Today, the gods abandoned this world.
Something far more terrifying and wicked than the Gastrea had descended—under the guise of cleansing pests, it turned the city into a crimson inferno.
The streets resounded with screams, a symphony of hell. People saw neighbors burst into gore in an instant, charred corpses twisting in fire, headless bodies collapsing like broken puppets.
No struggle, no begging mattered. Before this cold-blooded demon, they were dust.
The slaughtered were those who had abused power, defiled innocents, criminals trembling under her gaze.
They once hid in mansions, on stages, in basements, believing their sins unseen. Nevertheless, when judgment came, concealment meant nothing.
Some fell to their knees, shrieking for mercy, only to meet green eyes devoid of ripple—denying them even the right to be called human.
What crushed them was not death, but powerlessness. They thought themselves rulers, albeit before Zeroy, they were less than ants.
Her figure flashed through the city, each step crushing flesh, each swing reaping life.
On the square, rivers of blood pooled into crimson lakes, reflecting her indifferent face.
In the streets, corpses piled into silent tombstones.
Her blade knew no mercy, no hesitation, not even anger. She culled calmly, like squashing roaches.
Cries, pleas, regret—mere struggles before the end.
Such pleas mattered only if the crimes were forgivable. These pests, in their last moments, realized: to Zeroy, they had never been human, only filth to be purged.
"Right."
As she cleansed Tokyo, Zeroy suddenly stopped.
Using Patchouli's magic, she teleported back. Not for Patchouli, but for Tendō Kisara—and the Tendō clan.
"Kisara, isn't it? You want revenge on the Tendōs?"
"Y-yes... them, only them, I can never forgive!"
Grief shadowed her face from Rentarō's death. Called by Zeroy, she froze, then changed at once.
She didn't care how Zeroy knew her name, about Rentarō's fate, or her clan's sins being exposed. Before vengeance, all else was nothing.
The girl's hatred made her seem a demon, ready to sacrifice all.
Even knowing Zeroy might deem her a pest for it, Kisara couldn't suppress her rage. Even death couldn't take away her vengeance.
"Good. Then the Tendō clan is yours."
Zeroy had too many pests to kill. Though she made them suffer, efficiency demanded speed. Death alone felt too merciful.
To her, quick death was a release, too cheap for the torment they'd sown.
That said, Kisara could help. At least, against the Tendō clan, she could deliver agony.
"And they're the worst pests in Tokyo. Worth special attention."
"Patchi, anything to boost her strength?"
"..."
Patchouli said nothing. A circle flared under Kisara's feet, light flashing over her.
"Done."
"..."
Kisara stared at her hands, power surging within.
"Thanks~"
Zeroy hugged her.
"Come on. I'll take you."
···
The Tendō estate—
"I have only one request. Kill them cruelly. Torture them. Don't worry about humanity—they aren't human. Use all your imagination."
She set Kisara down, then turned to leave. This was her task alone.
Kisara began plotting, then called quickly as Zeroy turned.
"Give me the Gastrea Virus."
"Fine."
Zeroy had collected it, like she had zombie virus from Highschool of the Dead.
After she left, Kisara held the vial, gazing at the Tendō gates.
Zeroy had told her: led by Kikunojo, nearly all were here. Perhaps they thought escape pointless, or outside more dangerous, with Zeroy slaughtering Tokyo.
So they stayed, saving effort.
"You've come. I never thought she'd send you."
Kikunojo sat in the hall, awaiting the end. He knew death was certain. Although not that his granddaughter would be the one.
"You never thought many things, old man."
Kisara's killing intent was strong.
"Yes. Who could have imagined a god would descend, a god of judgment..."
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