The daemon drew on the space in front of him. Ungodly power then washed over his figure, extinguishing the lightning and preventing his injuries from worsening.
As a daemon, these injuries themselves were not worth ntioning, but the process and the possibility of what could follow...
The daemon stared at Anon for so ti.
The human was bound, and his strength was constantly siphoned away. Yet every attack seed to be more powerful than the last.
At the sa ti, the restrictions forged out of the daemon’s blood were constantly quacking, and releasing deep groans, tethering on the brink of shattering.
The spear soul crackling with black lightning appeared once more.
Upon seeing this, the daemon’s wings flapped and he hastily created distance. Anon madly cackled loud when he saw this.
The spear soul tore apart the cursed blood chains bounding his body. As they were shattered, the bounds squeezing his heart was easily shattered as well.
"No need to be so on edge, old soul." Anon grinned from ear to ear.
Toward such an arrogant and obnoxious creature, only by matching their nature can one live rent free in their mind.
The daemon’s scowling face imprinted itself in Anon’s mind.
"It appears that the daemons suffer greatly from the seven deadly sins. Your one must be pride or sothing. Tsk, that must be pathetic."
"What a deplorable race."
"What a pitiful race."
"What a disappointing race."
"Or is it just you?"
At this point, the daemon’s body was trembling from rage, and its breathing was ragged. However, Anon’s capabilities had enforced a sense of cautiousness into its mind.
"Good, good, good!"
The daemon’s voice was hoarse, and it swallowed a mouthful of blood that had rushed up its throat. Its seething wrath was practically oozing from its every word.
However, before it could continue, Anon’s haughty voice reverberated throughout the world.
"It really is a pity. If soone like you could survive for half a million years in that so-called infernal realm, that place must really be pathetic."
"You," Anon paused, saying slowly, "demons," He chuckled, "Ain’t got shit on ."
The daemon slamd his palm into his own face, digging into his flesh.
"Arghhhh!"
"Human!!"
"You fucking human!!!"
"I’ll kill you."
"I’ll fucking kill you!"
The daemon exploded with rage.
From its eyes, blood spurted out.
It coughed up mouthfuls of blood as the flesh sword began shinning with a fervent, ungodly glow.
The eye, previously showing a dark pupil, imdiately transford into a spiraling sea of darkness.
Utilizing a strange, otherworldly power, it drew Anon’s gaze towards it.
He could not help but marvel at its appearance.
Anon, was dazed.
"Y-You forced ..."
The daemon spat blood, his jagged teeth stained in it, and yet he bellowed out loudly.
A grin so wide, it even caused the jaw of a daemon to hurt.
.....
Within Anon’s soul, an ungodly force painted over the dark world.
Anon’s form, condensed from concentrated soul power, had specks of black dots on his illusory form.
Hands folded, he observed ungodly force paint over his dark world.
Though the remnant of this power alone was enough to cause the manifestation of his will to tremble chaotically, the ungodly force targeted the soul.
And toward this attack, Anon instinctively felt little threat.
The ungodly force would have likely washed away his will with relative ease.
In fact, Anon knew this to be the case.
This was an otherworldly power.
It was not sothing that could be wielded by that daemon.
"The infernal realm, and the power system therein, is strange, peculiar. This power, it would’ve obliterated my will, and yet I feel no threat from it."
"Interesting, I hope that you can assist in discovering the uniqueness of my dark soul. That daemon, I should thank him."
The ungodly force washed over the dark world, however, it would be most accurately described as an ink black ocean.
This ocean attempted to drown Anon’s soul.
All that occurred was the swallowing of the entire ocean.
Reality was warped, and instantly, the ocean transford into a drop of water. Insignificant in size and amount, easily swallowed and devoured.
Anon’s eyes lit up in the real world.
"Haha..."
The daemon’s laughter ca to a halt as Anon’s movents brought it to attention.
At the sa ti, Anon replicated the intensity of the daemon’s previous laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
"It really is too pitiful. Who knows if it’s , or maybe because they do not wish for to die until I attempt ascension, however, it really is too pitiful for you."
