The Blood King

Shua!

Levi walked slowly through the city as the rain began to fall.

Some stall owners rushed to pack up their goods.

The nobles in their carriages splashed water on commoners as they went by.

The children had long outrun the imperial guard.

Levi walked through the rain silently, ignoring everything as if in a daze.

He walked on and on, eventually arriving in an alley, but even so he kept walking, without a destination.

Aimlessly.

" Hehe, hey bro, i thought we wouldn't get any 'customers' today because of the rain but, look at this kid just walking through here while daydreaming!"

A short man with long, uneven black hair was sitting by the wall of the alley, hiding from the rain.

" Heh heh, little bro, that there looks like a country kid, but he might have some of that sweet country money!" The tall muscular beside him said, as he grinned showing his yellow teeth.

They both looked at Levi, greed apparent in their gazes.

" Hey brat, hand ove-" The two of them walked up to Levi with vicious expressions, but before they could finish their sentence, blood flowed down the alley as their bodies lay on the ground in multiple pieces.

Levi walked through the blood and organs that decorated ground as if they weren't there.

He walked away quietly as the rain washed away the blood.

"....Ha..haha...hehehe! I see now..." He suddenly laughed out coldly.

" The people i associate myself with will all end up dead, while the rest will curse me as a demon..." He paused.

" Hehehe, i now know what he meant by becoming a demon hated by all." The dazed look dissapeared from his face, as his eyes became cold, a slight smile on his lips.

Looking up, he found himself in front of a rundown inn, an old nameplate which said 'cricket's inn' hanging outside.

Creakk!

He pushed the old door, it's partly rusted hinges creating loud creaking noises.

" Huh...Blurg! You..what dya want..." Sitting inside was a slightly chubby old man with short gray hair, and a grey stubble on his chin.

He sat behind a wooden counter, a large clay pot filled with a cheep wine between his fingers as he drank his worries away.

Seeing someone come in, he was annoyed.

It had been so long since he had a customer that he forgot it was an inn.

Or maybe he was to drunk to remember.

" A room." Levi said coldly as he walked in.

" Whad arr ye talkin about...ged yer a.s.s ou-!" As he was speaking, he looked up, only to see two cold golden eyes looking down at him.

He sobered up right away and hurried off to prepare a room.

" T-This young master, where do you come from?" As he was leading Levi to his room, he tried to start a conversation, but Levi kept silent.

" Ahaha, i'm just asking because no one from the imperial city comes to this in, so i was just curious..." He mumbled.

" How many rooms." Levi asked.

" Ahh? O-Oh, how many rooms in the inn? 12..." The man replied after some thought.

" How much." Levi asked.

" 2 silver coins for one night, 3 if you would like food prepared." The man replied, he was already beginning to adapt to this untalkatvie customer of his.

" I want all of them." Levi said coldly, as he reached into his robes and pulled out a handful of silver coins and dropped then into the mans hands.

Some dropped and started to roll.

Without another word, Levi walked into the room and shut the door behind him.

After his head cleared a little, he found that his mental state was strange.

This was why he rented the whole inn, on his best day he didn't like dealing with other people, so what would happen with him in this state?

That would be dangerous because he didn't know anything about this imperial city and he didn't want needless trouble.

Of course, if people came looking for trouble, he would not roll over and die for them.

He quietly lay on the bed in the dark room.

Creak!

About half an hour later he walked out of the room.

With his face as cold and expressionless as ever, he walked down the stairs.

" A-Ah youn-" Before the old inn keeper could say anything, Levi already walked through the door.

He left after thinking about a few things.

He had acquired the skin of the giant purple snake skin, and the wings and talons of the raven.

He walked around for a while before stumbling across a clothes store.

" What are you looking for, sir?" As soon as he stepped inside, a male attendant walked up to him.

The attendant saw Levi before he even walked in, he suspected that Levi was no one of importance, but was still cautious.

" I want something made." Levi said coldly.

When the attendant heard how Levi spoke, he was sure that he didn't have an amazing background, but still replied somewhat respectfully.

" What would you like made? What is your price range? What kinds of materials do y-" The attendant was inturupted.

" I have the materials." Levi said.

After they walked into the back room, Levi reached into his robes and pulled out a thick, folded purple snake skin, two extremely large jet black raven wings and two large black talons.

" Huh? Where did you pull these out from? I'm afraid we-" The attendant was once again inturupted.

" Hmm? These are some quality materials. Where did you get them?" Just as the attendant was about to apologize for something, a curious, old voice was heard, startling him.

Although Levi didn't know when the old man got into the room, he didn't think he was dangerous.

" Not going to answer? Whatever. Come back in a few days." The old man brushed off Levi's cold attitude.

Levi walked out of the room.

" What do you mean, quality materials?" The attendant looked at the old man with a questioning gaze.

" These came from some mutated beasts." The old man said.

" Mutated beast are just normal animals who underwent different physical changes for one reason or another."

" but even the weakest one would be at least 10 times stronger than normal humans."

" Although, those beasts from legends were millions of times more terrifying." The man explained before the attendant could ask what they were.

" How do you know all of that?" The attendant asked.

" Ah, read a few books." The old man replied half-heartedly.

" So how did that boy get them then?" The attendant asked.

" Him? Heh heh, he killed them of course." The old man replied, a large smile on his face.

" But didn't you just say-" The attendant was inturupted.

" I said they were stronger than normal humans, mortals, but obviously people who practice martial arts are also stronger than mortals." The man rolled his eyes.

" Are you saying that kid is a martial artist?" The attendant asked with an incredulous expression.

" Do i need to explain everything to you? Go back to work!" The old man shouted, irritated.

" That kid, his strength isn't much, but that should be because he came from a poor background."

" Being able to kill these things, i assume he has a few tricks."

" But what's really troubling me though, is all of the anger and hate inside of him."

" It's just there, waiting to explode."

"....But what the hell am i going off topic for? A tailor should only focus on making clothes. Lets get to work." The old man muttered to himself.