The Supreme Satanic System

Golden Sparrow City,

It was one of the richest cities in the Trans-Solar H-55 Exoplanet.

Just like the name, the city's infrastructure was modeled and engineered using the most advanced technology known to the contemporary civilization of Angels of this world and when one looked down from high above in the sky, they would see a golden-shaped Sparrow, spreading its wings and multicolor talons.

Indeed, it was a city of tourism and recreation, as well as the most expensive.

Bobby had been staying in one resort, enjoying life to the fullest for the last two months. After getting the wealth of five wealthy counties, money was the last thing he worried about, but the problem was he didn't know what to do with it all.

Today, like usual, he was enjoying himself in a swimming pool. His communication device beeped.

He opened it and saw the news of burning an entire small town into smithereens and the forensics* couldn't still figure out the origin of the fire.

"Hee-hee, Cynthia, it's time. I finally found the location of the Single-Eye Butcher!" Bobby said as walked toward his suite room to pack everything.

"Oh, are you sure it's him?" Cynthia asked telepathically in his mind. "And where are we going this time?"

"Yep, I'm certain he is somewhere in the Huitor nation of the Central Continent, and we're going there," replied Bobby.

Six minutes later, he boarded his flying vessel, docking on the roof of his private resort, and hit the engine, infusing his White Angelic Grace Energy into it, flew up in the air, and began a new journey setting its course to the Huitor nation.

At first, Bobby visited the town which was burnt down recently and did some self-research when he entered a torn and burnt building. He found five black charred in the shapes of humans. None of them had heads and their necks were clean as if something had butchered their heads swiftly.

"Devil's Eye Technique, activate!" Bobby muttered and his eyes scintillated purple. Then he used X-Vision and started roaming all around the burnt-down town.

After half an hour later, he spotted a gray spot at the edge of the town gate. He then scratched it with his finger and smelled it first and then put it on its tongue.

"Hahaha…. Now I can find him easily. Lucky us that the sky is very clear and not raining these days." Bobby said, laughing.

"Oh, can you give me some light on your findings?" Cynthia asked, curiously.

"Why not?..... After I checked every part inside the town using my ocular power, I couldn't find even a clue regarding my target, but I see a lot of bloodstains all over, almost near to or inside the house. This means that before he burnt all this town, he first went to each house and butchered all of them when the whole town went to sleep….. I found something really amazing in the burnt-down building. That must be the Chief's house of this town.

There were traces of heavy battles that were not so easily destroyed by fire." Bobby explained patiently.

He then added, "That's my first clue…. From the level of the heavy battle, it was highly likely that the Single-Eye Butcher killed the town's chief after getting a heavy wound himself…. But the fire destroyed everything about his remains, like his blood or flesh, or maybe his clothes were already destroyed."

"Overall, the arson started from the Chief's house and destroyed all the evidence that would lead to his trace. For all these years, he knows exactly what's doing and I can extol him for that. But he also makes the biggest mistake..." Bobby said, and his lips curled up.

"Do you mean this gray spot?" Cynthia said.

"Yep, after he set all the houses on the fire. This time, unlike the last time, when he watched them burn while floating in the air, he flew up in the air when he was injured and stood on top of the city gate and watched the town burn down. Bloods drained from his body, staining there." Bobby further added his deduction. "Before he left, he cleaned all his blood staining on the but somehow he got sloppy or perhaps his health was in a dire state to take rest. He forgot to clean this spot." And he pointed at the gray spot.

"Hee-hee-hee, I'm a fucking vampire, for Jove's sake. And leaving these drops of blood means his death sentence. By his condition, he must not be far from this place. Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Time to go hunting." Bobby spread out his wings and flew up in the air while tracing blood with his vampiric instinct.

There was another town a few miles away from that arson town. Today, many troops and military men from the nearest military camp swamped up the town, some patrolling, some going from one house to another, checking all the angels in the area and their identities. Because of that incident in the nearby town, the higher authorities issued a new order that declared all the towns a no-fly zone. And the name of this town was on the top of the list.

Still, it didn't stop the townie folks from doing their daily activities.

On the pavement, just beside the town's gathering building, a scrawny old-looking male angel was sitting cross-legged over a dirty mat and in front of him was a begging bowl containing some coins.

He was the well-known sole beggar of this town. Besides his poor health because of aging, he was blind and lived by the shack just inside the Gathering hall.

After 9 Pm, as usual, the whole town went serene and, except for the streetlight, all the lights from each and everyone's house dimmed.

The beggar stood up to get back inside his shank.

Clank-clank-clank….!

The jingling sound of coins from the bowl halted the chirping sound of crickets and insects from the surrounding.

A youth standing just before him appeared out of the blue, and he was the one who put all those coins inside the bowl.

Despite his wrinkled face, the old beggar smiled a smile that hardly resembled a smile and he said, "Thank you so much for your alms… May the Archangel Michael bless your soul with unending, and the purest Angelic Grace energy."

"Oh, Grandpa, are you going to retire for the day?" the youth asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's pretty late and I'm all tired." The old beggar picked up and stood up. He began walking in an unsteady gait toward the gathering hall.

But the youth quickly approached and blocked his path. "Wait a moment, grandpa!" He said.

"Sir, what do you need to stop this blind beggar?" the blind beggar asked, staring at him with two white eyes.

"Watching you, an old, blind, and poor grandpa like you, reminds me of my grandfather. So, let me pour you more alms to last for at least a year of food." The youth said.

"I beg your pardon, I cannot accept more than my daily alms or my soul would be damned by Archangel Mi—chael." The old beggar denied but before he completed his words.

A metal sound came from his begging bowl and some sort of golden-colored metal spun inside it.

After a minute, the metal halted, and it was a coin with the design of three leaves of the Blue Lagoon unit on it. Or more exactly, it was an elite batch.

"Snaps! Found you... Hahaha… Can we stop this hide-and-seek drama already, Mister… ah-um… Niclas Steinitz? Or shall I call you by your infamous name, the Single-Eye Butcher?" The youth said as he grinned, showing his teeth. The young man was none other than Bobby in Loki's disguise.

The old beggar replied calmly. "Sir, you must be mistaken about someone, but I have never heard of that man."

"Oh, really…. Bahaha… I almost believe that." Bobby said, bursting into laughter.

In an instant, the old beggar threw the bowl at him, straightened his back, spread his wings, and flew into the air, quickly leaving the town.

This was exactly what Bobby was expecting and planning for, as he didn't like to have a battle here inside the town and attract unnecessary attention from town folks and also all those military troops stationed near the gate of the town.

Bobby spread his wings from the Angelic Armament and flew up and followed the trail of the target.

"Ninja Movement Skill, Ist Law, Racing Against The Wind!" Bobby whispered and the next thing he zoomed toward the ant size, fleeing Niclas Steinitz in the air.

After some time, he deactivated the movement technique and kept a hundred meters from the escapee.

The two flew for two more hours and finally, Niclas Steinitz halted, flapped his wings, and turned around and said, "Excellent! I almost fear that you would not come after me. Now that I have you here, I can see the beautiful moment of a burning person again and hear your screams throughout."

"Obviously, that's your kink as a psychopath."...… (Stay tuned!)