The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

Chapter #55 The Madness of Rassa

Have I told you that our minds are a dangerous place? If not, it is. Madness, delusions, craziness, even a simpleton would look better as they see the world in their own different way while a mad person could see its dirt, faults, and defects, yet they embrace it.

As her torched body lies in the dirt, with her vacant eyes with no emotion to express while the crows partied on her flesh. Like thousands of knives, the crows have torn, peeled, and mutilated Lady Munzen’s dead body.

Only if this would be enough to close the hollow in Amadeus’s heart, but no, it only made him madder that her life ended abruptly; he would have wanted her to suffer just like his beloved family.

The Skeletal Amadeus continued to seize the thundering cloud strike, with his massive phalanx bones, as he blasted the house of Masse Village indiscriminately.

The people inside their homes were frightened by every sound of thunder, thinking the storm would hit their homes next. As the thunderous lightning bolted their house, they could only try to keep their mouth shut, but the thousands of ravenous crows would help bring out their voice.

Houses of horrors, the Masse Village have wailed and howled in cry, even the travelers planning to visit nearby have taken a turn and retraced their steps away.

“This is a wicked storm!” A merchant said near the road to Masse.

The merchant horse neighed in agreement as they turned back their goods and their lives to safety.

The mercenaries of Vaxia could gaze at the colossal silhouette half-hidden by a dark fog that encompasses the Masse Village, as well as the series of thunder strikes that seemingly shoots out to the ground like they were under siege. Jerald stands on the top of the ruined tower frowning upon its sights.

“It has to be him, right now I would believe anything sinister is caused by him, the one-man army. Damn I wish I never have set foot in there,” Jerald said.

Fire has broken out to the houses of Masse, with the relentless lightning bolts that Amadeus grants to them.

Although a few houses have been left untouched, Amadeus desire Rassa would want to have fun; as the thousands of crows have left the skeleton body to plagued the rest of the village, the colossal skeleton has slowly disintegrated into nothingness, leaving hot steam of smoke at its wake.

All his bones have turned to ashes and blown by a strong breeze.

A group of crows has targeted the large house of the Longrider family, slamming their door. However, the crows have merged and morphed into one, transforming into a man. The gloomy figure knocked the door down.

Fahrer is now fully equipped with his armor. With his silver sword, he is now ready to face whoever steps into his house.

“Tell me, are you Amadeus?” Fahrer said.

Standing in front of Fahrer was the bare body of an attractive-looking man with a dark reddish skin tone; A 7-foot-tall man showing his well-built muscles with confidence and dominance. His greyed furry arms and nails are an inch long and sharp. His bat-like wings widened up inside Fahrer’s house, his tails with an arrow tip fluctuating on the ground. Finally, the vermilion red in his eyes as he gazes Fahrer with his horned just like the Devil. He broadly smiles at his enemy, conveying unease as he reveals his pointed fangs.

‘Although you are looking much evil by now,’ Fahrer thought.

“Maybe, I am. But one thing for sure is that you will die tonight,” the Devil said.

Seeing him in front of me now, he must have killed Hoch. How could this happen? Fahrer thought I should not have left Hoch that night.

The Devil gazes at Fahrer’s eyes as if he was listening to his hidden thoughts.

“You shouldn’t have left him, but I admired that you worry about your brother’s life instead of your imminent death,” the Devil said.

“You can read my thoughts! Well, I am ready for you, I know your weakness, Amadeus. Silver swords and the Godsbane potion,” Fahrer said.

Fahrer readied his formation to battle, a skillful formation that could easily switch from defensive and offensive.

“Thanks for the warning, but I’m not Amadeus!” The Devil said.

“You are not!? Tell me who you are?” Fahrer said.

If he is not Amadeus, would the Godsbane work? No! Do not doubt in front of the Devil! Fahrer thought.

The Evil burst into laughter. He stops for a while only to mockingly laugh one more, not showing any sense of fear.

“I think it would work, you can always try,” the Devil said.

The Devil continued to laugh as he covered his head with his hand as he snickered from the amusement of it.

“ENOUGH!” Fahrer said.

The Longrider Fahrer has charged in with his glinting silver sword, ready for the kill as he targeted the Evil’s neck, hoping to behead the wicked man for the last time.

The Devil, with quick succession, turns around and viciously glared at Fahrer’s eyes. The rage in the Evil eyes would be enough to kill him, but he planned something differently. So Fahrer in a piercing position as his body froze along with his silver blade that almost touched the Evil’s neck as if the time had stopped for Fahrer that the only thing he could move was his eyes as he glanced at the vicious glare of the Evil.

“I am Galiet Grey, and tonight my eyes are blind from the rage that I’m feeling,” Rassa said in a dominant voice.

The Evil Galiet raised his hand to flick the forehead of Fahrer as he stands unable to move.

“THE FEELING THAT YOU GAVE ME!” Rassa yelled in anger.

The strike from Galiet’s finger causes Fahrer to plummet to the next room, crashing to where Rosett and Bogen are hiding.

“Well, well, you should have hidden them better,” Rassa said.

The beaten Fahrer endures the pain as he stands his ground after recovering his control.

“That’s kind of cheating, isn’t it?” Fahrer said.

“You want me to cheat? As - you - wish!” Rassa uttered.

Another gleam from Galiet’s eyes emerged as it expelled directly to Fahrer’s eyes.

‘What are you doing to me!? I can’t move anything with my body,’ Fahrer thought.

“You will entertain me, Fahrer,” Rassa said.

Fahrer hurried to young man Bogen; with his sword heave at his side, he struck the young man’s neck.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Rosett said.

The beheaded young man stumbled to the floor as the blood came forth, followed by the deafening shrieking of Rosett Longrider. Galiet, annoyed by Rosett’s scream, dashes toward her with his hands tight on her soft neck. He gritted his teeth as he busted her neck savagely, tearing it apart from her body.

Fahrer stood frozen as he waited for his master’s orders, although his eyes were shedding tears opposite to his unemotional look.

‘You’re the evilest! Monstrosity! Damndest creation of hell!’ Fahrer thought.

While Galiet wipes the blood on his hands, he turns towards Fahrer upon hearing his thoughts.

“It seems like you want to say something? Do you want me to let you speak? Hmm?” Rassa said.

Galiet walks towards Fahrer as he positioned his sharp nails at his fleshy neck.

“SPEAK!!” Rassa yelled.

“GO TO HELL YOU HELLSPAWN FREAK!” Fahrer yelled upon recovering his voice.

“To hell?” Rassa abruptly laughed upon hearing his word.

“Where do you think I came from?” Rassa said.

Galiet clutched his neck with his razor-sharp nails as he tore it open for the blood to gush out. Still unable to move, Fahrer stood still as he waited for his blood to run out from the mortal wounds that suffered on his neck.

“More! I need to kill more!” Rassa uttered in the air.

As he was about to soar the sky with his bat-like wings ready to fly, he was impulsively stopped upon hearing a pleasant voice of a woman and baby crying.

“Don’t worry, I will always protect you, Alice!” The voice of a woman said.

“Elise!? Where is that voice coming from!?” Galiet said.

“ELISE!!?”