Massacre

But what was more horrifying was majin's smile while stabbing the empress, It was almost like he was enjoying it. 

For someone like Kushira, who had never witnessed such a brutal display of violence before, the scene unfolding before her was nothing short of horrific.

As she stood frozen in shock, she couldn't help but feel a sickening sense of enjoyment at the chaos and bloodshed surrounding her. But why? Why was she feeling this way? She couldn't understand it.

Her eyes darted towards the two glasses of wine that had fallen to the ground, their contents spilling and mixing with the dirt.

The deep purple color that the liquid had turned told her that it had been poisoned. She couldn't help but wonder if this was all part of Majin's plan.

'Everyone, don't let anyone leave with their life today!' Majin's voice boomed, cutting through the chaos.

'Those who can't obey me, shall all die today!' With those words, he unleashed his army of shinobi on the nobles, ordering them to kill without mercy.

Kushira watched in horror as Majin grabbed the empress by her hair and dragged her over to where she stood.

Her heart was racing, her hands trembling as she tried to process what was happening. She was scared, there was no denying it.

'Are you scared?' Majin asked her, his face only inches from hers as he pulled the empress closer.

Kushira nodded, her eyes wide with fear. She couldn't help but wonder what would become of her now that she was a part of this bloodbath.

''I have to train her later' Majin seemed to take notice of her fear and made a mental note to train her later.

'Why are you just standing there? Follow me!' he barked, walking past her and stabbing a noble in the neck without a second thought.

''My Lord, There is actually an army 50,000 strong in the capital city which is fighting with our army'' 

Suddenly a shinobi covered in blood appeared and knelt before Majin, delivering news of a 50,000 strong shinobi army in the capital city.

For Majin, this was just another obstacle to overcome, but for Kushira, it was a terrifying realization that this was far from over.

Majin didn't react much to the news, as if he had been expecting it all along. He had known that there was a strong army in the capital city, but he hadn't anticipated just how large it was.

As Majin stood in the wedding hall, surrounded by the bodies of the nobles he had just slaughtered, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was clear that he didn't care about the countless lives he had taken, as long as it benefited him in some way.

He held a katana in his hand, taken from the shinobi who knelt before him.

'How many shinobis from our side are here in the capital city?' Majin asked, his cold expression giving away his lack of concern for the answer.

He looked out at the destruction in the wedding hall, knowing that most of the shinobi who had killed the nobles were now fighting the enemy army. Only a few female shinobi remained in the wedding hall.

'We have around 40,000 shinobis in the city, my lord,' the kneeling shinobi replied with a respectful tone. 'But you need not worry about being outnumbered. Our reinforcements are still coming.'

Majin had a total of 100,000 shinobi under his control, recruited during the war ten years ago and upon his return.

However, only 40,000 were able to enter the capital within the past week, with the remaining 60,000 still outside. But they would be entering the city soon.

'Take Kushira to a safe place,' Majin ordered the female shinobi, referring to the bride who had been at the center of the wedding. He didn't want her to get hurt, as he still had uses for her.

'No! Don't touch me!' Kushira screamed as the female shinobi moved to grab her. But one of them simply hit her neck, causing her to fall unconscious, and then they carried her away to safety.

'So, should I start the massacre now?' Majin's red eyes seemed to glow even brighter at the thought. He was eager to continue the bloodshed.

''You! Go and hang the empress in the centre of the city'' Majin ordered the shinobi who was still kneeling.

Now, don't think that majin is doing this because of fun or something, He got a benefit from doing this, which is that he still don't know whose army is the capital city fighting with his army,

So if that army belong to the empress than it would surely surrender or get discouraged once they see empress being hanged in the city's centre.

-----Some minutes later-----

Only a few minutes had passed, but Majin was already fully covered in the blood of the enemy shinobi.

'Y-You will pay for this,' one of the shinobi, wearing plain white clothes with black hair and brown eyes, cursed Majin before having his head swiftly removed by a single attack.

