Death: Genesis 3: An Isekai LitRPG by Nicholas Searcy

Author:Nicholas Searcy [Searcy, Nicholas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Podium Publishing
Published: 2023-06-26T16:00:00+00:00

33

REAL MONSTERS

Carlos stood at the gates, staring with horror at the massacre in the courtyard. He had killed plenty of people in his life. He was a member of an assassin’s guild, after all. His powers weren’t exactly clean, either, often leaving a charnel house of blood, gore, and viscera in their wake. He was a killer, and not a gentle one. But Talia was clearly on a different level altogether.

He watched as she plunged her clawed hand into the chest of one of her victims, yanking a mass of red flesh free a second later. Without preamble, she bit into the flesh, a tiny spout of blood squirting out under the force of her jaws. In seconds, her ruined arm began to knit itself together. She whispered something between bites, then stood to her full height. With her pale skin covered in vivid-red blood, she looked every inch the monster she obviously was. The sight sent a shiver up Carlos’s spine, and not for the first time, he considered fleeing into the desert. He could survive. He was certain of it. With his powers, he was fast enough to escape, especially given that the only one he wasn’t sure he could outrun was currently busy with other things. She bit into the flesh once again, an expression of pure ecstasy on her face.

“Quit staring like that,” came a gruff voice as Zeke pushed past him. “She’s already self-conscious enough without you gaping at her like she’s a monster.”

“Like?” Carlos breathed. “Are you sure she’s not one?”

Zeke glanced back at him, “More sure about her than you.”

Zeke continued past, approaching the pale, blood-covered Talia. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she looked back at him. The pleasure she’d shown only a moment before was gone, replaced by wide-eyed horror. She muttered something, and Zeke said something back before handing her an adorned leather satchel. Carlos couldn’t hear the exchange, but he could intuit the subject of the conversation. Zeke was comforting her.

He said something else before turning to one of the still-warm corpses. Suddenly, a utility knife appeared in his hand, and he knelt beside the body. Without hesitation, he plunged the knife into the corpse’s chest and started to carve.

“W-what is he doing?” Carlos muttered.

“She doesn’t have any vitality,” said Tucker, who’d planted himself at Carlos’s shoulder. “She has a skill that lets her heal, but it requires the consumption of human hearts. Zeke is stocking some up for later.”

“That … that’s …”

“Necessary,” Tucker stated. “That girl’s been through more than you can imagine. So, if you’re going to be clutching your pearls the whole time, you might as well just leave.”

“You’d let me go?” asked Carlos, incredulity coloring his tone.

Tucker shrugged. “You’re not a prisoner,” he said. “You can leave whenever you damn well please. None of us care enough about you to chase you through the desert.”

Carlos felt his shoulders sag a little. “First person I’ve ever seen that was disappointed he wasn’t going to be hunted down like an escaped convict,” came Abby’s voice as she pushed past him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.