Chapter 121: _A Long Day Of Killing

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Chapter 121: _A Long Day Of Killing (Warning: Graphic Scenes And Sexual Assault Ahead) Marcellus’ POV ***** He walked out of the church building, scanning his gaze around the empty buildings in the town. The town is a ghost town now... Quite literally. He smirked to himself, sighing with satisfaction as he stretched out his hands and clenched them into fists, feeling the rejuvenating power of over two hundred people’s life force coursing through his veins. "You can’t hide from me forever!" Marcellus yelled out in a menacing voice before chuckling like a madman. Killing gave him a high that he just wanted more of. The life force flowing inside him made him feel more powerful... Because he was. He paused, drawing in a deep breath to track the scent of the commander and his surviving daughter. He soon pinned them down to a simple-looking building— a bakery. Smirking coldly, Marcellus kept on walking until he got to the entrance of the bakery. However, he discovered the door was barricaded from the inside when he tried to open it, causing him to scoff. A little more effort was all he needed to break it down, sending the furniture used to barricade it flying away. A female scream sounded in the building as Marcellus stepped inside and locked his gaze on the commander and his daughter hiding behind him. The commander had a pistol pointed at him, his face stern as he warned Marcellus. "Stay back, you demon!" The commander yelled out, but Marcellus could see his shaky hands and didn’t even bother himself. He took a step forward and then another, tilting his head as his smirk widened. The commander panicked and shot once, and then twice. Soon he began firing shots after shots, each bullet made of pure silver. Yet, despite his relentless efforts, Marcellus kept on advancing, although he felt the pain from the silver bullets. "I’ll just use your life force to heal," Marcellus said as he slowly raised his right hand. That caused a telekinetic force to grip the commander, causing him to levitate into the air before he slowly moved toward Marcellus. "Dad, no!" The daughter screamed out before she drew out a silver dagger. To Marcellus’ surprise, she ran up to him with the dagger, raising it and screaming with rage. His eyes widened, but he wasn’t able to react in time to cast a spell on her due to the silver poisoning. However, he did have enough time to use her father as a meat shield and did just that, telekinetically placing the commander in front of him. Everything happened so fast but it ended with the girl driving a dagger through her father’s skull and then through his right eye, causing the bloody hole to gush out with blood that spilled on Marcellus’ already bloody suit. The man gasped, the life in his other eye slowly draining away as he plopped to the ground. "No!" The girl released an agonizing scream, breaking down and falling to the ground, kneeling beside her dying father. Marcellus watched on as he snapped his neck before raising his right hand again, slowly draining the man of whatever was left of his life force as he tried speaking to his daughter with his last breath. "M– Matilda... I’m sorry. I’ve failed to protect you twice now." The commander said with an apologetic tone, his voice cracked as he coughed erratically before passing away. Matilda wept, hugging her father’s body despite the dagger sticking through his head and the pool of his own blood spreading below him. "Oh, that’s right." Marcellus suddenly remembered something, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I remember now. They said you got raped last night. Defiled after watching your husband get beheaded." Matilda barely paid him any heed as he slowly walked toward her and her father’s corpse. He had an idea in mind, one driven by his awakened desires brought from all the killing. He was on a high right now, almost similar to someone on drugs, except this one was far better, and he had total control of his actions. All his senses and desires that he’s kept at bay for so long were coming out in that moment, hence... "Make yourself useful and come suck my dick." Marcellus commanded, easily entering her mind and telepathically compelling her as he used telekinesis to draw himself a chair to sit on. He made himself comfortable, raising an eyebrow as he watched Matilda slowly stand up under his control, her face still streaked with her tears as she walked to him. Marcellus smirked coldly as he watched the fragile human woman kneel in front of him and unbuckle his pants before she pulled out his rock-hard cock. He lay back and relaxed as she brought her soft lips and slowly took his dick into her mouth, pleasuring him. She stroked and licked and sucked until he felt a reaction building up. He could’ve had his way with her beyond this, but he figured this should suffice. He only wanted to blow off some steam after a long day of killing after all. Suddenly, just when Marcellus was beginning to think of other uses for the woman, a sharp pain on his dick forced him to open his eyes in pain as he fixed his gaze on the woman giving him a blowjob. "Y– You bitch!" He roared with anger as he slapped her with the back of his right hand but she didn’t let go, biting on his dick with full force until it began bleeding. Her rage and sadness had managed to allow her to overcome his telepathic control with her will, something he’d never seen before in a human. Unfortunately for her, he brought out the claws of his right hand and slashed at her head, causing her to freeze. Soon, her head was cleanly sliced off from her scalp, revealing her skull and brain as blood started pouring out from her head like a bowl. However, her teeth were still clamped on his dick, and to make things worse, he was still rock hard. "Fuck this!" He grunted as he managed to shove her body off him before he stood up and stared down at his now bleeding dick. He gritted his teeth, panting heavily but then began relaxing again as Matilda’s life force seeped into him after she died, healing him automatically. It was over. Everyone in the town was dead. But Marcellus couldn’t leave any evidence behind and glanced at the commander and his ferocious daughter’s bodies one last time before he stretched out his right hand and chanted a spell. That caused flames to engulf his hands before they fell to the ground and slowly began consuming the bakery and the dead bodies with it. Marcellus walked out of the bakery, buckling back his belt as the flames started going beyond and slowly consuming the entire town. However, just when he walked out of the town, Marcellus felt someone telepathically reaching out to him and paused.

Chapter 121: _A Long Day Of Killing

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