'Pathetic,' Majin scoffed while surveying the corpses of the enemy shinobi scattered all over the streets. Killing them had been easy, indicating that they were not experienced shinobi, but rather people who had been forced into becoming shinobi.

'Looks like he did this,' Majin thought to himself as he walked over the lifeless bodies before making his way towards the imperial palace.

As he approached the palace, Majin was met with the sight of hundreds of enemy shinobi guarding the entrance.

'Attack the traitor!' one of the shinobi yelled upon seeing Majin, and the rest followed suit.

However, within a matter of seconds, they were all reduced to ashes as Majin unleashed his powerful fire snake jutsu, which had grown to the size of a building by using 60% of his chakra

Even though he could have easily taken them out in hand-to-hand combat, Majin had a feeling that time was of the essence and he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

With the enemy shinobi defeated, Majin wasted no time and made his way into the imperial castle. However, as he reached the second floor, an old man with white hair and red eyes attempted to attack him. Majin swiftly severed the man's hand before he could do any harm.

'So... You're fine now, father?' Majin asked, looking down at the man who had fallen to the ground in pain. It was none other than the Emperor, Kura, who had been ill until now.

'You traitor!' Kura's voice boomed through the room, filled with anger and betrayal. He glared at Majin, the man he had once thought of as nothing more than a trash.

But now, he couldn't believe that this same man had the audacity to poison him during his peak, ten years ago. Kura had always looked down on Majin, never taking him seriously. But now, he knew the gravity of his mistake.

'You dare poison your own father?' Kura continued, his voice laced with venom. He couldn't believe that his own flesh and blood would turn against him in such a cruel way.

But Majin simply shrugged, his face unreadable. 'You are not my father,' he said coldly. 'The day you killed my mother was the day you were destined to die.'

With a swift movement, Majin stabbed Kura's leg and then cut it apart. Kura screamed in agony, his body writhing in pain. Despite having taken the antidote for the poison, his body was still weak and vulnerable, no match for Majin's strength.

'S-Son, hear me out!' Kura begged, trying to negotiate with Majin in a desperate attempt to save himself. 'I will give you the empire, just spare me.'

But Majin's expression remained unchanged. 'You dare try to give me something that is already mine?' he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain.

In a fit of rage, Majin continued to torture Kura, tearing him limb from limb and taking his eyes and vital organs. As the hours passed, the once powerful emperor lay in a pool of his own blood, his empire lost and his life extinguished.

Meanwhile, Majin's army had quickly crushed the 50,000 strong army that Kura had been so proud of. The reinforcements that Kura had counted on were no match for the strength and skill of Majin's soldiers.

Four hours later, the imperial palace was filled with the sounds of chaos and destruction. The army that Kura had sent to protect the palace had been decimated by Majin's forces.

And as the dust settled, it was clear that the imperial princes and princesses who had survived were no longer a threat. They were quickly hunted down and executed, their deaths serving as a warning to anyone who would dare challenge Majin's rule.

In the palace, the once grand halls were now stained with blood and littered with the bodies of those who had dared to oppose Majin.

The only sound that could be heard was the steady drip of blood, a chilling reminder of the brutal fate that had befallen the once the ones hwho dare go against majin.

In the dimly lit room, Kushira sat on the edge of the bed, her body adorned in a seductive red night dress. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face as she stared off into space.

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of fabric as she shifted on the bed. But suddenly, her peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

Her heart raced as she turned to see who had entered the room. And there he was, Majin, her husband. Though he had changed his clothes, she could still see traces of blood on his hands. His eyes, usually a deep shade of light red, were now a fiery red, almost as if they were burning with an intense fire.

'Did I keep you waiting, my dear wife?' Majin's deep voice echoed through the room as he suddenly appeared infront of kushira.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

(A/N: ARE YOU READY FOR THE SMUT!!!!!!!!!)