Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 491: Still Breathing

Pitit held her breath, feeling like cold fingers brushed up against the back of both hands, a warm, yet viscous breath falling upon her nape, wrapping all around the neck like a hangman’s noose, even as those sensations reached the girl, she failed to feel the presence of that other person, like they were actually standing dozens of meters away.

The second reflection impossible to discern amidst the ripples, they seemed to intensify, as if purposefully muddling any visible representation of this intruder, she wanted to turn around and confirm what, or rather, who it was that stood behind her back.

Gathering the strength to ever-so slightly turn her head, Pitit once again froze completely as a hand came running through her hair.

"Ah… Pitit~ Cute little Pitit~ You are one of the cutest little girls I have ever met… How cute you are, I would like to say that I was cuter, but I am not a liar, I am honest, very honest, a big, very big bad side of my personality…" her teeth began clattering as abject terror completely took hold, extending its monstrous authority over every bone- Every fibre in the body paralysed.

"Afraid? Don’t be…" the intruder got closer, rubbing the southern’s hair across their face "...Everyone dies one day… From old age… Disease… The cold… The heat… Stabbed… Bludgeoned… Strangled… Suffocated… Dismembered… Electrocution… Drowning…"

"...So many ways, all so entertaining, the fun kind, the funny sort and the hilarious- Oh, you smell very good Pitit"

"Get away from me!" swiping at empty air, she stumbled up to her feet, finding no one standing in the moonlight, absolutely nothing, not even the slightest of proof that there had been something, no mark in the grass, not even a breeze indicating movement.

’Huh?’ she touched her hair, even though they were untouched, free of the ruffles caused by that perceived hands and face.

The girl spun around, expecting to find a figure behind her back, to the side, somewhere, anywhere at all, but no silhouettes showed themselves, stepping back as her gaze returned to the pond, immediately bumping into someone who shoved their hands underneath the girl’s armpits, lifting Pitit up with disconcerting ease, as though they were a beast of a man and she was a newborn.

"You know Pitit… I have been observing you all for a little while now, it had been a long, so very long time since I was able to go as I please… But it was worth it, for all of my greatness, I wouldn’t have gotten any more opportunities at all otherwise" Pitit tried to struggle and break free to no avail.

"Abundance truly does breed adorable little things, whilst the lack thereof made me into a little wretch, can you imagine? Me? As a runt of the litter, but thankfully, one weak of arms is often underestimated, when I had made sure to clear the slate of my competitors -The rest of the litter- I too experienced abundance"

"Let go of me!" kicking back at her captor, Pitit simultaneously felt like hitting a wall and like she was striking the air. Continue reading at novelbuddy

"Are you an undead?" quickly losing strength from these useless motions, she instead sought an answer, her face riddled with sweat caused by naught but fright.

"But you see, abundance over there, and here are two entirely diff-"

"I asked you a question!"

"Ohoh… The little kitten is baring its fangs! Why don’t you try shouting at me again, but without having a voice crack? Don’t you know? The slightest misstep in communication and what you were trying to convey instantly goes out of the window!" Pitit was suddenly dropped to the ground.

This time, when she turned around, a person was indeed standing right.

Tall, or perhaps small?

Skinny, or maybe big?

A woman, or was it a man?

The colour of their eyes? Simply impossible to tell.

How long is their hair? The colouration of said hair?

Pitit did not know, she was seeing everything possible and nothing at the same time, it was like staring into a filthy mirror, distinguishing a relative shape, but not even being capable of recognising oneself.

All that she knew was that she was afraid.

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"Shocking, isn’t it? You people can’t even perceive me, so of course, even if I allow you to, you can not tell what you are looking at" the being chuckled.

"The best you were all capable of doing was vaguely sense that something was not right… Pitiful really, I was standing centimeters away, you were all bumping into me and not even realising it… In terms of perception, I am very disappointed…" as they stepped forward, leaning to get closer to Pitit, their ever-changing form stabilised.

"Better now?" brushing a lean dagger against the young girl’s cheek, painlessly drawing blood.

"I am not a thing, I am Maliah, The Death Dealer, and life courses through me still" smiling at Pitit, an attempt at a regular smile which only caused the southerners to scramble to her feet as though having just witnessed a vision from hell.

"If you are alive… Then what are you doing here? Don’t you know that the undead roam above ground?" it sounded as though her heart was inside of her head, directly within as it repeatedly beat, louder and louder still.

"Oh, I know, I am quite aware of it all, but I am after your blood, that of your brother, of the soldiers, of the knights, of Aramap, and of your king! I want this cavern to be painted red from top to bottom… I would love for a satisfying fight, but let us wait until day comes, the reflections of sunlight on blood and guts is so much more beautiful than this dim one"

’Why can’t I see her soul?’ Pitit was trying to casually make some distance in between her and what she could only qualify as madness with a woman as wrapping.

"Say- Erhm, Miss Maliah… If you want a good fight, why not fight the undead? I hear that they have much stronger warriors than us…" she blinked and The Death Dealer had one hand rubbing the top of her head.

"Well, aren’t you a smart kid? But what’s the point of a fight, if I can’t kill my opponent? If they won’t scream? Beg for their life? Kiss my feet and pray to all of the gods? I want to feel my enemy’s life slowly slipping away, see their eyes grow dull… Aaaaah" the assassin’s eyes rolled back into her skull, emitting a low sigh of satisfaction at the mere thought of it.

"My first kills were those weaker than me, small animals for the most part… Half dead kids starving on the road… I felt the same pleasure as I made sure that even with my intervention, their deaths would slow- Slow and painful, because one needs to lengthen the good things, good things are rare and few, you need to learn how to properly enjoy it"

"But then, I killed those stronger than me, it is satisfying too, but much less interesting, I much prefer getting to choose exactly how I kill something" she gently touched Pitit’s face.

"You… You are like a wounded squirrel than I don’t even need to run to catch up to, a cute little thing I can pet whilst I twist my dagger into your throat-" moving one hand with speed great enough to be viewed as instantaneous to the young girl, Maliah caught a spear thrusted at her.

Or rather, she put her pinky finger in the way.

"Ah, the older sibling defends the younger one, a classic! Though, one I don’t understand, I always hated my brothers and sisters, taking what is rightfully mine…" grinning at Isilt, pushing back against his weapon like its edge meant nothing.

Licking her lips and teeth, Maliah winked at him.