Limitless The Strongest Revenant

An icy cold crawled up my spine. Ever since I came to this floor, my emotions have been chaotically thrown around. I could blame the malice that seems to be affecting me, but in the end that was just an excuse.

The same water that softens a potato hardens an egg. It was never about the circumstances, it was about what we were made of. And as long as I continued to blame everyone else, they would have power over me.

I had already decided that I was the master of my own fate. But when faced with things I did not understand, the natural reaction was to be afraid.

'Fuck that.'

When I was human, I was afraid all my life. Afraid of what people would say. Afraid of what people would think. Afraid of what would happen if I failed and became a loser. Such fears kept me from trying and from being weird.

In the beginning of my life as a reaper, I tried to be kind. I tried to be good. But this place was fucked up. It was like the jungle. Nothing happened because you wanted it to. If you wanted something to happen, you had to force it to happen.

I fought. I triumphed. I conquered. I gathered an army the likes of which no one had ever seen. By bringing the power of humanity to Hell's Gate, I ushered in a new era. Along with my decision, it was natural that many would oppose me.

Bastards like the Saviors. The irresponsible bastards from the other battlefronts. The monsters. The undead. There was no shortage of assholes trying to force their will on me.

'And now I have this fucking voice to deal with.'

Part of me was scared. Why wouldn't I be? The reason people were scared of ghost stories was because no one fucking understood how ghosts did half the shit they did. Even jump scares, surprisingly, were only scary the first time around for the same reason.

Fear of the unknown made your imagination fuck you up. Oddly enough, most of the time our imaginations were a lot scarier than the truth.

According to this logic, one of the most frightening things horror movies did was to isolate a main character. Being the only one to see a corpse was a fucking effective way to scare someone. Especially because it was something that could not be understood.

Humans were social animals; we came together to learn and use each other's information. This was especially true when we were afraid. We sought out people to ask them what they were thinking, seeing, and feeling.

And somehow their answers had power over us. If they saw the same thing you did, then you weren't alone. If they didn't, it made you question your sanity. Right now I had to understand.

What the fuck was I so afraid of?

Was it because this serpent bastard had a 7-0 record against me?

No, it wasn't that. I didn't even know what or who the voice was. Although the warriors were defeated by it, that wasn't the whole story. Otherwise, the serpent wouldn't have even tried to make peace with my past incarnations.

'Not to mention that he lost his shit at the end when they invoked {Relive}.'

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No, there was no proof that he could even do that. All I know right now is that the voice appeared when the female reaper's soul collapsed. That was it. Nothing else was implied. The voice has no power or authority. It was even friendly.

'Okay. So this thing just did a gimmick to scare me. Without {Advent}, I wouldn't even know it existed. Why did I have to be afraid of this fucker?'

Because of the life I led, I was no longer afraid of monsters or even demons. After all, they only looked impressive. Everything that stood in my way had two things that made it different.

"The caliber and the reloads," I said, chuckling.

Like a video game shooter, my fighting style basically ensured that I could kill anything. The only questions were what size or caliber I would use and how many reloads it would take to kill the motherfucker.

As I continued to fight fear with logic, my chaotic heart finally calmed down. I was no longer human. I was a Reaper. I was sure that in the future I would have to fight and see more shit that made no sense.

If I became an emotional wreck over every little thing, my harem would never be able to rely on me. I was the head of the family. Just like Earl, I needed to be the captain telling my girls what to do and where to go.

So what if I did not understand? I didn't understand how cell phones and memory chips worked, but I was okay. If someone asked me to explain how radios and cameras did their shit, I would ask them to Google it.

It wasn't necessary to understand everything. You just had to be able to either use or avoid what you didn't know. For those who were really brave, the best thing they tried to understand what they didn't know.

'Right. So I have a voice that messes with me. I just need earmuffs or something. '

[My Lord? Are you all right?]

"Husband." "Beloved?" "Dearest..."

The voices of my harem brought me out of my thoughts. The worried looks of my girls melted away my fears. I couldn't help but smile. So much happiness and gratitude washed over me that the three women with me flinched visibly.

I brought Liv and Lilly's hands to my mouth and kissed them. Then I moved my body to kiss Jas on her lovely neck. My wifey turned her head and accepted my passion. Enjoying our brief exchange, I pulled away before answering them.

"I'm fine now, everyone. Thank you."

"Dearest, I don't think anyone understood the whirlwind of emotions you felt earlier. Are you really all right? Was it the voice you mentioned?"

"I am, and yes, it was," I replied curtly.

"Then, beloved, is this voice related to what happened at our wedding? If it is an enemy, then I would do everything in my power to kill it. Seeing you earlier has made this voice my mortal enemy."

Finding Liv's anger adorable, I laughed as I replied, "I am not sure if it is related. But for now it seems to be something only I can see. I do not know if that changes anything, but I am sure I would have to kill it eventually."

"This might be related to our unique situation, Husband. It is not normal for the eight of us to come together. I originally thought it was because of {Fate}, but that voice must be part of that secret. I wonder if Jo would have heard it if she was here."

"I do not know. But it is okay. I came to Hellsgate knowing nothing. As long as we never stop moving, we will find out eventually. What we have to do has not changed just because of what I heard. We are here for Evelyn, we will leave with her in our hands, dead or alive."

"I understand, Dearest. Wherever you lead, I will follow."

"As you shield, of course I will protect you, Beloved."

"Leave the support to me, husband. Not even fate itself will stand in your way."

Hearing my girls' firm resolve, I couldn't help but smile. After giving them a few kisses, I had Jas leave my lap.

"Now, the problem is, what do we do here? Since we scorched the defenders, there are no bodies to retrieve. Ah wait, there were torso's on hooks, right? I should have D check those out."

"I believe they are also reapers, husband. Otherwise, there would be no reason to subject them to such cruelty in the first place. There must be some difference why they didn't turn into ghouls like in the vision."

"Hmm. Dearest, I am more concerned about where the floor manager is. Since the dirge siren has yet to sound, it means that he is still alive and well. If not, then we need to investigate how the vampires are able to stop them from working."