In the Kingdom of the Great Ice, inside one of the dungeons, there was a young man burning until he turned to ashes, and a young lady standing in the shadows said with boredom:
"Haah… no problem, there are plenty of humans in this area," she said with a faint smile.
"But first… everyone with a soul here must die."
She danced and jumped, smiling like a child going to an amusement park, then began walking and singing joyfully:
"The show has begun!"
As she walked through the prison, two guards stepped in front of her, demanding that she return.
But she ignored them, walking through them confidently as if they were mist… nonexistent.
One of the guards grabbed her shoulder angrily:
"You must have heard what I said… didn't you?"
The lady stopped, looking at him with a cold gaze that held no mercy, only darkness and terror.
"Remove your hand… I don't think your tune will please me, so I'll forgive you."
The guard, enraged, raised his hand to strike her…
But before his hand could reach her, his head flew off, and blood spurted like a fountain.
The other guard trembled, covered in fear and blood:
"W-what… what's happening? Am I dreaming?"
Zalawaria smiled terrifyingly, whispering in a cold voice that could make the soul leave the body from fear:
"Are you scared? I should entertain you a bit… how about your show?"
He didn't dare answer.
"Very well… let's begin the performance."
She grabbed the head of the guard she had killed and started digging into it until she reached his brain and held it in her hand, but she stopped:
"Oh my… there should be three… I need two more."
"Wait a moment… I'll be back."
She returned after some time, carrying two brains and two more heads, and the show began.
She removed their faces, made masks from them, painted wide and terrifying clown-like smiles with their blood, and wore the mask.
The man was stunned, his heart racing, blood streaming from fear.
Zalawaria said:
"You asked for the show… so you will watch until the end."
She began playing with the victims' brains, tossing them one by one as if they were balls.
Suddenly…
A girl screamed in fear:
"What's happening here?"
Zalawaria looked at her coldly:
"Look, look… we have another guest. Is my private show really that entertaining for you?"
Blood gathered, forming a red chair, and she offered it to the girl to sit and watch the show.
She removed the victims' eyes and presented them as flowers to the guests.
"Now… goodbye. The show is over."
Suddenly… their bodies exploded.
Zalawaria emerged after a while. The first thing she saw was the blood moon, as if it were a warning of a demon walking among humans.
"I expected the sun to greet me… but no matter, this is far better."
After a day, the police announced a human massacre unprecedented in human history, and written on the wall with the victims' blood were the words:
"Devil Clown."
After that incident, the Devil Clown began spreading chaos in the kingdom, killing mercilessly everyone with a soul — children, infants, girls, men, elders, and youths.
She tortured everyone in the kingdom in ways that had no equal, even in hell…
The survivors said:
"Her smile is wide and terrifying!"
"Her eyes carry a dark, cold void."
"Her words whisper of your imminent death."
"She smiles only a scary, cold smile with no emotion, like seeing a demon… no, she's worse than a demon!"
There were those who witnessed her bloody show.
Everyone who witnessed her bloody performance, upon being freed, immediately committed suicide in the first second of their release. Many preferred death over remembering what they saw from the bloody show. It was a horrifying human slaughter beyond imagination.
The entire kingdom fell into chaos, and fear spread in the veins of every human.
Many said that the wrath of a god had descended upon them,
so a demon from hell was sent to torture them,
but the victims said:
"If you had seen it, you would say hell is far kinder than this."
Zalawaria enjoyed the suffering… she was the Devil Clown, laughing and dancing to their screams, their agony sounding like the voice of a beautiful, calm angel.
She continued her revenge on the kingdom, but one person remained: "Ileria."
Before confronting her, she had to train more.
One day, while sitting in her house, a man entered through the window and said:
"Hello… Devil Clown."
Zalawaria answered coldly:
"What do you want?"
He said calmly, removing his hat in respect:
"I am Yamamoto, a member of the organization. I bring you my greetings."
Zalawaria looked at him coldly and whispered in his ear:
"Speak faster, I have no time for you. What do you want?"
Yamamoto smiled and said:
"The leader is interested in you, so he sent an invitation for you to join the organization. We will welcome you with pleasure and joy."
He disappeared into the shadows like the moon vanishing behind clouds.
"Very well… interesting enough!"
To be continued…