Chapter 22 - A Companion in Insanity

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The martial arts session was eventful, as two students suffered heavy causalities during a spar from the backlash of overusing mana. Lucifer overlooked from the corners, as he gazed at the bracelet, pouring a bit of mana, it displayed the number of recruits present, 587 was the number displayed, he had heard the news, three male recruits were killed by a succubus last night, as they had engaged in sexual activity, she had leeched them complete of their vitality.

“Fools”, he uttered silently under his breath

He noticed that during the sessions he received a lot of gazes from males and females alike. As he was leaning against the wall observing they nearby fights, he saw the succubus who had previously killed he three males stand beside him. She had become well known overnight. She slowly reached for his hand entwining it in her own, turning around he meet her stare.

She had used charm on him to hypnotize him, drawn by his looks she wanted to make him hers, but that didn`t affect him at all, however, he proceeded back to his room, thinking she was successful in her endeavor, the succubus followed him along.

Entering his room, he sat upon his bed while the succubus, sexually started peeling of her clothes, down to her under garments, she then pounced on him. Planning to leech his vitality, she nipped on his neck making her way to his lower body, but as she tried to move any further she was unable too. Her body felt numb as if she had had lost control.

Lucifer stood up looking at her, with a lifeless gaze on the bed, he knew she was still alive but was unable to do anything because he had halted the blood flow in her body. Materializing an ice dagger into his hands he punctured it deep into her chest, letting the blood spew out, dyeing the preciously white bed in a beautiful shade of scarlet red. Her corpse looked similar to a painting upon the bed.

Viewing the bracelet he noticed the overall total decrease by one. He had had his first kill and that after so long, he was hungry for more blood, and the shrill joy he received from the screams of his victims. Digging with his bare into the cavity he had just made, he took out the heart, gorging on it, as the nits of flesh moved down his throat he felt the vitality passing through to him. Succubus’s had an extremely strong vitality, as he ate into her heart; his own body was strengthening itself from the process of absorption.

But alas, beside charm and leech, the succubus had not any significant abilities, which he would like to have, wiping the fresh blood from the corners of his mouth with the bed sheet. He was satisfied with the growth of his physical body. He would have to hunt more if he had to gain more abilities.

Removing of his clothes he took a warm shower, comforted by the trickle of hot water on his skin just after a murder was an exhilarating feeling. He truly wondered how killing could give him such satisfaction, but he knew deep inside he was always different even before he had become the fallen.

Putting on a fresh pair of clothes, he exited the bathroom, waiting patiently for someone to get rid of the corpse. The door to the room burst open and the elven teacher entered look at the naked gutted corpse, he was not surprised, giving a nod towards Lucifer, he led several man inside the room to get rid of the corpse.

After the cleanup, the room was as good as new, and the sessions were over, recruits hurriedly rushed back into their rooms, secluding themselves from any danger.

Silia had come back to the room, but she was highly wary, he guessed the news had already spread around school about the death of the succubus.

“You killed her, didn`t you?” she spoke and Lucifer lightly nodded, but then a rather sinister expression appeared on her face.

“Damn, you got her first” She spoke her tone very different from the former. Observing her gestures and expressions she was different from the former silia he had met. There were two assumptions Lucifer came upon she had someone take her place or she had split personality. After repeated cursing she went to sleep, not caring the danger he represented or she was highly confident in her ability to defend herself.

Lucifer exited the room, before the door quietly shut itself; he planned to prowl around the institute to meet any opponents. As he passed through passage ways and rooms, he however didn`t encounter anyone, he proceeded to exit the institute making his way into the clearing in front of the institute building. The mini-forest in front of the Building reeked strongly of blood, though as if a number of bodies were shredded in it.

Somewhere around the trees, he noticed a pair of eyes looking at his every move, unperturbed by the stare he preceded into the forest, enjoying the scent of fresh blood in the air, to him it was the perfect type of setting for a fight. As he ventured deeper into the forest, he observed several low level beasts around none of which would pose a danger to him.

The air got colder the further he went in, he gaze fell upon the skewered corpses up ahead, large icicles impaled through stomachs, and blood colored the icicles in red. Their faces were aghast; the attacker had tortured them slowly as he only impaled the organs which would lead to a

slow death.

