapes and sizes, integrating this small lagoon made of swords.
The one at the center of this spectacle is as surprised by this as his ex-wife and, seeking an explanation, looks towards that source of strangeness he encountered today.
"Y-You're..." Seeing how the man who offered her his services looked at her, searching for an answer, the redhead, completely shaken by this race for her life, organized all the information in her brain and said it as coherently as she could. "You are the wielder of a Sacred Gear... A-A miracle from God... And because of the chills that every sword gives me... You have... The Sacred Gear: Blade Blacksmith... You can create holy swords of any attribute according to whatever you can imagine..." Finishing this explanation as best she could, between stutters, the little girl tried to keep her gaze steady on the chestnut-haired protagonist, who was breathing with difficulty.
Not much stuck in Logan's brain... The only thing he could really understand was that he could make swords... Generating them out of thin air, he could make a sword... And the only limit he had was his mind... Suddenly, memories he hadn't seen in a long time flooded him, just the memories he needed.
"Did I ever tell you that my battalion captain taught me fencing...?" Focusing all his attention once more on the one who betrayed him, that wretched woman who claims to love him but desires the fucking cock of a dead man, impaled on many swords right now, Logan begins to address the piece of meat with a vagina, the one he called his wife. "He was an enthusiast of fencing battles, and being his direct protégé, he tried to pass on all the knowledge he possessed on the subject." With those dead eyes with which he ripped Clayton's heart out, the brunette stares intently at the one who was once eternally in love with him, standing before her.
"Logan? What are you going to do, love...?" Completely terrified by those eyes she'd never seen on him before, Scarlet tried to back away like a disgusting worm, but the swords surrounding every possible escape route prevented her, so she only managed to sit down, miraculously. "I-It was a mistake what I did... I only did it in the heat of the moment... I-I love you."
"Do you love me?" Logan asked, staring intently at her. He gestured with his hand, and a large, red sword rose from the ground between them. "You love me so much that you had the nerve to show me the child of one of those bastards? And present it as mine?" Taking the sword in both hands, the chestnut-haired man placed its point against his wife's still-developing belly.
"What are you talking about? This is your son and mine. We conceived him after the master gave me the best sex of the year... This is our son, love. That's what the master said." With a nervous smile, Scarlet says this with all the sincerity she possesses, drooling as she recalls Clayton's penis and how he satisfied her before Logan arrived and they conceived their son, according to her distorted memory.
"Pure, unadulterated bullshit," the man said with a completely apathetic and inflexible expression, leaving the unstable woman utterly confused. "Miss, would you accept a man who ripped open your brother's chest and tore out his heart? Would you accept the services of a man who killed his own pregnant wife? Could you accept me after seeing everything I've done?" Looking at the woman with crimson hair, Logan paralyzed his wife, a certain elf whose eyes were covered but who could still hear perfectly.
Now these three await the answer from that redhead, who only stares at the man and after thinking for a few moments gives her answer.
"One of my policies states this: What matters is your present and your future, and how that benefits me. There's your answer." With an incredibly strong and serious tone for the grim scene, the girl says this, slightly comforting the man's withered heart.
"I always loved you, Scarlet. Always. But you chose penises over being with me." Turning his gaze back to the one he once called his woman, Logan tightens his grip on the base of his sword.
• See you in Hell, you filthy pig. - Saying this as a whisper, a strong current of air begins to swirl around the blade of the sword and contrary to traditional logic, this blade begins to spin at the mercy of the strong wind, turning the sword into an air-powered drill, piercing the stomach of the woman who had managed to win the heart of the conqueror.
With the guttural, regretful screams of his wife muffled by the clang of his sword, Logan closes his eyes, lost in those happy memories...
That day he met her, the day he joined her small group of mercenaries, the days he began to fall in love with her, the days he tried to propose and was rejected, the days he wasn't rejected, the day of their first intimacy together, the day they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend, the day she lost her parents, the days he tried to be her strength, the day she proposed to him, their wedding day, the remaining days they were happy, and this fateful day that revealed all that happiness to be a complete and utter lie.
Opening his eyes, the chestnut-haired man fixes his gaze once more on the protagonist of his most beautiful memories... confirming her passing...
Immediately, Logan falls to the ground completely broken, crying tears of blood for everything that happened and for all the lies he lived with his supposed friends and colleagues, his supposed family.
Who knows how long those bastards played with him, laughed at him behind his back?... But what hurts him the most is the loss of the most important people in his life, his brother and his wife...
Despite his explosive temper, I genuinely believed he was a good person and a good friend... You could say Logan loved him too, like a brother. And her... well, there's no need to even mention it... Just the foolish dream of starting a family with that ideal woman, in his opinion, was enough to make him die happy... How foolish he was... He really was...
"I know you're suffering now." Feeling a small hand on his back, the man turns his gaze to the right and there he sees the supposed target of this job, the red-haired girl. "You must want to end the suffering in your heart now that you've been able to take your revenge, and in another situation, I think I would support you... But don't you want to prove that those who wanted to kill you were wrong?" Looking at his wife's mutilated body, riddled with a hole, the red-haired girl has a serious expression, not disgusted, as would be logical.
"According to him, you wouldn't be able to live without them… That's why they were going to kill you… So by committing suicide, you'd only be proving them right… But he didn't know about me. So I'll give you the chance to have a new life." This time, Logan's eyes widened. The red-haired girl continued staring at the body with the gaping hole where his stomach should have been. "If you come with me, I can give you that chance to be, to live, that something more your heart now longs for. Yes, maybe you think you don't have a heart anymore, but it's there, shattered but still there." This time, shifting her gaze to the man's astonished face, the redhead smiled slightly.
Logan doesn't know why these words are reaching what he considers, for a moment, to be dead. They sound so... so warm and honest, that he can't believe it's this same girl who, just moments before, was giving Clayton a disgusted look or threatening them...
Now those beautiful blue eyes are being illuminated by something magical and mysterious... Something that tells him she speaks with genuine feeling, that perhaps she seeks her own benefit but that it may ultimately benefit him as well...
• CC - What is your name? - Asking something that not even the contractor told him, Logan needs to know, the name of the one who can give him something other than this shit, something more, which in his words, is his new opportunity to start.
• Didn't they tell you? - Somewhat surprised by this fact, the red-haired girl just sighs, thinking about the incompetence of these humans' employer... Weak to be a real idiot for not mentioning the most basic of basics.
• It's a pleasure, my first servant. - Giving a slight and elegant bow of her head towards him, the small redhead raises her head with an elegant smile, highlighting her great beauty and gentleness - My name is Rias Gremory.