The Second Chance of Reincarnator

Through the dark path of the forest, the wagon slowly rolled down the road, its creaking wheels echoing in the stillness of the night.

"Huff… Huff…"

Kael struggled to push it over the couple of hills, but after making it through that, there was luckily a short downhill right after.

At that moment, he again came across the carriage that was in the ditch—however, its lights had suddenly died, and it was completely dark inside.

"…"

Kael pushed the wagon right next to the carriage, saw the dark lanterns, and stopped moving with round eyes.

'I think there were plenty of hours left before those candles were spent. Did the wind perhaps blow them out? No, there is a metal grid over the top to protect them from drafts.'

Kael didn't want to stay near this place even a second longer anymore—there was someone in these forests—and he didn't want to stay behind to see who it was.

As he put his hands against the back wall of the wagon, ready to push it, he suddenly heard the neighing of the horse.

Neigh~

"…"

Kael froze, his heart skipped a beat, and he then turned around to see a figure mounted on the back of the horse on top of a small hill.

It's the direction where he came from.

The figure wore a dark cloak, but his head was visible—white hair, pale skin like it was suffering from cold, and black eyes.

'It's just like the photographs I've seen from Whitesky—the white hair of nightmares, skin so pale that it almost seems translucent, and eyes as dark as the night.

'That's Rav'akari!'

Kael had never been so afraid in his life before—the reaper of death had come to him—and he could see from his black eyes that he didn't have the mercy of humans.

Rav'akari were brutal and ruthless and lacked any kind of compassion that could make them able to live alongside humans.

They were an evil race that thrived on destruction and chaos.

The horse walked down the hill, its hooves clattering against the rocks, and as the white-haired figure pulled back on the reins, it stopped.

"We're not done with those corpses just yet."

Rav'akari said coldly, a sinister smile spreading across their face.

"You're responsible for killing them?"

Kael asked—the fear was replaced with anger.

"Hahaha…"

Rav'akari looked into his eyes, seeing something that others wouldn't be able to, and a twisted smile crept to his face.

"Oh~ We killed your brother? I thought you looked familiar. You want to know how your brother died? What his final words were?"

He asked in a sadistic tone, his smile stretching the corners of his mouth all the way to his ears, and he barely looked like a person anymore.

"…What?"

Kael asked coldly.

"He said—please, don't kill me—and he pissed his pants, hahaha!"

He laughed maniacally.

It was a laugh of pure enjoyment.

With a scraping sound, Kael pulled out the thin blade of Leonie's sword from its sheath and pointed it at the white-haired person.

"I will not let you defile the memory of my brother!"

Kael said angrily.

The white-haired Rav'akari just chuckled, hopped off the back of the horse, and pulled out his black-bladed sword from its sheath.

"I do not feel the Blessed power within you."

He said with a grin and scratched his chin with a blade.

"I am always surprised by the idiocy of you humans. Came here, expecting Rav'akari to be still around and all alone.

"Do not worry though, I won't kill you. I'll take you to my friends, and we'll have great fun together."

Kael gritted his teeth, lunged forward, and brought his blade towards Rav'akari's neck—hoping for one quick kill—but he just slapped the sword away with his black blade.

It was a flimsy, weak swing by Kael.

Rav'akari swung his sword hard, and Kael raised his sword in defense, but as the sparks flew, the black blade cut through the thin blade and shattered it.

"Ah…"

Kael exclaimed, holding the broken hilt in his hands, and let it drop back to the ground.

"You fool—a thin blade such as that is used for stabbing, not for slashing and defending, you fucking moron!"

Rav'akari rested his black blade on his shoulder and laughed loudly.

"Argh!"

Kael took the backpack off his back and swung it towards Rav'akari—but he cut through it like a knife through butter and made the contents of the backpack spill out onto the ground.

He quickly picked up a couple of the food cans and threw them at Rav'akari, but he just kept laughing and effortlessly dodged them all.

"I've just thought of a great idea—we'll have a tea party—you will be there, your brother, his little girlfriend, the two lovers-never-to-been, and the virgin!"

Rav'akari laughed with a stretching grin. This chapter is from the collection at M-VL-EM-PYR.

Kael's eyes shook; he lunged towards the underneath of the wagon and tried to crawl under it, but Rav'akari caught his ankle and pulled him back out into the open.

"Where do you think you are going?"

He asked with a grin.

"…"

Kael's eyes turned cold, he turned around, and doused the contents of the black bottle all over the Rav'akari.

It drenched his hair, his face, and the black coat that he was wearing.

"Argh? The fuck?"

Kael scratched the matchstick across the side of the box, showed the flickering flame to Rav'akari, and said coldly.

"Burn in hell, bitch."

With that, he threw the match at him, and the flames engulfed Rav'akari's face, burning away his wicked grin.

The black coat caught fire, covering him in a blazing inferno, and Rav'akari's inhumane cry of pain echoed through the night.

"Aaaaaaaaargh!"

Rav'akari ran away, dropped into the ditch, and crawled up, but his flesh was sizzling like bacon on a hot skillet.

The flesh of his was melting off his bones.

He was able to crawl to the nearest tree until he stopped, and his smoky breath escaped his charred lips.

The smoke of the fire lingered in the air, filling his lungs with the scent of his own burning flesh, and on this day, the night of the crimson moon, a Rav'akari was killed for the first time by someone that hasn't even been blessed yet.