If there was one group in this world that truly deserved to be wiped off the face of existence, it was Blood Cross.
A fanatical cult devoted to Malfus, the God of Carnage, these lunatics believed that slaughter wasn't just necessary—it was divine. They saw the world as nothing more than a hunting ground, a place where only the strongest should rule. And to them, the strongest weren't kings, heroes, or even monsters.
It was Fiends.
Those twisted beings who gained power by devouring others, growing stronger with each kill. The Blood Cross didn't just worship Fiends—they wanted to create more of them.
What They Believe
Their doctrine was simple:
Slaughter is sacred. Kill, and you bring yourself closer to enlightennt. The bloodier, the better.
Fiends are divine. The rest of the world saw Fiends as monsters. Blood Cross saw them as gods in the making.
Sacrifice fuels power. The cult's favorite pasti? Horrific rituals involving human sacrifices, flesh-eating, and carving bloody symbols into their own bodies.
Basically, if sothing sounded completely insane and evil, Blood Cross had already tried it.
How They Operate
They weren't just a bunch of robed maniacs waving knives around in a basent—okay, well, sotis they were—but they were also dangerously organized.
They infiltrated cities, noble houses, and even military groups, corrupting them from within. Powerful warriors, promising adventurers—all went missing, only to return as raving, bloodthirsty Fiends.
They had temples, underground fortresses, and hidden ritual sites all over the world. So were abandoned ruins, others were thriving hideouts, packed with devoted followers waiting for the day they could paint the world red.
Their Favorite Pastis (A.K.A. Forbidden Rituals)
Fiend's Awakening Ritual – Ever wondered what happens when you force-feed soone human flesh infused with dark energy? Well, according to Blood Cross, one in ten will turn into a Fiend. The other nine? They just die screaming.
Crimson Baptism – You haven't lived until you've bathed in the blood of your enemies. Or so they say. High-ranking mbers even drink blood straight from the hearts of powerful warriors. Disgusting? Yes. Effective? Also yes.
The Offering of a Thousand Screams – Imagine gathering a thousand people, sacrificing them under a blood moon, and summoning sothing called the "True Fiend." Yeah, no thanks.
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Grand Inquisitor Veylan – The top dog. A twisted prophet who claims he hears the voice of Mafus. Half-human, half-Fiend, fully insane.
The Butcher Priests – High-ranking cultists who handle rituals, sacrifices, and turning people into Fiends. Basically, walking nightmares in robes. Valak was one of them but now he is dead.
The Crimson Reapers – Blood Cross' strongest warriors—each one a fully awakened Fiend. If you see one, run. Or start praying.
Asher and Serena looked at each other as they listened to the informant, who explained the ways of Blood Cross—the organization that Lloyd and Valak belonged to.
After eliminating him and passing the information to the guild, they rushed to Pallax City. Their recent actions had likely drawn attention, and if they weren't careful, they might end up walking straight into Blood Cross's hands.
"Damn annoying cultists," Asher muttered, rubbing his temples as the informant finished speaking. He didn't like this at all.
He knew just how troubleso cultists could be. There had been one such group in Volarisa, according to the history books, and even they were a nightmare. But these lunatics? They were on a whole different level—fully unhinged and extrely dangerous.
"I guess we'll have to be careful from now on," he said, sighing.
Serena nodded, her expression serious. "Yeah… This just got a lot more complicated."
The Blood Cross & Asher
And now, thanks to Lloyd's very violent death, the Blood Cross knew about Asher.
And they weren't happy.
For them, Lloyd, with his Slaughter Gift ability, was a saint sent by Mafus. And now that he was dead, they wanted Asher to die the sa way.
Deep within one of their hidden fortresses, the air was thick with the stench of blood, burning incense, and madness. Hooded figures knelt in front of a massive blood-soaked altar, where the symbol of Mafus—a twisted, jagged cross—was carved into the stone.
A high-ranking priest, his skin covered in scarred rituals, raised his arms.
"Lloyd, the Saint of Carnage, has fallen!" His voice echoed through the chamber, filled with raw fury. "A re mortal—a worm!—dared to slay him!"
