The Death of Sharon

"Go to hell."

Luther spoke softly to Madam Sharon in Hermes.

His throat was burned and his mouth was cracked; uttering even a few simple words caused the wounds to reopen, and blood to flow in and out.

Hearing his vicious Curse, Madam Sharon almost burst out laughing. If she hadn't used occultism to confirm that her Curse truly came from him, she would have doubted his sanity.

However, in the next instant, Madam Sharon's smile froze.

In the invisible void, there seemed to be some subtle, Concealment sounds flowing into the ears and affecting the brain.

"Bang bang!"

Like the veins of black tree roots suddenly bulging out, they rapidly extended across the surface of her skin.

"Ah!"

Madam Sharon screamed, clutching her head. The spider silk that had been reaching for Luther suddenly lost its momentum and drooped down. Countless blood vessels appeared in the whites of her eyes, making the world before her seem a bit red. Against the red background, she saw Luther, who had been charred black, slowly getting up.

With every movement, his body tore open and bled. But soon, his skin and flesh began to heal, breaking through the blood.

Restored!

"You're not Secrets Suppliant? You... you're Listener, or the Rose Bishop?!"

Madam Sharon's voice was tinged with surprise and doubt. A black fireball once again gathered around her body, about to be shot towards Luther.

I am your father.

Luther struggled to his feet, swaying unsteadily, his eyes Indifference fixed on her, and said again in Hermes, "Die."

"Puff!"

Blood gushed from Madam Sharon's eyes, ears, and nose, black veins bulging as if they were about to burst from beneath her skin! She let out an even more piercing scream, feeling her ears filled with frenzied words. Her mind was spiraling uncontrollably into Frenzy, and the world before her eyes began to Distortion.

Luther was not faring much better. His Spirituality poured out like a flood, making it difficult for him to stand. He collapsed onto the ice again.

Through his blurred vision, he saw Madam Sharon trembling as she raised an ice spear high, about to shoot it at him.

"Go to hell!"

As if trying to wring out every last drop of juice from his brain like a rag, Luther shouted again in Hermes.

"Ah-"

Madam Sharon screamed shrilly as all the thick, black veins on her body burst open, oozing foul-smelling black pus. Her hair began to swell and thicken, and her eyes were filled with pain and madness.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, her figure gradually shrank, eventually turning into a shattered black magic wand. Her real body appeared not far away, the black veins on her body fading, but her mind was still on the verge of losing control.

At the same time, Luther's mind went blank. He fell forward and crashed onto the ice.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, the Phantom Tide finally echoed in his mind. This sound seemed to nourish his parched spirit, bringing him back to consciousness.

On the opposite side of Luther, Madam Sharon had recovered somewhat while he was Consciousness. When she saw him regain consciousness, Madam Sharon did not attack. Instead, she showed fear, turned around, took a step back, and disappeared into nothingness.

Is she trying to run away?

Or are you going to hide and wait until I can't hold on any longer before trying to assassinate me?

Now that things had come to this, Luther's inherent ruthlessness erupted. He reached into his pocket, took out the White Bone Flute that Azik had given him, held it to his lips, and blew it out forcefully!

He has already used up his last chance with the Bone Flute!

This was originally meant for Ms. M, but now it's just for use!

Another wave of frantic Spirituality drain hit Luther, his brain feeling like it was about to split open, the pain so intense he couldn't even speak.

The crimson hue on the Bone Flute gradually faded until it disappeared completely. As the crimson hue vanished, a pair of bronze double doors appeared and materialized in the void. With a creaking sound, the doors opened.

Countless dark green Vines stretched out from behind the door, covered with deformed Vines. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be ugly faces resembling those of infants.

Wow, wow...

The ugly face began to cry out, its voice Distortion and piercing to the soul. Luther, who was only affected by it, felt his already fragile spirit about to be Destruction.

Accompanied by cries, the space that was originally empty began to fluctuate. Madam Sharon's shapely body was forced out, her face still bearing traces of pain, but she still struggled. Just as she was about to make a move, dark green Vines attacked her and wrapped around her limbs.

"Crack, crack..."

Ice began to form beneath Madam Sharon's feet, enveloping and protecting her body.

However, the dark green Vines were resisting the ice, which made her ice spread upwards extremely slowly.

Luther struggled to his feet again. He searched the ground and finally found his Revolver. Checking the cylinder, he found four Demon-Hunting Bullets inside the brass-colored cylinder, their mysterious patterns shimmering strangely in the crimson night.

Luther closed the magazine, dragged his battered body, and slowly walked towards Madam Sharon.

Madam Sharon's face, which was half beautiful and half ugly, was now replaced by a near-out-of-control madness, but in moments of lucidity, she still showed a look of fear.

"Don't come any closer!"

She screamed and swung the ice spike at Luther.

Luther's stomach was pierced. He stopped, slowly pulled out the ice pick, and continued to approach Madam Sharon.

"Please let me go. I'll do anything for you."

Sharon quickly switched to an extremely seductive tone, speaking in a pitiful and alluring manner. Her voice possessed an indescribable allure, capable of instantly arousing people's most primal desire for Pleasure. For this Pleasure, Sharon had witnessed fathers and sons killing each other, husbands abandoning their wives, and desperately and painfully yearning for her.

"Really?"

Luther grinned, the sound of the Tide in his mind resisting the temptation. His facial skin was slowly repairing, making his smile more appealing. "Alright then, give me your heart."

With that, the Revolver was already pressed against Sharon's forehead, and the trigger was pulled without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The bullet shot rapidly from the barrel, but its speed gradually slowed before reaching Madam Sharon's forehead, as if it were passing through layers of invisible barriers, constantly disintegrating, the exorcising power and resistance continuously canceling each other out. Finally, the remnants of the Demon-Hunting Bullets left a bloody mark on her forehead.

A look of despair washed over Madam Sharon's face; she seemed to have given up completely, and her long hair began to grow wildly...

She's about to lose control!

Bang bang bang!

But Luther wouldn't give her that chance. He fired three shots in quick succession, the Demon-Hunting Bullets blasting out in a line, prying open that beautiful yet ugly head, sending her brains flying out along with the skull, falling onto the ice and steaming.

"Crunch!"

The dark green Vines slowly retreated, and the Bronze Gate closed behind them.

They finally killed her.

Luther took a deep breath.

He had intended to pull out a dagger from his pocket and take the other man's heart. But as soon as he made the movement, he felt all his strength drain away.

He could only slowly sit down and wait for his strength to recover.

Beneath the pitch-black sky, a handsome yet menacing man with skin a mixture of charred black and pale sat expressionlessly on the ice, staring at a headless, delicate body.

The scene was both bizarre and somewhat comical.