Lord of Annihilation

"Miss Violet Witch!! What is the meaning of this?!" 

The instant the door to her office was opened, a tender female voice yelled at the top of her lungs. Olivia narrowed her eyes on the figure that had stormed into the room.

Possessing a small 30cm tall body, blue skin, two pairs of rainbow-colored wings, a beautiful face with aesthetically pealing features, and long iridescent hair, the tiny figure belonged to the Grade 5 'Faerie' race of the Universe. 

Rising to her feet, Olivia performed a courteous bow and politely announced.

"It's nice to meet you again, Lady Vay. Please take a seat and I'll explain my actions."

"Humph! The only reason why I'm not directly attacking you is because I owe you a favor! Consider it repaid!"

"Humph! This explanation better be good!" 

Declaring as such in a temperamental tone, the little Faerie flew over to one of the available chairs and sat down. Unsuppressed Stage 3 aura radiated out of her body that greatly pressured Olivia.

Entering the door next was a genial-looking old Terran. His face, full of wrinkles, carried a gentle smile as he politely nodded toward Olivia.

"Miss Violet Witch." He perfunctorily spoke. His eyes, however, radiated a sense of superiority as she clearly looked down on Olivia. 

Like the one before him, his body also radiated his unsuppressed soul power, further pressuring Olivia. 

With both the new arrivals being at Mid-Level Stage 3, their combined pressures made Olivia feel as though a large, heavy rock was placed on her back. Her movements felt awkward and her mind screamed of danger.

Still, Olivia forced herself to suppress these feelings and acted unbothered.

"Sir Vimir."

Since her counterpart wasn't giving her the required respect, Olivia replied with minimal politeness.

Once the two figures had taken their seats, Olivia then asked.

"Would the two of you like anything to drink?" 

"Cut the crap and get to the point!" The Faerie bellowed while the old gentleman polity replied. "Water."

Olivia's flawless smile remained on her face as she gestured towards the stiff Baltmer. The latter quickly snapped out of his daze and moved to present the guests with a glass of water.

Olivia then walked towards her own seat and sat down. Her back was facing towards the giant, glass window, while the seats of her guests were facing it. 

This was an elaborate setup by Olivia, as she wanted the two Governors to see the ongoing battle in the background.

"Firstly, allow me to apologize for inviting the two of you on such short notice. I'm incredibly thankful that your esteemed selves have accepted my humble invitation."

Hearing her words, Vay fumed until her tiny head turned red, while Vimir flashed a light smile in response.

"Y-you-you—" Incomprehensible sounds exited Vay's mouth, making it impossible to understand her sentence. The reason for this was her rapidly rising anger.

Vimir, on the other hand, stared at Olivia for a few seconds, before giving an unbothered reply.

"There is nothing humble about a declaration of war, Miss Witch. To be frank, this old man nearly had a heart attack when he opened your letter." He joked.

Olivia chuckled in response and replied.

"You must be jesting, Sir Vimir. I wasn't declaring any war, but merely inviting you to my meeting. Surely your heart is strong enough for a simple meeting." 

Baltmer, who was offering water to Vimir, stiffened when he heard those words. The Stage 3 being, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and lightly chuckled.

Olivia's words were a perfect example of the saying 'To hide a dagger within one's words'.

While her words were ordinary by definition, it was actually confrontational in context.

"You sure are brave, young lady. Perhaps I must teach you the meaning of humility. The dignity of a Stage 3 must not be—" Vimir's words suddenly paused as his eyes narrowed.

"Must not be what?" A new voice sounded within the room.

The moment she heard that voice, Olivia's tense shoulders relaxed. Feeling the familiar presence and aura standing behind her, she gained greater confidence.

Lucius, who had arrived within the room after finishing his battle with Xe'ar, looked towards the figures of Vay and Vimir. 

He fully released his aura and directed them towards the two Stage 3 figures, inducing a pressure that was greater than the sum total of their auras.

