Chapter 81 - Reaper (end) (2/2)

Thinking that Fimafeng was going to tell him a lot of things he didn't care about after listening to the beginning of his speech, Gedril interrupted him by barking at him with his face deformed by anger, ”Damn it! I don't care about that, I want to know what you was implying about my mother!”

Fimafeng frowned and his gaze became stern, ”Looks like you've forgotten who you're talking to.” He told him in a cold and ominous tone while slowly raising his right arm.

As Fimafeng's right arm continued to rise and therefore continued to move closer to him, Gedril remained impassive.

For him Fimafeng was bluffing and just wanted to scare him, he didn't even put on a glove this time, and anyway, in the worst case Gedril was convinced that if Fimafeng was going to become violent he wouldn't go as far as to kill him since Death wanted his soul, 'I've been beaten up countless times, I don't care if the counter goes up by 1.'

However, Fimafeng managed to surprise Gedril by not doing any of the things he expected...

Another thing that surprised Gedril but which made Fimafeng's behavior somewhat coherent afterwards was that he brought his left hand to his mouth, pinched his index finger with his thumb... and whistled.

*PFFUIT*

*SWISH*

After half a second following the whistling, something appeared in Fimafeng's right hand.

When Gedril looked at what it was, he didn't know at first how to react as it was so sudden.

He knew that he was supposed to be happy but for him it was so unreal that he just couldn't believe what he saw...

However, after a moment of adaptation there was no more room for doubt and a sadistic smile finally formed on his face; Although the two horns on his forehead were severed, although his jaw, which looked more like one of a wild beast rather than one of a normal demon, was crushed, although his eyes were plucked out, and although other mutilations on his very dark red skin made him almost unrecognizable, Gedril was sure that it was the beheaded head of his father.

Knowing how to disregard his standards of cleanliness when the situation required it, Fimafeng had remained totally impassive while blood was dripping from Amon's head on his right hand, 'Looks like Hector had a lot of fun considering the state of the head, it's not a very dignified death for the father of the Lycanthropes but since Hector seems to particularly like the young master, it doesn't surprise me that he went as hard as he did. In fact, thinking about it, it's obvious that this is the reason why the master put him on this mission.'

Feeling that Gedril had accumulated enough positive emotions to welcome new ones, which were much less pleasant this time, Fimafeng decided to finally open his mouth, ”Now that the pact you made with my master has been fulfilled, it will be easier to explain the one your mother made with Amon before conceiving you.”