Seeing that ball of at being forced down the demon's throat, could only roll out from the opening in his belly, through the innards, the fluid paste, and then through the blood all the way to the ground, mixing on the grass and sand.
Cuban could not help but frown.
Just because Momoa sent for him and he was supposedly 'late' to the arrival, two Demons of the sa rank as him t their ends.
These were demons that were under Momoa himself, none the less.
Cuban was not a fool. He understood the threat. He also understood that the situation was grave.
After all, the governor had not even inford him of anything, and he was already issuing picturistic threats.
These threats were clear.
'If I can do this to my own n, what do you think I will do to you?'
Governor Momoa saw the look in Cuban's eyes. He understood that the aim had been t.
"It would seem that you are not too hungry, Cuban, so I won't force you." Momoa chuckled a little, "However, as a very good FRIEND of mine, I would love to discuss a few things of most importance with you."
"Here it cos!" Cuban said in his head, expecting a request Momoa had just threatened him not to refuse.
"You know, you and I were born on the sa boat. You, son of royalty, were abandoned by your family to roam the eighth earth alone and strive for yourself just because you were born broken. You had to build and bend your way to the top through blood and sweat, and I, born a demon with a restricted bloodline, had no choice but to break through the limits of my fate."
Momoa raised his hands into the air, as if to declare to the sky his challenge.
"One day, we both shall mount the shoulders of the world and look down on those that called us Trash, sitting on thrones made of their bones and painted with their blood."
Momoa's eyes cried with the zealous brightness of a drear.
If these words had co through the mouth of another, many would have said he was crazy, but Momoa was different.
He was a demon who had truly gone against fate.
Unsurprisingly, so was Cuban.
Both n, in their own ways, had shown the world the capability of their relentless effort to be at the top.
Unfortunately, the world was a very cruel place, and the Demon Society was even worse.
They still have mountains to climb.
Momoa took a deep breath in and out, and then he sat down.
"As one who is cut from the sa cloth as , let share with you sothing that will definitely blow your mind.
He dug his hand into the apron, brought out a rough-looking, brown, folded piece of paper, and dropped it on the table.
"Do you know what this is?"
Cuban frowned at the piece of paper, and then he raised a brow at Momoa.
However, the governor smiled, "Go on, you can open it."
Without rushing, Cuban took it and opened it.
The mont he did, he felt a rush of blood from the depths of his heart.
And the paper instantly turned to flas in his hands; he had no choice but to drop it.
However, the flas stopped on their own once he did.
The paper was surprisingly still intact.
Cuban's frown turned to surprise as he looked at Momoa.
"Is that... a page from the Sacred Book?" Even as he asked, his hand was tempted to shut his own mouth.
Momoa chuckled loudly. "Don't worry, there is none here that can threaten . Besides, I already cleared five blocks all around this park hours ago.
This piece of paper is a page from the Sacred Book of Death. Now, as a forr royal, you know what this page alone stands for. I know you also know it's incredible value.
This page is sired to and alone. Unless I die, no other person can have it."
As Momoa talked, Cuban's eyes were fixed on that page.
How couldn't it?
The Scared Book of Death was the cosmic bind on the soul of everything. Be it humans or demons, plants or animals, it held their fate within it.
This book was said to have been lost during the Apocalypse of the First Earth.
To have it was to have true dominance over all things.
"Now you know! With just this page, I broke through the restraint on my bloodline and climbed to the peak of this world."
The look on Cuban's face suddenly changed once more. "This is a very big secret. Even the nine royal families would kill for that piece of paper. Why show it to ?"
"Good question. You are a smart boy, so I don't mind telling you. You see, power should be owned, but if not shared rightly, it will consu its user. What happened to the Morningstar is a good example of that."
Momoa waved his hands, and Butler Basket brought out a black suit case.
He opened it, and within was nothing except for black dust.
"What is this?" Cuban asked.
"This here," Momoa's expression changed into a frown, "is the disappointnt you presented at the Arena that day."
"The angel feathers!"
Momoa nodded. "Yes, except that their power was entirely drained before it got to . Now, I don't believe you have sothing to do with this. But I'm sure you know who does."
Cuban suddenly rembered the events that happened that day at the end of the tournant.
After a period where they were unable to see the happenings that led to the defeat of the final Devil Boss, Lenny ca out victorious and presented the angel feathers to Lady Vinegar.
At the sa ti, he rembered the white flas that ca out of Lenny's body when he fought back against the destruction of the spring town.
He gritted his teeth fiercely. "Lenny Tales..."
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