Chapter 39: The Perpetrator
"Man, you’ve given me quite the hard time chasing after all of you..." playing around with the sword in his hand as he looks at the figure trying to pull his limping self away from him with his arms, Azrael mutters more to himself rather than to this figure who is shrieking in terror trying to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible.
"What the hell happened to that bravado of yours, dealing with me and all that stuff, come on, do something, I thought this was an assassination attempt against me?" finally arriving right beside the figure ignoring his words, the young man then knelt right beside him as he drives the sharp edge of his jet-black sword into this figure’s spinal column, piercing through the gaps between this set of bones and severing his spinal cord completely, alleviating the figure from the pain he is feeling from his lower body.
As much as he feels relief no longer having to feel such excruciating pain though, the figure still couldn’t help but let out a loud, terrified scream as the realization of the fact that he can no longer walk in this life dawned upon him, that is, if he could even survive this encounter with a demon that they should’ve never touched in the first place.
"Haha, you’re all that confident when thinking that you can assassinate me, how does it feel getting the situation turned around? How does it feel getting assassinated?" Azrael said as he starts twisting the sword in his hand, creating an even greater wound right on where he severed this figure’s spinal cord, controlling the Evil Fang Sword well enough to prevent it from absorbing this figure’s life force too quickly, this slowed process making the figure feel even more pain than what he previously felt.
"P-please, no more... h-how is this even an assassination? You butchered all of us..." recalling the gruesome death his companions suffered from this brutal young man, this figure couldn’t help but ask in utter confusion, seemingly no longer caring whether he would die in the hands of this young man or not.
Hearing the figure’s question, Azrael felt baffled for a second, pausing for a moment before he started laughing his heart out, confusing the figure even more, said figure’s expression turning into something filled with utter incredulousness the moment that he heard this young man’s answer.
"Wouldn’t it count as assassination as long as I leave no witness?" the young man replied with a smile on his face, his words making the figure shiver in terror, all while his mind also realizes the truth in this young man’s words, no matter how absurd his claim is.
Seeing the silence of the figure being pinned to the ground by his favored weapon, Azrael then starts speaking once again as he twists his sword to pull the attention of the figure towards him, an action so effective that the figure already surrendered and screamed from just a little movement from the sword buried in his body.