The gathered cultists scread in rage, slamming their fists onto the ground.
"Blasphemy!"
"An insult to our god!"
"He must be torn apart!"
The priest's bloodshot eyes glead as he continued, "Mafis demands blood! We shall send forth our chosen, the Butcher Priests and the Crimson Reapers, and they shall bring us Asher's head!"
The entire chamber trembled as dark energy pulsed through the air, responding to their murderous intent.
"And if this Asher is strong… then we shall baptize him in blood and turn him into one of our own."
Asher leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. The flickering candlelight of the dimly lit inn cast long shadows across the room. Serena sat across from him, arms folded, her expression grim.
"Blood Cross…" she muttered. "I've heard of them before, but I didn't think they were this insane."
"They worship Malfus, the so-called 'God of Carnage,'" the informant said, shifting uncomfortably. "To them, Fiends are the true rulers of the world, and anyone not 'blessed' with Fiendish energy is just cattle."
Asher sighed, tapping his fingers on the wooden table. "So, Lloyd wasn't just so random lunatic—he was their damn saint."
The informant nodded. "Yeah. And now that he's dead, they'll be looking for whoever killed him."
Serena groaned, slumping back in her seat. "Great. Just what we needed. A bloodthirsty cult that thinks their butchered psychopath was a divine ssenger."
Asher smirked slightly. "Annoying as hell, but it just ans they'll co to us. Saves us the trouble of hunting them down."
"You don't understand," the informant said, lowering his voice. "Blood Cross doesn't just send assassins or warriors after their enemies. They perform rituals—forbidden ones. The kind that twist reality, summon monsters, and… worse."
Serena frowned. "What do you an 'worse'?"
The man hesitated before finally answering. "They don't just want to kill you. They want to turn you into one of them."
A tense silence filled the room.
"I think we should separate ways. They only know about , not you," Asher said.
The informant shook his head. "No. By this ti, they might have already learned about her. Soon, they'll be coming after both of you."
Serena frowned. "So, we're both targets now?"
The informant nodded. "Lloyd must have had a tracking artifact. Most powerful clans have treasure items that record how their mbers die. The Blood Cross wouldn't let his death go unnoticed."
Asher's eyes narrowed. "That ans the other churches must have noticed too. Malfus isn't the only god, right?"
The informant sighed. "Of course, there are other churches. But Lloyd was working freely here because this kingdom falls under Malfus' domain."
Asher exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "Damn fanatic territory rules. So, every god has their own domain, and if one god's followers enter another's… war breaks out?"
"Exactly," the informant confird. "Most gods prefer keeping their worshippers in their own lands, which is why these cultists aren't afraid to act freely here."
Serena's expression darkened. "So, if we just leave this god's domain, we'll be safe?"
The informant nodded. "Yes, but the nearest border to another god's domain is 500 kiloters away. If you can survive the journey, you'll be safe… for now."
Asher and Serena exchanged glances. The choice was clear—run or fight.
"I can save myself even if I were to fight. I have many abilities that allow to escape at any mont," Asher said, glancing at Serena. "But I can't guarantee your safety the sa way." He clenched his fists. "So, we're running to the next god's domain."
Serena nodded. "Okay… but what if they go after the village?" she asked, a little afraid.
"They won't," Asher reassured her. "The village is in another god's domain—a Demi-God's. He's not as strong as Malfus, but against the Blood Cross' base, he's powerful enough. They won't dare cross into his territory."
Serena let out a relieved sigh as Asher turned his gaze toward the horizon. Their path was clear—escape now, or risk being hunted down.
Asher didn't waste any ti. With a flick of his wrist, he activated his movent skill, his body surging forward like a shadow through the night. Serena followed closely behind, her steps light yet determined.
The road ahead was long—500 kiloters to the next god's domain. They had no ti to waste.
"How long do you think we have before they co after us?" Serena asked, her voice steady but tense.
Asher narrowed his eyes. "If they're as fanatical as they seem, they're already moving."
Serena cursed under her breath. "Great. So, what's the plan? Run the whole way?"
"Not exactly," Asher said, his eyes scanning the darkened landscape. "There are shortcuts… but they're dangerous."
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