Beauty is a Beast

In the middle of the night. The night of full moon. A man stared at the young woman with a ghastly face. His heart beats wildly at this bloody killer opposite him.  "Blood Rose." The man muttered under his breathe. His shaking pupils reflected the figure of a woman dress in black cloak and a devil mask don on her face. Under that half covered face revealed a blood thirsty smile. It was eerily creepy and blood curdling. He was afraid. He knew that death is hanging upon him. Those cold and chilling eyes looked at him like a king suppressing her enemies. A predator looking at its prey.  That thick malicious aura and killing intent already made his soul tremble, sending goosebumps all over his body.  If she's not the grim reaper, then she's the king of hell herself! The man evoke his spirit energy and release it towards the unmoving and still Blood Rose. Even if it is just a one percent chance of survival and escaping is futile, he is still prepare to fight for his life. He is a proud cultivator after all! He doesn't know why, but this Blood rose's trick is weirdly strange and powerful. His subordinates that he considered very powerful were killed by this person in a few just breathe. And with a s***h of her spear, his and their own spiritual skill were easily destroyed.  He had heard about the so-called phantom killer named Blood Rose. Just like her title, she appeared in the dead of the night like a haunting ghost! If he had known that this disaster is going to target him next, he should have stayed home and debauch himself in the pleasure of his women.   Blood Rose chuckled seeing him tremble from his another, yet failed attack on her.  That low and hollow laugh sent shivers down his spine and slowly creeps into his heart. The danger is real. He can feel blood dripping down his lips and from his injured body. He looked around trying to avoid those gleaming and demonic eyes only to be stared at by the lifeless eyes of his dead guards. Some of them were cleanly beheaded by Blood Rose's spear like the reaper's scythe.  The others had roses struck into their chest, eyes and body like they were vases.  The prickly stems from those roses came out to be alive and grew longer like whips, binding their neck and body tightly. She didn't crash their fragile body with it, but the stem of those roses that flew by their direction looked like it was a sturdy sharp knife that penetrated their flesh!  It was an instant kill from the person with an unknown power. Not only that, after his subordinates died, their bodies sprouted roses that were covered from their warm and cold blood.  Rumor says that even if Blood Rose didn't or were unable to kill you, you will still die from the nightmare that haunts you. Just a peasants blabber but it came out to be true. If he came out alive, he would probably die from reliving this nightmare.  "Unlucky bastard, seems like lady luck is not with you today." Her melodious voice dances towards his ears.  Alluring and devilish.  Rose vines unknowingly crawled onto his feet and arms, rooting him to the ground. The man groan as a heavy aura that resemble a crashing heaven feel into his shoulders. It was hard to breathe.  How strong is Blood Rose for him to be treated like this and is unable to fight like a proud cultivator he was? His strength was a disappointment in front of her. I'm not capable of resisting. Today is the day he's going to die. In conclusion, Blood Rose is way stronger than him. A few levels higher than him. About how strong she was, he wouldn't even know even after his death.  The man's knees suddenly gave up and he's now kneeling in front of the devil. To the one who would take his life.  "Mercy. I begged for mercy. Please spare my life!" The surrounding came to a still and the heavy burden around his body turn fiercer while the vines turn tighter.  He was about to pull the 'I have a family!' card when Blood Rose suddenly spoke.  "I'm sorry, but you, have to die."  It was a teasing voice. A kind that plays with life.  No hesitation, nor remorse could be heard in that voice.  He will die. Just like those people who begged for mercy but ends up dying anyway. "You should be thankful. I'm giving you such an easy death."  "For this is redemption, and they are waiting for you in hell."  The vines raise him 10cm from the ground and for Blood Rose to have a perfect hit. Then she domineeringly swung the weapon in her hand as dozens of roses covered in unknown force flew towards him.  The blade created a huge s***h through his chest spurting large amount of blood that splatter to the ground and to her cheeks; creating an enchanting illusion that gives a haunting impression.  Beautiful but menacing.  As the man breathed his last, a pleasant feeling spread through her body. Nesrin's eyes glowed coldly under the moonlight. Her bloody lips that was smiling widely instantly faded. All the thrill in her heart swallowed by emptiness. She looked around, the flower's white petals stained with red. The roses that were embedded through the dead bodies were like decorations on display. It was disgustingly pretty and nightmarish.  "Rest in peace."  No one knows if she is mocking the dead men or this words were for the poor souls that these men had killed. Or maybe it was for both. With a flick, Nesrin's cloak fluttered as she moves.  Her job is done. It was time for her to go home.  "Welcome back, my lady."  "Good work for today." In an isolated and quiet hill stood a lonely white mansion filled with red roses. Two servants greeted her with bright expressions awaiting her arrival.  Her hair that was white and her eyes that were red revert back to their original color. Her gaze softens upon seeing them and the devil mask that covered her face disappeared instantly. The bloodlust that were emanating around her gradually disappear. "Did you wait long." She asked softly.  The two servants are her butler and maid. They were the people she trust and were her only family who came with her into this world and saved her from that hellhole.