A long time ago when Man had but risen from life's womb and learned only a few dawns ago the art of making weapons, there was great slaughter. Man then was a fool compared to His present self and knew only to kill, to rip and tear for those were the essentials required in those primitive days for survival. To exercise such upon another kind with more fingers or hands or enabled with snouts and tusks—that was acceptable for that was that and they were themself. Yet Man, foolish and in plight of resources, then turned to killing his own kind.
This was a very unfavourable thing—no doubt in that, if Man were to kill eachother without any ramification than Man would be bone and ash in a few more dawns. That was not acceptable for life's spawn.
Man must survive. Man must grow. Man must dominate.
Eventually a solution was found, in order to increase chances of survivability and proliferability. Man would change their appearance in order to differentiate between foe and fellow. Those of the same colour and wearing similar articles would then be immediately seen as a fellow and someone with even the slightest change in their appearance would be a foe.
In those days of crudness and innocence such a notion was revolutionary, Man would engrave this idea into their very blood and even when the age ended and technological and philosophical developments took place. Man would always be wary of someone that didn't look like them.
So why hesitate? That which stands before you has a different build and his eyes are green. He is no fellow but foe; let alone the fact that it seeks nothing but to have your head crushed and jaw ripped.
ROAR!
The human let out a loud cry and ran towards Wilhelm.
The latter didn't summon his Frost Lance and met the creature head on.
BAM!
Wilhelm was sent flying by the collision with the man.
"Ah…fuck." He clutched his abdomen in pain.
I know you are hesitant but can you just dodge? Is that so hard?
"Why the hell will I dodge? If I had, then the goblins would've just jumped from his shoulder and killed me!" Wilhelm argued back.
....You thought of that but not how stupid it is to think of the non-existent ramifications of killing a person who is trying to kill you?
"They are different!" Wilhelm shouted out loud.
KIAK!
It seemed that the goblins had thought this to be some sort of provocation as they shrieked.
And as if commanded, the human's arm began to twist and deform.
ROAR!
He cried out.
SWISH!
Bone tore itself out from the man's finger joints as the flesh receded.
The man's mouth also suffered the same as his teeth became canine-like.
And now he's even more inhuman, really what is so hard about taking a life.
"I can't!" Wilhelm bit back as he steadied himself against the human.
As the man ran towards him, Wilhelm unleashed Niflheim's frost from his fist.
WOOSH!
The icy winds stalled the man long enough for him to attempt to attack the goblins.
KIAK!
The goblin on the right shoulder jumped on his head.
"You!"
Wilhelm punched towards the goblin yet the latter using his own hand evaded it and rushed towards him through his hand.
"Get off!" He shook his hand and smashed it against the walls.
Yet just like last time, the goblin nimbly evaded it and jumped off Wilhelm's head onto the man's shoulder.
ROAR!
The man, now freed, grabbed Wilhelm by his arm and with his other hand aimed at his head.
"And Wilhelm's tale ends here."
"No!"
As the claws were about to reach Wilhelm's eyes.
BANG!
SQUECH!
The man's entire hand had been pierced and torn apart!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The man roared in pain and let go of Wilhelm as it clutched it's missing hand.
"Was it so hard?"
It wasn't, Wilhelm only had to conjure a single frost lance that he grabbed using his right hand and just stab it into the hand and tear it off.
"See? Your instinct recognizes a threat and you don't? Just accept it."
He didn't want to kill and so he stood there the Frost Lance in his hand but he didn't let it melt away.
"Wilhelm, you must kill. Kill if you want to save yourself. Kill if you want to grab hold of that ring. KILL IF YOU DARE TO SEEK THAT POWER! KILL WILHELM! KILL!"
He could feel the bloodlust in his mind growing by the moment, as if a serpent had coiled around his heart.
His grip of the lance tightened.
KIAK!
The goblins who were panicking, seeing Wilhelm, jumped off the shoulders of the man and lunged towards him.
They didn't stand a chance against the current mentally unstable Wilhelm as both were torn apart by two Frost Lances.
Looking at the man whose pain was swiftly being replaced by anger, he made a choice.
If he killed, he would be rewarded with points that can allow him to buy a third Spell Construct allowing him to grow stronger.
If he killed, then his resolve would be mightier than Rachel's and he would obtain that ring.
Killing would have no consequences and instead he would be rewarded.
All he needed to do was kill.
And kill he would.
"Come at me!" Wilhelm shouted and dashed towards the man.
His eyes were red with panic, unknowing delirium had set in him.
The only thing he thought was to kill.
"KILL KILL KILL KILL!" Like a mantra Wilhelm chanted as he held his Frost Lance and thrust it into the man's left eye..
"AHHH!" Wilhelm roared as he took it out and stabbed again.
And again.
And once again.
Until the man's corpse was filled with holes.
And Wilhelm stood there, the lance melting away at last.
As Wilhelm killed for the first time in his life.
He felt a strange feeling well up within his being.
It was something he'd never felt before.
"No, you have."
Yes, he did.
It was a feeling that fell into the same vein as his thirst for power.
He wanted to kill more.
He wanted rivers of blood to form.
For corpses to form a mountain.
kill.
"Yes…..Kill."
It was only for a moment did Wilhelm pause as he continued deeper into the cave.
He had to clear the dungeon.
He had to obtain that 3rd Spell Construct.
He had to kill.