101 Changing Genetics

It was as if the living carnation of terror itself had descended upon the village. Like a black blur of death, Gray sliced and slashed through the villagers, rupturing their innards before draining them dry leaving only sludges of human waste and mutilated corpse paste behind. None were spared, not the women nor the children, Gray slaughtered them all in cold blood, all the while he hid a smile under his hood.

{Enough, if you continue you’ll go into a blood frenzy,} warned the specter, though Gray was too concentrated on the carnage to pay it any mind. With every fallen victim his blood meter would get closer to reaching critical level, and he could feel his mind slowly slipping, but at the same time, he felt a rush unlike any he had ever had before.

A few of the villagers began begging him to spare them, realizing that worshipping a heretic was better than death, but at that point, Gray was already shrouded in the insanity of mindless butchery.