Chapter 725: True Demonlord [56] (1/2)
”Must I explain?”
”What have you done?”
”The lack of mana in the air must be constraining since a demon needs the constant flow to keep possessing the psyche of a tenuous lady.”
”Pointless drivel,” it laughed, swapping her voice for a deeper cruder cackle, ”-you've won at what, taking away the mana won't do much. The painting, I'll kill and activat-”
”Enough,” he thundered, ”-look around, foolish demon, the very fabric of this room has been altered. Meanwhile we speak, everyone gets to live and enjoy the soiree. I would be impressed if the expansion was done subtly.”
”My realm, tis negated…” it glared forward, ”-what are you scheming?”
”Scheming, I say schemed, the latter's completed. The little mystery's been solved, and the prison released.”
”Whatever you say,” it smirked, ”-I still have this body as a hostage; her memories speak of a fond relation. What would a dagger to her heart do, I wonder?”
”Try,” said he nonchalantly, ”-I dare you to kill her.”
”Don't play games with me boy,” resounded akin to an earthquake, ”-I'll end this host without a moment's regret.”
”Please,” he moved closer, ”-such posturing for the simple task of dowsing this painting in blood,” it hovered atop the palm, ”-is the birth really so special?” an amber flame lit on the other hand, ”-La Mort, painted by Athena; you have a hostage and so do I, rather, I'd say my hand's better. Your threats would work on one who's emotional,” he grinned brazenly, ”-alas, foolish demon, the opponent who stands before thee has lost more than most would consider livable. I've gone through worse pains before,” a somber aura enveloped his presence, the shadow cast from the fire grew, ”-tell me, demon, have thee felt the pain of knowing your daughter was tortured, abused, then killed for the sake of money. Have you felt the pain of losing your family, the whole heritage, on a precious day, have you felt the agony of hopelessness, unable to stand whilst the world crumbles around. Do you have what it takes to start again no matter the consequence, do you have the will to stand, knowing thy prior life has been stained by the blood of the innocent and still endeavor to live normally. Pain,” the fire dowsed to suddenly lock around her neck, ”-I don't care about human life, if they're worthless, I ought to have them killed,” a tinge of red flickered across the white pupils, ”-feel it,” the oppressive aura flowed along the arms and into the grip, ”-share it, share my pain, share the regret, taste, my dear comrade, tis the feeling you would have me feel. Does it not salivate thy mouth, the despair of another's death, the never extinguished flame of hatred, and most of all, the joy of watching the life drain from the suffocation. Try me again,” the grip tightened, Loftha's struggle nulled to a surrender, ”-how's the hostage holding out for you?”
”-M-M-Monster,” a shadow leaped from her to a semi-transparent figure, ”-I don't care who you are,” it said with arms to the ceiling, ”-sucking out the mana is a double-edged sword. The girl's been heavily wounded; I called the bluff,” similar entities surged from the stairway into a greater demon. The half-beast, half-human persona stood loudly, ”-no mana means I'm weak magically, not physically,” it pulled a giant battle-ax from the back, ”-she can only be healed using magic, the monster curse isn't one to be trifled with. I say, boy, I've won.”
”Oh please,” he shuffled along to the immense pressure and ignored her bleeding stomach, ”-when I said I've won, I meant it wholeheartedly.”
”Foolish pest,” it lifted and dropped, *chip,* the blade shattered, ”-what have thee done?”
”Here,” he moved to the stage and sat along the edge, ”-I recommend using a weaker form. Moving around in such a heavy body isn't worth the trouble.”
”We're enemies,” it yelled, ”-why act nonchalant towards us, doth thee not fear death?”
”Death?” he side-glanced, an echo of Death's mark carried in a tinge of red amidst the white stare, ”-I say, death and I are cut from the same cloth. Take a seat, tonight's a night of celebration. Tell me, you work for Hades, don't you?”
”Should I answer?” it took on the form of a little kid, braided hair, freckled cheeks, and overly obnoxious glasses.
”I certainly would,” *Mana Control: Healing Element Variant: Restoration.*
”So, you did have to heal her,” shrugged the demon.
”Goes without saying, an incident tonight would jeopardize the progress. Look at the time, 19:15, the fireworks outside sure is splendid, the sound alone with paints the picture.”