Sam looked down at Raymond... or what remained of him. Everything had fallen on him, the bridge, steel rails, steam locomotive and stone, pulverising his body. His bones cracked, then shattered like glass, his flesh ground down and his veins exploding, bathing the area in crimson.
But his head survived, popping out and rolling across the ground, coming to rest at Sam's feet. Sam's expression was cold and merciless, staring down at him the way one would look at shit.
"Arghh... Raghh..."
"Stop moaning like a bitch, retard." Sam spat, his saliva falling on Raymond's eye as he groaned, screaming out in rage, further provoked as lady death invited him with welcoming arms.
To finally put the dead in his grave.
Sam grimaced, glancing at his own bruised body, and then at his arm, his muscles blackened from withstanding the impact of Raymond's strikes, his hands shaking while his index finger was twisted unnaturally.
Sighing, he grabbed the finger, bones snapping, and put it back in place with an exhausted look.
"Bastard... Don't think this is over... I will..." Raymond spat with venom, his eyes burning with madness and raw, unfiltered hatred as he stared up at Sam.
Sam blinked in bewilderment, staring at the head, confusion flashing in his eyes as he tilted his head. "Dude, how can you talk? You're just a head."
"Because my body is-"
Crack!
His skull groaned, and then the bones trembled, cracks spider-webbing until it shattered like glass. Bone fragments exploded along with brain matter, blood and flesh that splashed across Sam's legs.
He stared at it with an expressionless face, his heart unmoving. It felt like nothing could shake him iat this moment, his soul stalwart and indomitable like an unbreakable wall, his resolve hard as steel. "I don't give a shit, motherfucker."
He said with narrowed eyes, shaking his head at Raymond's stupidity.
Slowly, his shoulders trembled, innocent giggles escaping his lips as an amusing thought appeared in his mind.
He was a devil. He was the rational mind yet also filled with endless insanity, and that meant he had to live by his nature, not like everyone else, fools who lived by society's norms.
That meant he had to disregard everyone, stop caring about others' opinions and live freely as he wished.
Kill who I want to kill.
Eat who I want to eat.
And destroy what I want to destroy.
It mattered not if it was morally right or wrong. It didn't truly matter. The only thing that took priority was his own heart and desire.
"That's right, that's how it's always been... I've always been... a devil." His shoulders shook, his hand covering his face as faint laughter escaped his lips.
But gradually, that small laughter grew louder, more hysterical and filled with delirium, eventually turning into laughter full of deranged glee.
He threw his head back like a lunatic, a euphoric smile splitting his face as he began to shake from elation, his pitch-black hair streaked with gold turning crimson as ash and blood rained down from the sky, as if the heavens were crying blood from sorrow while Sam felt intoxicated by the taste of victory.
How magnificent... He thought, his heart calm and peaceful. Every mutation disappeared, his slightly longer claws turned normal, his sharp fangs became teeth, his reptilian eyes turned human and his serpentine tongue returned to its previous state as well.
He was stabilising after satisfying his desire to kill, fight and destroy.
He was the harbinger of ruin. It was fitting in a way, after all, his brother was the Devil of Ruination.
But slowly, every exaggerated emotion faded away, as if drained, like the flames that had consumed the steam locomotive extinguished from lack of fuel.
Sighing, his smile crumbled, replaced by a thoughtful look that gradually disappeared as well, welcoming a melancholic smile instead.
"My mind cannot liberate itself from my anatomy. That's right. Even my deepest thoughts and desires are bound by the demonic flesh that conceives them. And freedom... I'm not sure, but it may as well be a delusion of the enslaved."
He shook his head, looking down. "No matter what, no one can be free. Not even gods, they too are bound by the path they have already walked and the destination they've already reached."
"Is that why you killed him... like everyone else?"
Sam heard a soft, feminine voice from behind. Looking back, he saw a beautiful woman with a round, lovely face, her electric-blue eyes glowing in the darkness while her pitch-black hair, a bit messy, was tied in a ponytail.
Her dress was torn, perhaps by her own hands for better mobility, revealing her pale skin and her long, alluring legs.
She was holding a dagger, her expression cold and composed.
"You've decided to come out now that we're all exhausted. I'd be an easy target, huh? That makes sense. As for Amelia... Well, she's not that strong, nor does she have any special spells or traits that can aid her in battle. My horse is exhausted too from travelling..." Sam smiled faintly, understanding the situation.
"You could kill us all, take our Beyonder Characteristics, mystical materials and money." He laughed, shaking his head at the absurdity of it. "The biggest winner, huh? Without even lifting a finger."
"Let's say that's true. Now answer my question." She said, narrowing her eyes in displeasure since he was correct. At the same time, she felt more threatened, this young man seemed not only a skilled fighter but a genius, his intelligence staggering and, frankly, frightening.
In reality, Sam was a bit retarded, often doing random, stupid things. He had only learned about her intentions by using [Desire Sense].
"Perhaps that's why I've killed everyone. Why? Are you disgusted, my fair lady?" He grinned, pulling a sword from the debris, but it was broken. His face turned resigned and sad.
"I think I am." She spoke, her posture defensive.
"Ahh, yes. Morality and the value of human life, of course." Sam rolled his eyes with a small smile as his horse ran around the bridge and reached him.
He smiled warmly, caressing his mane as the beautiful stallion leaned his head against his palm, then licked his face.
"You know, this horse's life is more important to me than any human who died today. A man, dog, pig, horse, devil, mutant, vampire, snake, bird... It doesn't really matter. I will kill everyone indiscriminately if it suits my taste and if it is my wish." He sighed with a thoughtful expression.
"Don't you at the very least pity them?" The woman, despite being in a rather delicate situation, found herself curious.
"No. And I also know that I'll be condemned for not upholding the morality and values of this world. But... why should I be?" He said, more to himself than answering her, as if he had asked himself a question he genuinely wished to find the answer to. "It's not my nature..."
Then he tapped his forehead, thinking hard about it, and slowly a smile of disbelief formed on his face. "Ahh, that's right. All of that is nothing but foolish, collective hypocrisy of society."