Chapter 395: Human Pet
Stella looked at Sullivan's utter look of despair with childlike excitement.
She could crush this man to a pulp with a mere thought, and in the past, she might have done that. Killing gave her a euphoric sense of agency over her life. It was a physical manifestation of all her efforts—the ability to reap the life of another meant she was growing stronger, that she was no longer the victim of this cruel world and could take control of her life.
But she had also come to discover that killing had a very short release of euphoria, followed by a hollow silence as the body hit the floor. Perhaps it was because no matter how many she killed, her life seemed much the same after the corpses turned cold. She kept convincing herself over and over that this kill would be the one to bring her peace and quiet, yet it never did.
A small part of her feared that would be true even after Vincent was slain. This looming evil had dominated much of her life, and the idea that its elimination would not give her the peace she desired terrified her. So, to take her mind off things, she had gone to seek out a hobby. Something to distract her wandering thoughts.
Douglas had warned me that hobbies are rarely sought out. He said you have to do something with no intentions, and one day, you will find yourself smiling and having fun. It's at that moment that it becomes a hobby.
"The Slaughter Princess..." Sullivan dropped to his knees, his face having lost all color.
Stella grinned. I think I just found my new hobby.
"Please," Sullivan pressed his forehead against the cellar floor, "Don't kill me."
"Mhm," Stella casually jumped down from the steps and landed a step away from Sullivan's head. She dangled her foot above his head while thinking how easily she could crush his skull into the cold tiles. The crunch would be so satisfying, but she refrained and withdrew her foot. She had other plans for this cultivator.