Hitsugi no Maou

And all the light came to pass, and the night came.

Darkness brings cold air to the senses of death and leans on the struts. Straw, imprisoned in the slaughterhouse of the village by the elders, stood on a scattered floor of blood and organs, with his hands behind his back, tied (shiatsu) to the pillars.

Rough ropes to kill the piglets tighten (and tighten) their wrists.

Somewhere in the cabin, a pitiful pig, still undead, raised his voice. Has it been dismantled while alive because of someone's sloppy work, or has it breathed back since it was dismantled?

The amount of meat processing work to be carried out in a day at the weight of the bulky meat is specified. I guess the villagers cut up their jobs when their weighing buckets were full of meat and left the pigs on their way to dismantle to go home.

Straw, listening to the pig, sucked the darkness, low, and told him to sing.

"Livestock must be killed without hesitation. The flesh of the fearful creature becomes stiff. In order to obtain soft meat, choose the least painful method of killing possible - preferably neither the blade nor showing it until the moment of death"

In a slaughterhouse filled with darkness, the sound of tree dangling sounded.

Straw goes on to say more as the front door opens and he feels the wind entering at night.

"You can never produce soft meat for the one that dismantles pigs like objects. It's all hard meat to be piled up in a bucket. A meat filled with fear, anger, and hatred. They don't treat pigs as creatures, so they start carrying buckets of hate."

"Whether the meat is hard or soft, what does it have to do with us?"

A villager who opened the door raised his voice in the darkness. The voice of that villager, who comes knocking on the floor with his boots, belonged to one of the three men, who worked in this cabin with Straw during the day.

"Eightieth Fleisch" - Straw snarls his neck as he puts the villager's name on his tongue.

"Oh, maybe it doesn't matter, oh man. We don't have pork in our mouths anyway... it's the hardness of the meat that our senior citizens are served, maybe it doesn't matter"

"I heard that. You were Lecht's man."

In the darkness, a blue and white light was born. The moon must have made its face out of the clouds, from beyond the door that was opened, and the awkward light stretched out like a shadow, and raised the villagers and the figure of the struts in the cabin.

Villager... Fleisch looks at me and peeks into Straw's eyes. Straw leaned his neck again, and was in the mood as he rattled his neck bones.

"How are the others doing? Will you hand me over to the Labor Watch tomorrow morning, or will you kill me in the middle of the night, or will you just talk to him?

"Sort of. After you went into the camp, it would be bad for you to talk about your relationship with Lecht. The elders would have sent Lecht's moves to the state facility, even if he told the labor inspector to report everything honestly..."

"It doesn't change the fact that we got Lecht's endorsers out of the village, does it? Hey, is my family in on the consultation?"

Straw breathes and looks at Fleisch in front of him. "I'm heartless," he said to his silent opponent, hanging his corner.

"When I was throwing up blood reflexes and rolling around the village, my family locked themselves in the house and they all held down the door. Usual? Such imitation (well). Blood-connected family."

"We've been touching you for a long time. He said he'd throw up a lot of blood and he was dying.... I don't know if I can get used to it. I guess that's why I let you in the house. Hate is a mystery. Everybody's scared of being sick."

"This disease doesn't make sense. I guess I came here because I asked the elders that. What are you doing here? I abandoned my benefactor.

Fleisch frowned (Mayu) and said, "Benefactor?" and returned it with a pungent surface. "That's what you said," Straw peeled his teeth off and threw his still blood-colored spit on the floor.

"I don't feel sorry for myself. I've been taught everything by Lecht since the beginning... and I've been told so much about how helpless this country is that it can't be saved by humans. Yet I believed in a human conscience that had never existed, or a beautiful part of it... a bond. At least I thought I could save my own family and neighbors. I thought there was room to save you."

"What are you talking about? Who do you want to save? At the mercy of criminals."

"Touching a textualized law is not the only sin. I don't know if you know what I'm talking about."