"A hundred years, a thousand years, or a million years. It’s all for naught because you lack it. You lack the necessary spark that certain existences, special individuals have."
Anon’s voice was trembling and his body was quivering from excitent.
It might be this dinsion, but Anon truly felt his emotions stirring.
He really wanted to celebrate by committing so kind of massacre. And still, he kept reason, reveling in the daemon’s stunned visage.
The more shocked and disbelieving it was, the more ecstasy Anon felt.
No wonder those villains loved to give hope, only to squander it thereafter.
"You don’t have that spark of brilliance."
"Worse yet, my spark, if you were to call it that, is akin to an entire, mother-fucking, sun!"
Silence descended for so ti.
The wounds on the daemon’s body, which had initially been forcefully halted from worsening, dramatically worsened in an abrupt manner.
His demonic wings faltered, and his figure plumted to the black cloud. With a thud, he crashed into the battleground.
"No, don’t die now. Don’t give up just yet." Anon pursed his lips. He still had a little gift to surprise him with.
The daemon weakly stood up.
His remaining flesh was deteriorating at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The flesh sword trembled faintly.
The eye on its hilt had been sealed shut.
Sensing his gaze, Anon smirked.
His eyes smiled as well.
Tracing his fingers in the air, demonic patterns etched itself onto the space.
The daemon’s eyes widened, however its strength was so drained that it could not even speak.
An ungodly power shot toward the weak, unmoving daemon.
The daemon had strange ans, however, this particular daemon, was not a physical specin.
The light instantly fell onto the daemon’s body, drowning his figure. Its rate of deterioration dramatically rose.
Falling to its knees, its eyes still peered into Anon’s.
It was confused.
This human was wielding the sa curse magic that he wielded.
Confused, it found it unbearable as well.
Too unbearable.
’Maybe... this human... was right...’
That spark, he did not have such a spark.
Only at the end of his lifespan did the world reveal the truth to him.
From the very beginning, his fate was sealed.
Extraordinary?
Only amongst the very ordinary.
Damnable.
No, no.
No...
The daemon’s body resembled a dried, shriveled corpse, but its grip on the flesh sword tightened and it stood up once again.
Straightening its back, the daemon’s eyes fiercely glared at Anon.
Stumbling forward, it slowly made its way toward Anon.
For a mont, even Anon widened his eyes.
"Heh..."
Anon’s lips trembled.
A barely noticeable curve appeared on the very edge of his lips.
The daemon was ten steps away, moving incredibly slowly. Anon tried his best, but the curve on his lips only grew more noticeable.
Six steps away, Anon’s eyes ford into crescents.
Five steps away, Anon slowly opened his hands wide, as if to embrace the world, as if to accept this daemon’s last attack.
Four steps away, the daemon stumbled and fell to its knees.
"Pfft!"
It was not that he was a wicked soul.
No, it was a genuinely funny sight.
So no one could bla him for laughing.
The daemon growled.
Most of its head had already deteriorated.
In truth, it should absolutely be dead.
There was no skin, and there was barely any flesh.
A skeleton with half its face shattered, and the other half lacking an eye in its socket, stood back up and took another step.
Three steps away, it rose its sword to the sky.
Two steps away, it stumbled to the ground again.
"Heh!"
"No, don’t. Stop..." Tears ford in Anon’s eyes.
Seeing as the daemon attempted to get back up again, Anon finally lost control.
The laughter shook the dinsion!
Anon cried tears of pleasure as he stared at the earth above his head.
The daemon stood up and took another step.
In the process of raising its sword to the skies once again, a light breeze slowly blew against its body.
Anon’s arms were out wide, embracing this dinsion.
His head was rocked far back as the daemon’s body turned to dust.
Waves of sadistic pleasure washed over his heart.
The daemon, that had so arrogantly taunted the entire human race, was no more.
That daemon that was so daring as to spit on His human race, was no more.
Anon’s expression was a twisted one.
Through pleasure, he had really gone mad...
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