'What the fuck just happened?' Kaust thought as his body once again regenerated against his will.
The last thing he rembered was being consud by the red ball of energy that the purple-eyed boy had fired.
He thought he had died for sure, but no, instead he was sohow still alive.
'But why?' He thought it didn't make sense; why was the boy wasting his ti on him?
He had already been killed three tis today, and yet he was sohow still alive.
'Surely he must have realised that he needs to destroy my core in order to kill by now, right?' He questioned his opponent's intelligence.
But he knew it wasn't that, so was the boy willingly killing him and forcing him to revive?
Kaust shivered at the possibility, but he didn't want to consider it any further, so he just asked.
"Why are you not killing ?" he asked.
Hearing his question, William placed his finger on his chin as he started thinking before replying.
"Because it's fun to bully you." As he said, William had the purest smile on his face with zero traces of bad intentions. If one ignored his words and just focused on his looks and smile, the scene would look like it ca straight out of a painting.
But it was of no concern to Kaust how cute the boy looked; the thing he was concerned about were the words that fell out of his mouth.
The possibility he had been dreading had co true; his opponent wasn't even taking him seriously and was just playing around, almost like he had his life in the palms of his hand.
And the only feeling this realisation arose in him was terror, as he finally realised that the one in front of him wasn't a human; he wasn't even a demon.
Even demons took pride and joy in bringing suffering to others and ending lives, compared to the purple-haired boy who feels nothing playing with life, which is far worse.
And to back up his personality was strength, which, in his mind, surpassed the last known mory of Zephyr, the man who eventually beca a god.
This was more than enough for Kaust to realise that the entity controlling the boy was perverse, sothing that didn't belong in this world; he was what many would call evil itself.
"Hey, stop zoning out; it's not fun if you don't try to resist," William said as he slowly made his way towards Kaust.
Seeing the boy approach him so carelessly without any asure of guard or care in the world, Kaust knew he was simply outmatched.
And he had no problem admitting that; he was the type who was strong against the weak and weak against the strong, and it was this very nature of him that allowed him to survive for so many thousands of years in a world filled to the brim with people wanting to kill him.
And since he had already cheated death three tis in just one day, he had no intention to do it anymore.
With a single thought, he activated all his buff skills at once and used miasma to form wings, which, without thinking, he used to fly away at his top speed, hoping to run away. .
After a few minutes of flying, he had flown a few kilotres away after seeing no sight of Zunesha village and, more importantly, that monster in human skin. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"What the fuck was that?" he thought aloud. Throughout his extrely long life, he had encountered various different people and species.
And yet none of them was as otherworldly or terrifying as that 'being'.
Even now, when thinking about him, he feels shivers run down his spine.
After a while, he finally cald down, rembering that he was safe now and had escaped that being.
It was then that he heard the voice he had been dreading.
"Who are we running from?" A seemingly innocent question was asked by a voice that seed to belong to a child.
And just like the voice suggested when Kaust turned his head around, there he was.
A white-haired, purple-eyed kid sitting on his back.
"But how?" he muttered in disbelief.
He couldn't believe this—the one he had been running away from was chilling on his back, and he wasn't even able to sense him.
"Since when?" he asked.
"What do you an when? I've always been here?. William replied with an innocent expression.
"Anyways enough about , you're a bad punching bag; a good punching bag wouldn't try to run away, so you must be punished."
Before Kaust could even react to his statent, William grabbed both of his 'magnificent' ram-like round horns and forcefully straightened them.
The whole process was extrely painful for Kaust, and he tried to retaliate, but each of his attacks was stopped by a red barrier that kept appearing around William each ti.
And his pain was only about to get a lot worse as, after straightening them, William forcefully ripped out his horns, causing blood to gush out of the spot like a fountain.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! " He scread in agony as the horns were the most sensitive parts of a demon, to which their pain receptors were connected.
In his over 6,000 years of existence, the pain he was feeling now far exceeded anything he had ever experienced before or could have even imagined.
At this point, his will to live was destroyed; he wanted to die.
The horns, which are the pride and joy of every single demon, can keep on healing themselves as long as there's still at least a trace of them left in the body, but instead of just cutting or destroying them like a normal person, he completely ripped them apart.
aning that even if Kaust sohow survives, his beautiful horns will never co back.
Not caring about Kaust's feelings in the slightest, William grabbed his own horns and used them to pierce him in the eyes.
"Ahhhh!! " Kaust scread in agony, but his scream would soon co to an end as William used his own horns and dragged them downward, ripping his body into pieces.
And just like that, for the fourth ti today, Kaust had died. He hoped for this to be the last; he hoped to finally get to rest now in the eternal darkness.
But sadly, regardless of what he wanted, he once again opened his eyes, surrounded by the rubbles of the very sa warehouse he was thrashing William around in earlier.
And as he slowly looked up to his horror, he found the boy responsible for his current state just smiling innocently, as if he hadn't just killed him four tis.
This was it. Kaust was at his limit; he wanted to kill himself, but sadly, he knew that his own life was no longer in his own hands.
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