2023-04-15 14:35:07The first attack was sloppy.
A wild swing, telegraphed by the shift in the boy’s weight, the tension in his shoulders. Lucius didn’t move like a man he moved like a shadow, slipping sideways with a half step, letting the fist sail past his ear. The wind of it ruffled his hair.
"Hari! Help me!" Nevan’s voice was a shrill whipcrack, his skeletal fingers clawing at the air.
Hari didn’t need the command. He was already lunging, his bulk making him slow, his face twisted in something between fury and confusion. Lucius watched him come, calm as still water.
Then he struck.
One step. A pivot. His fist sank into Hari’s chest like an axe into soft wood.
The boy flew.
Not a stumble. Not a fall. He launched, his body folding midair before he crashed into the rooftop door, the metal groaning under the impact. The others froze. Their leader was on the ground, gasping, his ribs already bruising through his shirt.
Lucius didn’t look at him.
His eyes were on Nevan.
The boy had gone very still. His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, his Adam’s apple bobbing like a trapped thing. Lucius took a step forward. Then another. The soles of his shoes made no sound.
"Illegal?" Lucius tilted his head, as if considering. "Funny. I don’t remember ambushing you in the hallway. I don’t remember you cornering me first."
Nevan’s lips peeled back from his teeth. "You !"
"Ah." Lucius cut him off with a smile. "You do know my name. How touching."
Nevan’s fingers twitched. Lucius saw the calculation in his eyes the way he was measuring the distance, the angle, the weakness. The same look he’d worn in Lucius’ last life, right before he’d raised an army of corpses and turned a city into a graveyard.
Lucius sighed.
Then he kicked Nevan’s leg.
The crack was loud. Too loud. The bone gave way like dry kindling, and Nevan screamed a high, breaking sound, the kind that didn’t belong in a school. The kind that lingered.
The others were still on the ground. Some were moaning. Some were pretending. Lucius didn’t care.
He crouched in front of Nevan, close enough to see the sweat beading on his pale forehead, the way his pupils dilated with pain and something darker. Something familiar.
"Mercy," Nevan whimpered.
Lucius tilted his head. "Why?"
Nevan’s breath hitched. "W what?"
"Why should I show you mercy?" Lucius’ voice was soft. Conversational. "You wouldn’t have shown me any."
Nevan’s face twisted. "You don’t know that !"
"I do." Lucius reached out. His fingers closed around Nevan’s skull.
The boy’s eyes widened.
Lucius squeezed.
The sound was wet. Final.
Nevan’s body went limp before it even hit the ground. The others screamed then real screams, the kind that came from somewhere primal. Lucius ignored them. He stood, wiping his hand on his uniform pants, and turned toward the energy signature pulsing at the edge of the rooftop.
The System.
His System.
"Confirm location," he said, though he already knew.
[System presence detected. Host advised to retrieve.]
Lucius smiled.
He lifted his hand, palm open, and the air ripped.
Time bent. The world blurred at the edges, the energy signature flaring like a dying star before it snapped into his grip. The power hit him like a tidal wave, slamming into his chest, his veins, his bones. He gasped, his back arching, his fingers clawing at his own skin as the System settled.
[Host has acquired: King of the Dead System.]
The words burned in his vision.
Lucius laughed.
It wasn’t a nice sound.
He lowered his hand and looked at the bodies around him. The fake unconscious ones were very real unconscious now, their faces pale, their breaths shallow. The real ones Hari, Nevan, the others who’d moved against him were still.
Almost.
Lucius knelt beside Nevan’s corpse. The boy’s face was frozen in that final moment of terror, his glassy eyes reflecting the sky.
"Let’s see what you can do," Lucius murmured.
He pressed his palm to Nevan’s chest.
The power answered.
Black mist curled from his fingers, tendrils of darkness seeping into the corpse’s mouth, its nostrils, the jagged wound where Lucius’ hand had crushed his skull. The body twitched. Then it shuddered. Then
It was gone.
No blood. No bones. Not even ash.
Just… gone.
Lucius stood, brushing his hands together. The remaining students were hyperventilating now, their eyes wide and unblinking, their mouths moving soundlessly.
Lucius looked at them.
Then he jumped.
The wind rushed past him as he fell, three stories down, his coat flaring like wings. He landed in a crouch, the impact sending a crack spiderwebbing through the pavement beneath him.
He straightened.
The school bell rang in the distance, cheerful and oblivious.
Lucius adjusted his cuffs.
Then he walked away.
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