It had to be said that Lucius' current mood wasn't that great. His battle with Xe'ar was a complete disappointment as his opponent lasted too short under the effects of his new Domain. 

This was after Lucius had weakened the Domain and wasn't even actively attacking his opponent.

'I wasn't even able to conduct all of my tests since he died too quick. Such a disappointment.' 

As for what those 'tests' entailed, perhaps only the dead Xe'ar would know. 

Spectators of the battle stated that at the moment of death, Xe'ar's face had a look of relief. In their words, he looked like a man who was granted the sweet relief of death after a lifetime of torture.

"You have yet to reply to me, worm. Must not be what?" Increasing his murderous aura, Lucius coldly asked once again. 

Vimir's face severely paled at the pressure, while Vay's face was a mixture of red and white. The former seemed to have realized something and given up, while the latter was desperately countering Lucius' pressure.

Their faces were complicated and their minds were even more so. 

Lucius, however, didn't care for such trivialities. His mind held only one thought.

'Attack me. Attack me. Attack me. Attack me so that I can battle you.'

"You—I-is this a-a decla-ration o-of wa-ar, Olivia?" Vay asked with labored effort. It could be seen on her face how hard she was working to counteract Lucius' pressure.

"A-are yo-you perhaps…" Vimir, on the other hand, had a face of helplessness as he asked. "A [Killer]?"

Surprised at his question, Lucius turned his attention to the old man and stated.

"You're not from this planet, are you?" His voice wasn't asking but irrefutably stating.

Feeling the bulk of the pressure focused upon him, Vimir drudgingly nodded.

"I-I'm fro-om the Messa Sys-stem." Vimir struggled to answer. 

Noticing his difficulty, Lucius relaxed his pressure by a tiny bit and gestured for him to continue. Feeling his body slightly relax, Vimir wore a bitter smile and explained.

"I was originally from the Messa system but got into some trouble with a Stage 4 entity. I barely managed to escape from that mighty entity, but not without incurring serious injuries. Since then, I've been hiding away within this backwater planet and slowly recuperating."

"What was the trouble about?" Lucius asked.

An aggrieved expression appeared on Vimir's face as he bitterly answered. "It was over a woman. My wife, to be specific." 

Disinterested, Lucius simply nodded his head before ignoring him. 

Lucius' current aura radiated by his soul [Annihilator] was remarkably similar to [Killer]'s [Killing Intent], albeit purer and denser. 

Unless one was a [Killer] or someone who had interacted with [Killer] types for a long time, they would be unable to distinguish the difference between two souls. 

The reason why Lucius was able to speculate the old man's identity was also because of this reason. While the [Killer] soul was common, it was mostly present amongst the Wild Beast populace. For an intelligent, humanoid being to possess a [Killer] soul was very rare.

But that did not mean that they were not well known. In fact, Killers were incredibly notorious within the Universe for a singular reason.

Not because of their superior strength…but because all Killers were legitimate psychos. The higher their Stage, the greater was their madness.

A singular unspoken rule existed within the Universal society which was; 'Don't mess with a Killer under any circumstances. They are a bunch of psychotic bastards who cannot be reasoned with. If he/she sets you as his/her target, he/she will continue to hunt you until either one of you end up dead.'

Clearly, this old man was also privy to this tit-bit of info as his reaction after recognizing Lucius was abundantly clear. 

However, the little Faerie was not aware of this information as she asked.

"Killer? What's that? I don't care what you are, if you don't allow me to leave right now, I will fight you to the death!" With Lucius' having relaxed his pressure, the Faerie started to spout once again.

Of course, Lucius was more than happy to comply, while Vimir ruefully shook his head at the Faerie's ignorance.

Just as Lucius was about to take a step forward, Olivia finally voiced her intention, causing him to shake his head and regretfully step back.

"I do not want our cities to war. If anything, I want the opposite of war."

Straightening her postures, Olivia faced the two Governors with confidence and continued with a smile.

"How about forming an alliance?"