Chapter 45 - Twins of Crypts (2/2)

'A devil can personalise... not just simplify. To create a devil technique from this art, I just-'

TING

A single blade turned crimson, followed by another, and then another, and finally the last one.

'What?'

'Step one... complete.'

Simon now augmented his purposes and intent into the blades, focusing on his devilish heritage and his d.e.s.i.r.e to craft his own technique.

'I want to reap life, protect mine, sate hunger, bring me closer...'

And lastly, the blades each received a central black tinge.

'This is the most effective way to create a perfect technique, I myself am not an edge lord, but the journey to greatness requires such a sacrifice for today.'

”This will be plain and simple.” Simon said as he left the room.

After a brief walk, Simon had arrived at a beautiful garden of red tinged plants. Within it were insects and small animals that all fed off of the healthy plants. But as it seemed, a new visitor would be greeting them tonight.

With a flick of his fingers, 4 crimson blades appeared and flew in an infinite amount of directions within the garden, leaving no insect or small creature alive.

”Euphoria... such energy, such strength! My hard work will pay off in 2 years.”

Simon quietly returned to his family's mansion.

'It's about time that I finish the first arc for my new project. Keeping up with routines is a must for any striving author. But it's much harder to work now since this f***ing body has the carnal d.e.s.i.r.es of a rabbit in heat! Dammit! The hardest part of being a devil, the pure hell of self restraint. How can I write effectively when my body is like this?'

'For now, I will work and then I will sleep.'

'In a world that I once thought up as 'Hell', it looks much more beautiful from these eyes... the dark red skies and the white sun... It is all too amazing. Such beauty is what my project will encapsulate.'

In this calm fashion, Simon started to write with a perpetual grin.