Fleisch pulled his cheeks (cheeks) and put a shoe (crease) bottom on Straw's foot. Shimmering floors. But Straw doesn't change his expression, he goes on with his words.

"Eightieth Fleisch. Why did you come here? Why did you come to see me? Are you interested? You came here to laugh at me? Then why didn't you just do it? All you have to do is laugh at me and curse me. It would be nice to spit on a third Lecht, even one of the dumb men touched by the enemies of the nation."

"Shut up......! This... this...!

"What you guys are doing is right. If only the laws and values of this country were to govern. But it's more lethal."

Straw struck Fleisch's forehead. A nibbling noise sounds and Fleisch falls ill. Straight as he stood, Straw proclaimed low to the man in front of him.

"Humanitarian. I'm off the road. You can't help me. It is against your own soul to lay your gratitude to me under values that were once planted in the government and that you did not. It's not something you can be proud of. Uh, I realize it at the bottom of my heart. That's why you're here. I'm here to make sure I'm right."

"I don't know what to do...!

"I took government over my friends. From his feelings as a human being, he took his duties and norms as a citizen. You're not sure you made the right decision.... the other two who were in this cabin were both good old adults. I'm used to following the government, and I'm used to abandoning my people. But you were the only kid my age. It was my first experience to abandon my fellow suffering in front of me."

"Whoa...!

"The government won't give you back anything until you've lost your people. There's nothing to report. After abandoning me, I realized it."

Faster than Fleisch's eyes swim, Straw's mouth says, "No pity!" I told him to throw it away. The groaning of a dying (hissing) pig overlaps Straw's words.

"I don't blame my conscience! It's a wreck of conscience! You betrayed me and you didn't want to help me, but you came to see me! What the hell are you doing!? You want me to say," I'm not wrong about your judgment, "" I don't hate you, "while I'm tied to this saint!? I'm not kidding! I hate you! I hate you guys more than anything else in the world!!

"Gu......!

"Fleisch! How could only one of the villagers be lost in conscience and follow me! I'm gonna give you one for free. One more thing. If you want forgiveness... give it to me too! Untie this rope and give me the will to be there!!

Before Straw's dialogue was over, Fleisch put his hand on his hips and pulled out a sword for the blood drain, which only the slaughterer was allowed to hold.

I thought you were going to cut the rope - Fleisch pointed a slightly twisted sword tip at Straw's face.

Fleisch, who was peeling his teeth off with a face like a fiercely elevated monkey, groaned with a fine tremor at the tip of the blade.

"Sounds great... say no...! Listen, kakashi bastard... this country is a land of goodness and equality... the people must always be good and equal...! Against labor, good... Against government, good...! Good is to keep working silently and unquestionably... and all the people do it equally...! The one out of that 'ring' doesn't qualify as a citizen... that's not a friend...!

Then I'll kill him.

Pig bastard.

Quietly trembling Straw's throat (throat), Fleisch pokes his sword tip in. In the face of his freaking former friend, Straw kicked (kicked) up and slammed the intestines (annoyed) of the pigs that were rolling at his feet. Glimpse, Fleisch's sword with his legs tucked right next to Straw's face.

Straw squeezed his thick leg (thigh) down disappointingly and tightened (shined) up on Fleisch's neck as he knelt on the ground and groaned and tried to take his bowel (annoyed). Straw devours his teeth as he sweeps through the ceiling in a groveling scream.

"Don't resist... Eightieth Fleisch...! I'll make it soft meat......!!

Feeling the claws eating into his legs (thighs), Straw stuffed his breath and twisted his half with the force of his full body (hives).

There was a blur, and the screaming stopped. As Fleisch's toenails slipped down his legs eventually fell to the ground, Straw released the thin neck that had been tightened up.

Straw slowly closes his eyes as he hears the body rolling. The moonlight that was floating its face disappeared, as if it had been blocked (by) the clouds - as if it had drawn the darkness.