I Killed The Main Characters

Chapter 116: Second Act: Love Kills [3]

Time stretched out painfully as the heart-shaped magic circle hung above the academy, its purple-pink glow casting an eerie light over everything.

Most of the knights, who had been on alert when it first appeared, were now slumped against walls or sitting on the ground.

Some were napping in shifts, jolting awake every so often only to find that nothing had changed.

They muttered to each other in low tones, their initial anxiety dulled by the strange calm that had settled over the grounds.

***

Inside one of the professor's offices, a group of teachers had gathered, their expressions weary but curious as they continued to debate the strange magic circle.

Books were scattered across tables, ancient texts and scrolls pulled from dusty shelves, all in an attempt to decode the symbols hovering over the academy.

Professor Darian, an older man with streaks of silver in his hair, leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

"We've been studying that circle for hours, and we're no closer to understanding it.

Maybe we're overthinking this.

It could be some student trying to pull a prank."

The tension in the room lightened as a few of the professors chuckled.

Professor Talon smirked, crossing his arms.

"Right! Perhaps one of the students has gone grand with romance and is trying to impress a girl.

You know how these young ones can be."

Laughter rippled through the group, and even the most serious professors found themselves chuckling.

Then, Professor Lynn, a soft-spoken woman with deep, thoughtful eyes, stood by the window, gazing up at the luminous circle.

She squinted, unfazed by the glare of its light.

"It's… beautiful," she murmured, almost to herself.

"Something that looks this lovely couldn't possibly mean harm."

Her admiration was cut short by a sickening sound.

Suddenly, her head burst open, a spray of blood exploding from her neck, painting the window in dark red streaks.

The warm, coppery scent of blood filled the air.

Lynn's body crumpled to the floor, a gruesome mess of flesh and blood pooling around her as her colleagues froze in horror.

From the place where her neck had split open, a grotesque creature twisted itself free.

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It was black, with an elongated, writhing body, like shadows made solid.

A single, large purple eye blinked open, its pupil pulsing with a sickly glow, casting an ominous gleam across the room.

The eye was cold and watchful, seeming to savor the fear emanating from the professors around it.

Someone screamed, and chaos broke loose.

Professor Royce, who had been standing closest, scrambled backward, covering his mouth as bile rose in his throat.

But in a moment of morbid curiosity, he looked up.

The creature floated closer, and before he could react, his gaze locked with the creature's single purple eye.

He froze, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as his own eyes turned purple, blood seeping from their corners.

A moment later, his head exploded, the sound ringing in the ears of everyone present.

His body slumped beside Lynn's, another lifeless heap in the ever-growing carnage.

Professor Lena, witnessing the horrific sight, staggered backward, shouting, "Don't look at it!

Don't look at its eye! And don't… don't look outside!

Don't stare at that cursed light!"

But some of them, in their panic, had already glanced toward the towering magic circle outside, its blinding pink and purple glow illuminating the room in flashes that seemed to burn into their vision.

One by one, they looked, and it was too late.

Professor Niall fell to his knees, clutching his head as tears mixed with blood trailed down his cheeks.

"I… I don't want to die! I haven't..."

His voice trailed off in a choking gasp before his skull shattered, splattering blood across the nearby wall.

Another professor, a young woman named Elara, backed up, clutching her hands to her face.

"I can't die here… I promised my sister I'd be there…"

Her words choked off as her head burst, crimson spraying across the floor.

Professor Gareth's face twisted in agony, tears spilling down his face as he looked to the ground, desperate to avoid the creature's gaze.

But the creature floated closer, casting its gaze upon him.

Trembling, he sobbed, "I… I didn't even get to say goodbye to my father… He thinks I'm still mad at him…"

A final scream tore from his throat as his head detonated, painting the walls with more gore.

Across the room, Professor Seline had collapsed to her knees, her voice little more than a whisper.

"I don't want to die alone… not like this… please, no…"

She barely finished her plea before her head burst, her body joining the others in a growing sea of blood.

In the center of the room, Professor Keaton stared at the floor, his whole body shaking, hands clasped in desperate prayer.

"I was going to ask her to marry me… I was so close…"

His voice faltered, and his head exploded, leaving only a dark stain where he once stood.

The remaining professors dropped to the ground, covering their heads, their bodies shaking as they clung to the floor, whispering prayers, begging for this nightmare to end.

The room was now painted in blood, streaks of red staining every wall, the metallic scent so thick it filled their lungs.

Outside, the magic circle still glowed, its purple-pink light pulsing in time with the creature's single, unblinking eye.

***

The academy grounds were chaos incarnate.

Screams filled the air as students scattered, each searching desperately for a hiding place, a way out.

But there was no escape; the towering heart-shaped magic circle pulsed above, casting an ominous pink glow that bathed everything in eerie light.

Thunder rolled overhead, and the rain, which had been steady and cold, suddenly changed.

Now, it poured thick and red, drenching white uniforms in dark, spreading stains, turning puddles into pools of crimson that rippled under frantic, pounding feet.

One by one, students stumbled, fell, or froze, and each time someone's terrified eyes met the creature lurking in the rain or the ghastly light above, it happened again.

A head would burst in a splatter of blood, and from the gory remnants, a creature would twist free, something nightmarish and wrong.

It would crawl from its host, a dark, slithering thing with an enormous, single eye that gleamed purple, casting death wherever it gazed.

In the chaos, some of the sharp-minded students had pieced together the deadly pattern.

A voice rang out, hoarse and panicked.

"Don't look! Don't look at it!

Cover your eyes!

Stay down, keep your heads low!"

More took up the desperate command, each warning shouted with rising fear.

"Look down! Don't stare at the light, don't even look at the rain!"

But panic was a relentless force, and many students, drenched and trembling, lifted their eyes in instinctive, horrified curiosity—and fell to the same fate.

With each new victim, the blood-red rain pounded harder, pooling around their bodies, staining grass and earth alike.

In the center of it all, a girl with brown hair knelt on the soaked ground, her whole body shivering as rain poured down her face, mixing with her tears.

She clutched a small cross necklace in one trembling hand, her head bowed as she sobbed and whispered into the storm, her voice barely audible over the chaos.

"Dear gods above, please, please save me,

Let this terror end, set my heart free.

I've sinned, I've strayed, I've lost my way,

But spare me here, don't let me sway."

Blood-streaked, her fingers trembled, and her eyes squeezed shut as she clung to her only anchor of hope.

"In this dark night, hear my plea,

Keep the monsters far from me.

With this cross, my faith I bind,

Shelter me, gods, don't be unkind…"

Her voice choked as fresh tears mixed with the blood rain streaming down her face, her hands clasped tightly around the cross.

"Take this fear, this cursed breath,

Spare me now from endless death…

And when the morning light does break,

Let me wake, gods, let me wake."

She shuddered, her small prayers mingling with the storm, clinging to her last shred of hope in the crimson downpour.