Chapter 120: _The Hand Of Death

Words : 1095 Updated : Sep 28th, 2025

Chapter 120: _The Hand Of Death (Warning: More Graphic and Disturbing Scenes Ahead) Marcellus’ POV ***** As he began levitating into the air after giving his verdict on the humans, the soldiers began shooting him with their silver bullets. A few hit him and he began bleeding but Marcellus ignored the pain as he focused on collecting the life force of the humans he’s killed already. A town filled with over two hundred people was ripe for the picking. He almost couldn’t believe that Tonka hadn’t come here to harvest life force before he was discovered by Kaelos. "Why isn’t he dying already?!" A soldier yelled out in a panic as he stopped shooting and tried reloading his gun. But Marcellus turned his gaze to him and smirked coldly as he slowly raised his right hand before whispering a spell. Suddenly, all the bullets heading to him stopped mid-air and then slowly spun around him, making him seem even more god-like to the humans who watched with dread. "While I’m affected by silver as much as any werewolf..." Marcellus remarked before he made a simple hand gesture. That caused all the bullets swirling around him to fire straight at the soldier who had yelled earlier, riddling his body with countless bloody holes until he plopped to the ground. Marcellus could’ve easily used that technique to kill most of the soldiers at once, but he wanted to savor the moment as he stretched his right hand out, causing the life force of the fallen soldier to flow to him. He sighed with satisfaction, the bullet wounds on his body healing up at a noticeable rate as he continued. "Anyway, your weapons are no use when I can easily heal up by collecting some life force." He could feel the power from the life force he was collecting like a grim reaper flowing into him, coursing in his veins and blood. It was an empowering feeling, far better than the high any drug or alcohol could bestow him. And he wanted more! Suddenly, one of the soldiers brought out a bazooka from hell knows where and pointed it at Marcellus. The latter chuckled, shaking his head with amusement as he watched the soldier, who seemed to be in his early forties, point the thing at him. Marcellus looked into his eyes and used that opportunity to infiltrate his mind. That gave him the chance to see who his wife and child were in the audience. Marcellus turned his head coldly to the woman and the boy she carried. They were the ones who had been kind to him earlier. "Aw, and I had hoped to give them a quick and painless death," Marcellus remarked with pity as the man holding the bazooka finally fired at him. However, before the thing could hit him, Marcellus stopped it by simply raising his right hand, a cold smirk curling up his lips. He stared directly at the man who looked up at him with pure dread and terror. "Their deaths are in your hands," Marcellus said coldly before he clenched his right hand into a fist. That caused the ammunition to change course from him and head straight to the woman and child. They both screamed in terror and the woman closed her eyes while the boy kept his gaze on Marcellus’ eyes. The next instant, the ammunition hit the woman’s chest and exploded upon impact, causing the two to explode into a bloody pulp. Marcellus watched coldly as the incomplete corpses of the two fell to the ground while their life force flowed to him. He chuckled to himself as he watched the humans cry and scream all around the church, with many pushing the people around them in an attempt to not get noticed by him. "No!" The husband of the woman who just died screamed out with despair as he fell to his knees. However, Marcellus got irritated by the noise and got hold of the man telekinetically before he raised him into the air. He kept him suspended in the air in front of him for a few seconds before he caused him to explode into a bloody pulp as well, sending his organs and other parts of his remains everywhere. "The hand of death shall touch you all, so don’t fret," Marcellus announced with a loud voice, scanning his gaze around the church. The soldiers put up a fight, trying to stop him with their silver bullets but it was simply no use as he slaughtered them like chicken one after the other. Heads flew and blood splattered with each soldier that fell. He fixed his eyes on the fiance of the deceased and proceeded to land on his head with his right foot before he grabbed both his ears and raised him into the air. The man struggled to get out of his grip but it was no use as Marcellus yelled out. "Why don’t you tell the church about how you spread those rumors of your dead fiancee cheating on you to your drinking buddies?!" Shocked gasps escaped the mouths of some people but they weren’t audible in the midst of all the chaos. Marcellus’ expression was cold as he pulled at both ears of the man, causing him to scream out in agony as he kicked and struggled mid-air. Slowly, Marcellus ripped out his ears until his flesh began ripping out of his head and his bloody skull remained. The pathetic man was flung aside as Marcellus continued with his massacre. The children were ’spared’ with quick, painless deaths but the adults weren’t given that grace as Marcellus plucked their lives one after the other until the stained glass windows of the church were stained further with splashes of crimson blood. At that rate, after five minutes or so of screaming, shooting, and yelling, all life in the church was finally completely wiped out. Marcellus had gotten rid of an entire town’s population within minutes and stood at the center of the brutal massacre, a bloody grin etched on his face. "It seems we still have some survivors," Marcellus said as he glanced back at the coffin. The commander and his surviving daughter, who he had been saving for last, had managed to escape and fled the church. Marcellus sighed, shaking his head before he tracked down their scents despite the blood and dead bodies surrounding him. "No matter. I love a good cat and mouse chase." He remarked coldly as he dusted his hands before heading out of the church building.

Chapter 120: _The Hand Of Death

Comments (0)