Awakening of the Weakest Slayer

The beast followed, scythes dripping with viscous black fluid, step after step echoing in the yawning hall. It stepped out of the thin alley, jerking the blades of its scythes of the wet dark liquid. Sezel's breath came in ragged gasps, his whole body throbbing with pain from the earlier crash.

The air in this section of the palace was less suffocating than the grave-cold cell block behind the monster, but it scarcely made a difference. Still there was no light, Sezel was lucky he had those glasses which allowed him to see in the dark. If not for the glasses, he knew without doubt he'd be long dead.

The situation right now wasn't any better. The Flesh Reaper, towering nearly two meters, each limb armored in black chitin and ending in those notorious, murder-bright scythes loomed in front of him and a trench deepened below. With his battered body, no, even if his body was in better shape, he wouldn't be able to run from the terror of the Flesh Reaper.

But no matter how desperate a situation is, Sezel clung to a single, stubborn belief: There was always a way out. Always a trick. Back in the slums he was always forced to follow through such situations, even if you had to steal, you do it. After all, survival was what mattered the most and here too survival was what mattered most.

He fumbled at his belt and found the pistol, bloodied but functional. Vision narrowing to a tunnel, he aimed at the monster's distorted, insectile face. With trembling fingers and numbing dread, he squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

The beast simply angled its scythe before its face, redirecting the shot into a far wall with a metallic clang. Sezel fired again, and again, two bullets ringing harmlessly through the dusty air. The beast let them come, deflecting each round with casual, mechanical indifference.

It was his luck or maybe the beast's mercy that it was walking towards him slowly and not with the speed it had.

Sezel clicked his tongue, and pressed the trigger again. CLICK!

Nothing, just a hollow sound that made the hushed silence return, the gun was out of ammo. Sezel frantically patted his shredded pocket to search for extra bullets he had, but there were none on him. His eyes widened, the bullets fell off somewhere.

There was just one single bullet, a single chance at doing something.

Leaning against the cold metal of the grill, Sezel forced himself upright through a haze of agony, gun held steady in both hands, the two-meter large insect-like monster stopped, wary? Or did he notice something else?

Sezel's next move even shocked the beast, it looked at him in astonishment.

Sezel aimed not at the monster, but up. Past the thing, past the rooms and ruined stone, up to the vast arched ceiling and pressed the trigger, the bullet escaped the nozzle and ran through the dust-filled air, smashed into the age-thickened glass dome with an explosive crack.

Shards spiderwebbed, small pieces racing, and then gravity did the rest. The dome overhead shattered, and a cataract of glass rained down, hard fragments glinting in the new, unwelcome blaze of day.

The beast's attention snapped above, the light half-blinded him, its scythes thrown up instinctively to block the glare, but those awkward, oversized limbs didn't let him.

A wicked smile Curled on Sezel's lips, "Just as expected." He immediately picked up the katana from the floor and sprinted to the beast, his body cried in agony but that could wait for later, the opportunity won't.

The beast used to live in this place, surrounded by eternal darkness, so its eyes had accumulated to the dark. Sezel saw that the top of the building was a dome-like shape with glass covered in dust so thick that it didn't allow any light.

He just broke that glass piece, letting the light flood in. The beast's eyes wouldn't be able to hold on against a direct contact with light after being in the dark for so long.

Sezel closed in, blade raised. The monster swung its scythes blind, aiming for movement. Sezel ducked one, then two wild sweeps, and with a cry of desperate fury drove the katana forward into one of its eyes.

Though the blade stopped after going some deep, the beast resisted, and in desperation raised its scythes to attack. Sezel didn't let go of the sword, hanging in air with it, not yet.

The scythes came, swift and at the last possible second, Sezel let go, the monster not being able to stop mid attack ended up stabbing itself in the stomach.

"CREEEEEEEEAKKKKKKK........"

A deadly, pained screech of the bug monster echoed throughout the palace like a death cry. Sezel clamped his hands over his ears as his eardrums threatened to burst; his teeth vibrated, his vision flashed white.

Black blood poured from the monster's ruined belly, thick and foul, spilling across the marble as it lurched backwards.

Sezel staggered back to his feet, 'Having too big weapons is also a disadvantage,' he thought looking at the beast. Its two crimson scythes were perfect for killing, it was a butcher machine indeed. But they were useless when he had to protect its own self, it would eventually end up hurting itself.

The beast jerked its head off so hard that the katana, flung loose, arced away and skittered across stone. It stumbled back a few steps, one eye lost. An enhanced beast, without its eyes is no better than those white hunters, except the fact about its scythes.

Sezel didn't stop, he took the advantage of the beast's confusion, he picked up the sword once again, and closed in to the monster. The adversary too saw the human coming for it and raised both its scythes in rage. Preparing for an attack coming at its other eye, but that was all the monster could comprehend with its intelligence.

The attack never came. Instead, he circled to the blind spot, going behind the monster. It stood shocked and instantly tried to turn, but it was too late. Sezel's blade slashed through the air, and cut down one of its arms, the scythe fell off, spraying rivers of black mass. The sound of chitin clicking on stone rang out.

But the beast didn't back down, it slammed its remaining arm on Sezel, sending him tumbling on the ground, announcing that the battle was not yet over.