Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 1081  Meeting the Executioner of the Pantheon

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Amidst the shadows, Griffy's voice took on a haunting cadence, weaving a bone-chilling tale that resonated with the darkness of her very being. "There was an incident," she began, her tone dripping with a cruel reminiscence that sent shivers down the spine. "A young man, curious and enamored by the whispers of the temple of the God of Darkness. The villagers, fearing he might embrace the worship of that forbidden god, turned to me."

A chuckle, laden with wicked satisfaction, escaped her lips. "They believed I held the power to save him from that fate. So, they brought him to my dwelling, pleading for his life."

Her words held an eerie calmness as she continued her tale. "I granted his request, you see. I kept him alive, savoring his flesh bit by bit. His screams, oh, they became my symphony, each note more satisfying than the last."

A sense of morbid fascination danced within her voice as she recalled the grim event. "He cried out to every god imaginable, including the one he was warned against – the God of Darkness. His pleas fell on deaf ears, as I feasted upon his agony."

Griffy's words dripped with a twisted amusement as she revealed the culmination of her malevolence. "When I had consumed every bit of his being, only his bones remained. I spat them out and cast them aside. Then, I spun my tale, one of his departure from the village in search of greater knowledge."

Her voice was mocking as she recounted the deception she had woven. "The villagers believed my lies, so willing to overlook their own fears and suspicions. Fools, each and every one of them, for they chose to be deceived."

Seated amidst the chilling mound of bones, Michael listened to Griffy's tale with a composed demeanor, his dark armor enveloping him like a shroud of enigma. As her sinister narrative reached its conclusion, he allowed a moment of silence to linger before his own voice cut through the darkness.

"Your story reminds me of an ancient tale," he began, his tone measured and deliberate. "There was once an arrogant hunter, confident in his prowess. He had hunted and claimed victory over countless weak prey, fueling his arrogance. Yet, his arrogance led him to believe he could conquer the ultimate prey – a predator shrouded in darkness and myth."

A subtle pause carried a weight of anticipation before he continued. "Little did the hunter know that he had walked into the predator's domain. This cunning predator, appearing as a seemingly weak prey, allowed the hunter to close in. Just as the hunter believed he was in control, the predator's true nature revealed itself."

Michael's words held a quiet intensity, mirroring the ominous atmosphere of the cave. "The predator, masquerading as the very prey the hunter sought, cunningly reversed the roles. With each calculated move, the predator turned the tables, transforming the hunter into the hunted."

He let the implications of his story hang in the air, a mirror to the tale Griffy had spun. "In the end, the hunter's arrogance was his downfall, his belief in his own invincibility shattered by the reality of his vulnerability. The predator relished in this twist of fate, for the true power lay not in sheer strength but in the art of deception and manipulation."

Griffy's laughter echoed through the cavern, a macabre symphony of darkness. "Ah, a tale of shifting roles and hidden intentions," she mused in response to Michael's story. "But who, I wonder, is the true predator, and who is the unsuspecting prey in this dance between us?"

Michael's response was delivered with unwavering calmness. "The roles will become clear in due time," he stated, his words carrying a hint of enigmatic assurance.

As the air trembled with an undercurrent of anticipation, the shadows of the cave seemed to deepen, yielding to the emergence of a figure from the darkness. Michael frowned as a familiar silhouette stepped into view. It was Carmella yet her presence was different, tinged with an unsettling aura.

Carmella's laughter held an eerie edge. It was a haunting sound as a stark realization dawned upon him. Griffy had seized control of Carmella's body.

As the truth settled in, Carmella's features contorted, the very embodiment of innocence distorted by malevolent possession. He locked eyes with the twisted gaze of Griffy, now housed within the vessel of Carmella.

"Surprised to see me, young prey?" Carmella's voice dripped with dark amusement, a sinister mockery of Griffy.

A sardonic smile danced upon her lips as the tension in the cavern escalated. "You see, I've taken quite a liking to this young woman's body. Such potential, such vulnerability – the perfect canvas for my art."

Griffy

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