Hero? More like a villain-Chapter 49 - 46: kill them all

The men around her stepped back, eyes wide with horror.

"What the hell is this...?" one of them muttered, his voice shaking.

Blood tendrils pulsed, forming grotesque, writhing masses that floated ominously around Iris. Her small frame hunched, head bowed, as if something inside her had snapped.

"Shit! Kill that brat!" one of the fake Heroes barked, raising his weapon.

But before they could react, Iris lifted her head.

Her eyes—once soft and pleading—now gleamed with an unsettling emptiness. A twisted, eerie smile curled on her lips, and the shadow behind her grew darker, its grin stretching wider.

The fake Heroes hesitated, their hands trembling on their weapons.

"This... this isn’t a child," one whispered, stepping back in terror.

"No," another stammered, sweat dripping down his face. "It’s a monster."

Iris’s blue eyes shifted, their innocent luster fading into something far more sinister. One eye darkened into an abyss of pure black, a glowing purple skull etched deep within it. The other shimmered with an eerie purple hue, a black skull embedded in its depths like a grim omen. Her once delicate features twisted into a disturbing smile that sent chills down the spines of those who dared to face her.

"Attack her, you fools!!" one of the fake heroes barked, his voice trembling with fear. His hand shook as he pointed at the girl, urging his men forward.

Panic rippled through their ranks. Some scrambled to call for reinforcements, shouting into their comms with trembling voices, while others, driven by desperation, opened fire.

Gunfire echoed through the air, the bullets tearing through Death’s body with sickening precision. Holes riddled her form, and she staggered slightly, a trickle of blood escaping her lips. Yet, even as she bled, an ominous presence remained.

A thick wall of blood surged from the ground, shielding Jennifer and Isakawa from the relentless assault. The bullets ricocheted harmlessly against it, unable to reach the unconscious pair.

Death’s wounds knitted together almost instantly, her body restoring itself with unnatural speed. The fake heroes’ faces paled in horror as they watched their attacks prove futile.

Suddenly, the blood swirling above the battlefield plunged into the ground like a crimson tide, sending out a ripple of death. From beneath, monstrous spikes of solidified blood erupted in every direction, encircling the entire vicinity—except for where her parents lay.

Screams pierced the air as the spikes impaled the fake heroes with ruthless precision.

But it didn’t stop there.

The spikes surged beyond their initial targets, stabbing indiscriminately. Innocent bystanders, mercenaries who had no part in the conflict, and even those who had come to spectate—none were spared. The deadly crimson spears spread up to a kilometer, leaving a forest of bloodied corpses in their wake.

As the crimson tide subsided, Iris’s delicate black hair began to shift. Stripes of deep purple streaked through the midnight strands, pulsating with an eerie glow. Her face twisted into a wicked grin, her body trembling with dark glee.

Death, gazing down at the two motionless figures of Jennifer and Isakawa, let out a huff of annoyance. "Tch... they’re still alive. My duty was to protect Iris, not a couple of weak human parents, but something is very fushy. This man isn’t that weak," she muttered disdainfully.

Stretching out her hand, a faint purple light emanated from her fingertips, enveloping the two fallen humans. Their wounds mended under the ethereal glow, flesh knitting back together seamlessly, but their bodies remained motionless, as they slept.

Before Death could enjoy her peace, the distant sound of approaching footsteps grew louder.

Reinforcements.

’Fools,’ Death scoffed.

The blood lingering in the air pulsed once more, and with a mere flick of Death’s fingers, the spikes surged back to life.

Screams filled the air as fake heroes were impaled mercilessly, the jagged crimson lances piercing through flesh, armor, and bone without discrimination. Friend or foe, it didn’t matter. Death had no interest in mercy.

For Iris, her consciousness had slipped far beyond reach. As she peacefully slept inside.

One of the surviving fake heroes, barely clinging to life, crawled desperately across the blood-soaked earth. His breath came in ragged gasps, and sheer terror filled his eyes as he tried to escape.

But escape was impossible.

Glancing back, he saw his legs lying a few meters behind him, neatly severed at the thighs. His breath hitched, and a strangled sob escaped him.

His arms trembled as he pulled himself forward, leaving a trail of crimson in his wake. "No... no, no, no..." he whimpered, his voice cracking in terror.

Death loomed above him, her black and purple eyes narrowing with eerie amusement.

"Running won’t save you," she whispered.

A blood spike curled beside him.

"Just what the hell are you?!" The man’s voice trembled as he stumbled backward, his body quaking with terror. His eyes darted toward the small figure approaching him—blood splattered against her pale skin like war paint.

The child tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Ha, I myself don’t know!" she replied.

Before he could utter another word, the spike pierced through his head and he was dead. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Death watched impassively, her cold gaze lingering on the lifeless corpses aroynd. Without hesitation, she raised her hand, summoning seven towering Blood Knights. They materialized before her, their armor glistening with a faint red glow as they knelt in reverence. Five were male, two female, each standing at an imposing twelve feet tall.

One knight bore an enormous broadsword strapped to its back. Another gripped a massive bow.

Death exhaled slowly, licking the blood off her lips before sinking her teeth into the severed arm of a dead woman beside her. As she chewed idly, her gaze flicked toward the distant buildings.

"I’m bored," she sighed, leaning against the crumbling wall of a ruined building. "Kill the rest of the survivors. I can’t let any information about Iris get out just yet. Now go."

Without hesitation, the knights vanished into thin air. A moment later, anguished screams rose in the distance. The scent of blood thickened in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of burning structures.

Death then let out a soft chuckle. "The screams of humans never get old. Oh master I can’t wait for the day they finally accept yourself and things can return to the way they were!" She declared with a crazed smile as she held her face.

However her expression immediately cold "But I don’t like how I can’t remember the past. Why did you erase my memories master," Death wondered.