The Guardian gods-Chapter 209

Abby bent down, taking off Thane’s clothes as she began gutting him with her dagger. She pulled out his innards and began arranging them to form words.

After she was done, she swiped her neck with the dagger. Her dark-colored pupils turned white as she took notice of the mess with wide eyes, seeing her father’s dead body. Abby wanted to scream, only to fall to the ground with her arms stretched out, reaching for her father. The light from her eyes went out as she fell dead.

Across town, Councilor Maris was in her kitchen, enjoying a quiet evening with her husband, Dorian. They laughed and chatted, the warmth of their love filling the room. But as the clock struck midnight, Dorian’s demeanor shifted. His movements became stiff, his eyes glazing over.

Maris noticed immediately. "Dorian, are you alright?"

Without a word, Dorian picked up a kitchen knife and advanced towards her. Maris backed away, confusion and fear warring on her face. "Dorian, what are you doing?"

"Silas commands it," Dorian said, his voice hollow.

Maris’s heart pounded. She knew her husband was not in control. "Dorian, it’s me, Maris. Fight it, please!" she cried, dodging his first swipe.

Dorian didn’t answer the words; instead, he continued attacking. Maris was a council member for a reason, so she had no problem dodging. This, in turn, turned the kitchen into a mess, attracting the attention of the maids and servants who rushed to the kitchen.

As soon as they appeared, Dorian turned his attention to them, and the whole kitchen and castle turned into a massacre as Dorian began killing everyone.

Maris, still in shock at her husband’s behavior, took some time to gather herself. By then, only a few were left. With tears streaming down her face, Maris summoned a rapier from her ring as she covered herself in a soft blue energy.

Dorian turned towards her expressionless as he roared out, "Silas wills it." Maris closed her eyes as she struck out with her rapier. Years of training kicked in as she aimed for his neck, piercing a huge hole in it.

Opening her eyes to see what she had done, Maris moved in, catching her husband’s falling figure. Blood and corpses were everywhere as she began crying out loud.

The same thing was happening to most of the council members under Erik. Silas’s command activated the parasite lying low in their bodies, taking control of them.

Images of the parasitized humans acting on his orders were transmitted to Silas, who smiled. He couldn’t help but appreciate his decision to make use of the parasites.

The humans who lost their will to the parasite and were living normal lives, giving birth to offspring, were indirectly giving birth to the next generation of parasites under Silas’s control.

These humans had been sent out, living and having normal lives in Erik’s kingdom. By subtle control of Silas, the parasitized humans were more prone to make friends with or work under established figures.

Erik, in his room, took notice of the small chaos rising in his kingdom. A maid walked in with a robe in her hand to drape over Erik as she left his room.

Nothing was said as the maid followed behind Erik as they headed to his office. As Erik was about to open the door to his office, the maid behind him moved, but before she could do anything, Erik caught her by the neck.

Erik was about to ask the reason for her behavior when he saw the dark eyes of the maid. Remembering his envoy’s words, Erik said with a grave tone, "Silas."

The maid opened her mouth, and a purple gas shot out. Erik blew the gas back into the maid’s face, and soon the maid’s face began melting, revealing her skull.

Dropping the maid in disgust, Erik was about to call out his men when he saw the maid’s corpse twitching. She stood up, looking at Erik before she began speaking. "Hello, Erik."

Erik, who recognized the voice, stopped and looked at the maid with a grim face. "Silas."

In response to his words, Silas said, "In flesh and blood."

Erik said nothing in turn as he continued frowning. The maid walked past him, opening the door to his office. Clicking on a wall, a bottle of wine appeared.

Silas, in the maid’s body, walked around the office like it was his. He pulled out two glasses and began filling them with wine. While doing that, he said, "Did you like my recent gift?"

In response to his words, there was a huge flash of light followed by an explosion sound. Erik looked outside the window to see a few noble houses caught on fire.

Silas also took a look outside and shook his head before sitting down where Erik was supposed to sit. He took a sip from the glass he was holding. The wine couldn’t go down his throat as it left from the side of the maid’s melted face, but that didn’t stop Silas as he continued sipping his wine while looking at Erik.

Erik, who was being stared at, wanted to scream and reach over to strangle Silas, but he knew that would change nothing except making himself look stupid in front of Silas, which was a satisfaction he was never going to give to the demon.

"Are you scared of me?" Erik asked as he took the wine glass filled for him.

Silas tilted the maid’s head to the side, her dark eyes staring eerily at Erik. "No, why do you think that?"

Erik took a sip of his wine, savoring the taste. "It isn’t about what I think but rather a deduction of your actions till now: causing conflict between me and the harpies, planting puppets everywhere in my kingdom, and now, when you are at your weakest, to prolong your life, you decide to further sow discord in my kingdom."

Erik suddenly stopped talking as he looked at Silas. "I care not for these humans’ lives and your mind games. Why don’t we both have our own battle—no soldiers, no generals, just us—where only one of us will live?"

Silas, hearing Erik’s words, suddenly began laughing. The maid’s corpse he was hosting kept spewing out blood the more he laughed, staining Erik’s table and office.

Having laughed enough, Silas put down his glass as he walked over to where Erik was sitting. Placing a hand on Erik’s shoulder, he said, "Your naivety, words, and actions are the reasons I act the way I do towards you."

"I am not scared of you or your invitation to a duel of death. Rather, my actions towards you are because you, Erik, give me the opportunity to experience something akin to a dream after being stuck in that thing’s stomach for who knows how long and then finding myself in this high-level world where my experience with you is something of rarity."

Shaking his head, Silas continued, "I don’t want to lose my plaything so easily. Your first world didn’t survive the attack of the abyss, so you are a bit unlearned about my race’s unusual characteristics."

"Immortal, powerful, the baddest of the baddest, but one thing we enjoy most is pestering people like you, turning them into playthings, making unfair deals. I could go on forever."

"Erik, an existence so eager to avenge his people and world’s death, to the extent he no longer cares what happens to those around him as long as he can fulfill his mission of revenge," Silas said as he stood up, heading towards Erik’s balcony.

"You must have realized it by now, how easily you have lost. That is why you propose a duel between us." Even though Silas was facing the balcony, his voice reached Erik’s ears as if it was being whispered to him.

"You now realize it. Your kingdom is my kingdom. Your maid, children, anyone can be a puppet of mine—even your army. So blinded by your quest for revenge, you never really took a close look at the kingdom you helped create." Placing a hand on Erik’s shoulder, Silas said, "Such actions are exactly what make you a great plaything."

Erik was now seeing red; he could barely hold it together. Each word that came out of Silas’s mouth kept painting him like a gullible fool, which he was beginning to think he was.

All of a sudden, something clicked with Erik, which made him clench his fist, breaking the glass he was holding. "Do your puppets also reside in the rival kingdom and are now messing with my son’s mission?"

In response to his question, Silas began laughing, which gave Erik his answer. Erik roared out loud in rage as he summoned his spear, which he swung at the maid, blowing her upper half into pieces and smearing blood all over the wall. Before Silas disappeared, he mockingly shouted, "For humanity!"

Hearing that caused Erik to go into a blind rage as he began swinging at everything in his office, roaring out loud. Yet no one approached his office to see what was going on.