Blessed are we who have voices, just perhaps not those of us with the loudest, mm?~~~
By the time the knives were pulled out Riley was already rather resigned to the idea of his death. Actually, he looked rather excited. He welcomed the odd sense of deja vu that filled him as the mob surrounded him and stabbed him viciously.
He was left in the road as Belle was the evening prior. His life force flowed out of him with each struggling heart beat. Riley's suffering did not last long. Within moments he was utterly still, free from the chaos of this world, a smile on his face.
During the chaos his wallet fell out of his pocket, and from one of the folds fell a little card with a smiling face wearing a jester hat.
Seems like Riley got the last laugh~
Well, despite this, Linkachu still seemed rather pleased despite the fact that an innocent was just slaughtered, but no one else noticed the smug look on her face as she stalked away, heading home.
It was getting dark quickly, so Linkachu hurried. It wasn't far from her house that she encountered a dark figure blocking her way. The figure wore a cloak, so she couldn't tell much about them. Was it a man? A woman?
"Who are you?" Linkachu asked, reaching for the knife she kept in the small of her back.
There were no words to her question. But the figure threw off the black cloak and was covered in blinding light. Light colored runes of magic circled around the mystery person.
By the time Linkachu realized who she was facing it was too late.
"Corona..." said the figure, causing the runes to burn brighter with holy light. The stranger outstretched their hand towards Linkachu, allowing her to see their face.
"You-" was all Linkachu stuttered.
"Rexbolt."
From the sky fell an enormous bolt of lightning that lit up the countryside for miles and miles. The strike hit Linkachu directly, causing the young woman to explode into a burst of black butterflies, confirming her identify as part of the Monarch Family.
The figure walked away from the scorched scene, it being too dark for them to notice the black aura that one of the butterflies possessed, an aura that as come to be known as the underboss.
A new mafioso will be born tonight.
Sleep well, pretties~~~