The Nameless Heir-Chapter 50: Death God

He leapt down from the statue’s head, landing with a low thud—his new sword in hand.

Then he unsheathed the blade and pointed it at the heroes.

"Before I kill you, let me hear your name... so I can make you all suffer for eternity."

"I am the great Hero Leon!"

Then he lunged.

His sword came fast, a clean horizontal slash—but Kael blocked it. The clash cracked the floor, leaving a dent wide as a crater.

"That’s all you got, great hero?" Kael muttered. His eyes were glowing—crimson red.

Shadows spread over his body again, wrapping around him like armor, forming the coat.

Slowly, the helm of darkness crept into place.

The moment he glared at Leon, the man hesitated—stepping back, toward his allies.

Kael’s voice dropped. Deep. Cold. Each word hit like a falling stone.

Every step he took forward made the air grow heavier.

The pressure sank into their lungs. Most couldn’t even breathe.

A few dropped to their knees, choking.

"The sins you all committed in this world... are unforgivable."

"Shut up!" Leon shouted.

He stabbed his sword into the ground. A flash of golden light exploded from it, forming a barrier—

It gave the mages just enough time to stand again.

"Now start casting spells. Boost me," he muttered.

The casters began chanting—random syllables flowing out like a broken hymn.

Leon’s body started to glow. Energy poured into him, brighter with each breath.

As much as Kael would’ve liked to watch...

He was already bored.

"You all take too long."

The words dropped—and so did the light.

Kael’s coat exploded outward—

A wave of darkness surged across the chamber, devouring the walls, the light... the sound.

It didn’t just fill the room—

It erased all their senses.

Black space.

The domain became soundless. Sightless. Weightless. Just cold and silence.

The mages opened their mouths—

But no chants came out.

No sound. They lost their voices. And they had nowhere to escape.

Trapped. Helpless.

They looked around, trembling.

But all they saw...

Were Kael’s eyes.

Glowing crimson red.

Like a god watching ants squirm.

"Let’s make this fair," Kael said, his voice low. It echoed through the emptiness—

Like a blade against the throat.

Then came the first scream.

It cut through the silence like a flare.

Too late.

A flicker of shadow—

A crimson flash—

Then another one screamed. But before he knew it, his head dropped onto the ground with a thud.

Another tried to run. But the space never ended.

Kael didn’t chase.

He appeared behind her.

He whispered, "You can’t outrun death."

Then her head fell clean from her shoulders.

Everything was suspended in stillness.

Only the sound of their screams and bodies hitting the stone could be heard.

Another tried to cast a spell—

Too slow.

A flash of red sliced the arm clean off.

She screamed.

But then a black tendril shot from the dark and impaled her mid-chest, lifting her off the ground before tearing her in half.

One tried to fight back.

He lit up the void with a ball of fire—

Only to see Kael crouched above him, sword raised.

And when the fire was gone—

So was his head.

He killed them one by one.

Cold. Clean. Precise.

The ground was littered with dismembered bodies.

Blood floated like ink in water.

Kael moved through them like smoke.

She turned—

Eyes wide.

Then a blade went through her back, out her chest.

She gasped.

Kael whispered behind her ear:

"How does it feel to be helpless?"

His tone was soft—low and mocking.

Like he was enjoying it.

Like a god punishing the wicked.

He pulled the sword free.

She fell, soundless.

He turned—

But too late.

A single swing.

His body dropped in two.

Blood dripped from Shadowbind.

Still glowing.

Still hungry.

Only one was left now.

Leon.

He staggered forward, eyes wild. "Guys...? Someone answer me!"

But there was no answer.

"I’m tired of this game!!" he shouted.

Then a golden light erupted around him.

It grew fast—pushing against the darkness, brighter and brighter—until—

BOOM.

The black space shattered like glass.

Leon gasped for air. He turned—

And froze.

His friends... were gone.

What remained of them lay scattered like meat—limbs twisted, heads crushed, blood soaking the stone.

Kael sat on the Demon King’s throne, one cheek resting lazily against his fist.

A slow, devilish grin curled across his face—like he was bored... and about to enjoy himself anyway.

His katana rested next to him, dripping with his friends’ blood.

Leon stared, trembling.

"What... are you?"

His voice cracked—half rage, half terror.

Kael stared back.

"I am death," he muttered.

The room held its breath.

Then the man laughed—high and shaky.

"You think you won!? I told you already—we were chosen by the gods!"

Kael laughed too. Quiet. Mocking.

"I don’t remember choosing you."

Leon’s smile twitched. "What the hell are you talking about?!" he roared.

He dashed forward, blade raised.

He swung downward—but it sliced through nothing.

Kael vanished like smoke, reappearing behind him and whispering next to his ear.

"How does it feel to be helpless?"

Leon spun around, glowing with that golden light again.

His aura flared like fire.

"How dare you look down on me, you damn bastard!!"

He charged.

The floor exploded under his feet.

He struck from the left. Then the right. Then above—

Wild. Furious.

Kael parried them all—like brushing away flies.

"How does it feel... knowing you’ll never beat me?"

He dodged another blow without even blinking.

"Shut up!!" Leon screamed. He leapt into the air.

He brought the sword down with all his strength.

Kael sidestepped. The blade cracked the floor next to his foot.

Leon was still midair when Kael lunged.

He slammed his fist into Leon’s gut.

"You are weak."

Then another punch.

"You are all talk."

And another.

"You are by far the weakest person I’ve met."

Each hit came faster.

Each word dug deeper.

Still airborne, Leon couldn’t even fight back.

"You’re not special. You’re human trash."

Then Kael planted his foot—twisted his hips—

And drove a brutal kick into the back of Leon’s neck.

CRACK.

The Hero hit the ground face-first.

But it didn’t stop there.

Kael stepped forward and kicked again—straight into his ribs—

Sending him skidding across the room and into the wall with a crunch.

He walked back to the Demon King’s throne and leaned into it, slow and heavy.

His voice dropped—deep and unsettling.

"Disgusting trash."

The Demon King’s voice echoed.

"Finish him, Kael. Right now," he said.

"No. I’ll kill him slowly. Painfully," Kael muttered.

"You don’t understand! You have to kill him now, before he uses his skill!"

He ignored the warning.

Just then, golden energy exploded out of Leon.

This wasn’t like before.

His black hair began to glow yellow.

His armor crumbled.

Muscles swelled.

He gritted his teeth. His body shook.

Then he screamed—and his eyes turned pure light.

"I will kill you!"

Leon’s voice—angry. Desperate.

Kael tilted his head.

The helm of darkness formed over his head, shadows curling into place like they were drawn to him.

Kael raised a single finger—beckoning.

"Come at me, weakling."

His voice was calm.

Like a predator inviting the kill to run, just to make the hunt more fun.

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