Lucifer heard the twigs cracking behind, turning to look at the spot; he felt something whizzing at him at high speed. A shard of ice was racing at him, but when he looked closely dozens more were behind, the one in front was just a distraction. Whoever, the opponent was he had thoroughly planned his tactics.

Dodging them all by a small margin, he prepared himself for the next wave while trying to pin point the opponents location To him the opponent was jumping all over the place making it hard to locate him and he excelled in the ice attribute. Running towards the direction of the shards while maintaining precaution, he scanned for any residual mana and he found it.

Lucifer had during the carriage progression created an ability to trace someone`s location from residual mana they left behind. Using mana perception he located the opponent hiding in the trees. Furthermore, he was a dual attribute user, using dark essence to cloak his movements.

Acting as though he hadn`t discovered him; Lucifer went further in the forest away from the opponent, to decrease his vigilance. As the opponent chased him, he waited around a spot, to ambush him, when the opponent arrived at the location, he released Wrath Arts: Crescent Wave a technique specially created by him for close combat, afterimages of attacks were left when attacking the opponent causing him to be unable to differentiate from the real attack.

Combined with Lucifer hardened body, his attacks caused an impact similar to get hit by a small boulder, wherever, his fists landed bones and tendons tore, though even through all the pain, the opponent effectively dodged trying to escape, he used ice to incase Lucifer into a pillar. However, it was a faint by the opponent, getting instantly closer to Lucifer he lashed out with a strikingly crafted dagger, cutting a nice gash into his wrist, he severed some of Lucifer`s tendons.

To Lucifer it was nothing but a scratch even though he was losing a large amount of blood through his wound. The opponent had also inserted some ice essence into the wound wanting to freeze him from inside out. Lucifer unleashing flash storm landed barrages of punches upon, leaving chucks of flesh missing.

The opponent coughed a significant amount of blood before collapsing to the ground; during the entire duration of the fight he had barely used any essence solely relying on his physical skills to improve his mastery over the Wrath arts. The dagger was impaled into a nearby tree during the fight. Removing it he went over its sharpness, it`s was far superior to his katana and had an extremely sharp edge.

Inspecting the body, he found a small pouch, unzipping it he retrieved a large amount of pills stored with. They contained the scent of a mixture of herbs, putting them back in; he took the pouch for himself. Looking at the opponent`s unconscious body, he clasped the dagger in his hand, stabbing it repeatedly into his body, something inside him was growing, a seed of madness but the feeling it gave him when he inflicted the wounds was similar to a drug.

Carving out the heart, he sliced it into pieces before eating it. A new flavor filled his mouth, his thirst for blood ever growing; he felt the urge subside slowly.

His whistles resounded in the eerie night forest, his silhouette prowling the forest to feed his growing need. An hour past midnight he returned to the room covered in blood from head to toe. Silia peered at him from under her blanket.

“Did you enjoy you meal?” she revealed a crazed smile

“Not yet” he spoke softly

Getting out of her bed she displayed the nightgown before him, which exquisitely defined her above average figure. He took a shower before heading back to his bed where silia laid seductively, facing each other upon he could smell the scent of roses from her. They were so close that he could hear the thumping of her heart.

Bringing her face close to him, she gave a slight peck on his lips before moving back to her bed. Then she pointed to a spot beside his bed, five bodies of females were dumped there, their throats cleanly cut but their features were similar to dolls not a drop of blood on them.

“How do they look?” she asked like a child waiting for praise

“Like showcased dolls” he spoke

Silia blushed happily from the praise received by her companion. Her eyes contained insanity the likes he had never seen before, but that all the more interested him. He would not kill her yet. Lying atop his bed, the softness of the mattress caressed him into a light sleep, though his consciousness was alert waking at the moment of any threat.

Waking up early as per his daily routine, he engaged into an hour of cultivation gaining a level, hitting Lv.60, 15 more levels to the Transient rank. Opening his eyes, he noticed a warm sensation against his lips; Silia had once again taken a kiss. Her expression was that of glee as she stared at him.

Overnight she had grown more attached to him, looking at the sides of his bed he still noticed the corpses of the girls, their features still doll like. He wondered how did she preserve them so well, they didn`t smell decayed or rotten at all, Instead, had a light fragrance.

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