V3 Chapter 74

“I beg your pardon?”

Cian’s eyes narrowed menacingly.

“You should be free. That’s what I meant.”

Aanuel glared at him with cold indifference.

“You’re far more interesting when you first took over my body. Compared to now, you are so... different.” the Demon Prince muttered with a sense of regrettable nostalgia.

“You have no emotions then...instead, you have ambitions, you have the drive… a true demon took over. Though I was unaware, I was watching you with great interest. I learned a lot of things, I reflected a lot- I should haven’t done that. I should have done this- something like that. Everything around is free to our use, our right… but you…look at you now, C'est bien ennuyeux.”

When did he learn french?

Cian groaned.

"In just two years, you've changed...you've become rather, boring..."

“What’s boring about me? You know how difficult it is for me to clean up your messes, and that’s what you say about me? You have no idea how much I suffered because of you! Not to mention, you are even too weak.” Cian spouted back.

Aanuel chuckled, “Merci, but I stick to my words, Cian… because it’s true. You’ve fallen quite low. You took up that useless, something…something,”

The Demon Prince frowned and appeared thinking deeply, seemly trying to unearth whatever was in the depth of his mind, and it seems like he was trying really hard.

“Ah! Yeah, something, you know… a heart.” finally he remembered. And he spat that word with an expression as if he was disgusted.

Cian tilted his head in confusion.

“Hey, my dear brother, what’s with that expression? As if you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Because I don’t.”

Aanuel rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You know what you are! You know what we are! Emotion is the last thing we needed! We wanted. Haven’t our mother told us about that, all over and over again, Cherie? Emotions don’t fit us! We are murderers! Demons! Monsters! Devourers! Call us whatever you like! We don’t have hearts for mercy, for love… such a thing, we are devoid of it! We consumed! And we will only devour!”

“... …”

“We don’t have and, will never need of emotion…! It’s only weakness!”

“Of course, I know… I know that better than you, Aanuel! And don’t fucking call my mother, as if she was yours!”

“Because she is! You and I are the same now. We can never separate from each other, ever again. So your mother is mine, and mine is yours…not to mention you just fuck my mother, which I still have a lot of misgivings about that,”

Aanuel grunted.

Cian wanted to say something but found not to say and he groaned.

Aanuel smirk, “Well, forget about that. My point is, Cian, my dear brother, we don’t love people. We only love power, blood, sex, and well, your pizza fondness, in that order.”

“... …”

“And to lust, we don’t make love, we fuck. And I don’t care if the other party loves us back or not... but if we want to fuck, we get it. No questions asked, no emotions done."

"... ..."

"But you, what’s happening with you? You’ve become rather boring… what’s this shit about love and affection… what the fuck are you trying to become?” Aanuel growled like a threatening wild beast. "You're pissing me off with that girlish heart... I would have rather prefer you birthing feminine wiles, rather than a girly heart."

"You're wrong!"

"I am not mistaken, Cian. Along the way, you’ve strayed off the correct path, not knowing, nor understanding how. You’ve gained weakness, and pick them up as if you just strolling around in a shopping mall… the weakness piled up, and surrounded you-! And that makes you bloody weak!"

“I am not!”

“Don’t deny me,”

Aanuel scowled.

“… Or else, I might need to prove it by killing-”

“Don’t you dare fucking touch them or anyone by my side, Aanuel!”

Before Aanuel could finish what he’s saying, Cian suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed his collar. But the Demon Prince remained unperturbed. He smirked in contempt.

“See, you’ve become rather boring, Cian… you’ve become too soft! You’ve forgotten your vows as a Killer, as a murderer!”

Aanuel grinned while Cian grunted, though more like a growl of anger.

“Perhaps, that’s why I was summoned back from hell, because you... you’ve lost your touch. You needed me! You need me to fill up what you’ve lost.”

“And you really think that?”

Cian scowled before letting go of Aanuel’s collar.

“Hehehe, you understand that yourself, do you, cherie? But fear not, I don’t have any intention of disturbing your fun, as much as you shouldn’t disturb mine. You can play house as you like. After all, I know there are things that can only be done and earn from playing houses, which sadly is out of my hands. Sibylla, that little lass is indeed rather useful. She’s more loyal and useful to us, if you love her back, which is a sweet bargain. And there’s that girl, Amadea, that horny, innocent girl who knows nothing at all. Her power and abilities could be useful…oh don’t look at me like that, I’m just saying this from my point of view. From our, should have been a point of view…Cian Jekyll.”

“... …”

"Death is all around us, and so was our life. That is the meaning of freedom. My idiot siblings are against me, I know. Even the world for that matter. And that's why we need what we could get... allies, no, rather minions...I know that's also important. No matter how strong I became, I cannot conquer the world alone. And so, your ways, I will see to it till the end...you do what you do best... while I do mine."

"...you make it sound so easy,"

"Am I?"

Aanuel chuckled and swirled the red wine that was dyed like blood around the golden goblet and smirked, "The World is ours to take. However, no one said it would be easy...I'm not the same stupid prince as before, spoiled, and getting what he wants with a single word. The Gods are against us in this endeavor, and you are the only one I can trust, Cian. I don't trust Night. And so do you. That's why, don't worry, I'm not selfish enough to claim all the fun in this... small adventure of ours. You play in your own rules, have fun, just like how I will to mine...and so I'll gladly leave that shit-love-fuck for you- for there are things you can only do, that I can't. That's why...don't betray me, brother...or else, I might do something to bring the true you that I love so much."

“...don’t think I didn’t warn you from touching them, Aanuel.”

Cian said with a ferocious gaze.

Aanuel grinned; “You know that will of yours? It sometimes cracked me up,”

“Try me then,”

"Interessant." Aanyel grinned wickedly, “But I will set that aside for later, we have more pressing issues in our hands. And I want you to seat back on this…and I’m not asking,”

"... ..."

"You have your fun...and so, give this one to me. It's my turn,"

Aanuel's cold expression grin.

… …

“I’ve been waiting for this day, waiting for too long!!”

‘Cian’ grinned, full of arrogance.

“Foolish brother, to think you’ve lost your edge for something so silly like love! Power controls everything - and without power, you cannot protect anything; let alone yourself! Come, watch me! Wake the fuck up! This is reality! This is our reality!!”

“... …?!”

Cian felt the blood on his entire body flowed uncontrollably, breaking his capillaries, dyeing his eye and body hair with blood, increasing his nerve's temperature, causing his cells to boil and muscle to spit fire, blazing in incredible explosive power.

“HAHAHAHAHA!! Wolf King! Engraved my name in that damn head of yours, I am Aanuel! Rightful Heir of the Demon Throne!”

He then looks above him, with utter evil appearing on his visage.

“Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the tireless hand of time in the pursuit of absolute power, to which I now condemned myself, I, Aanuel shall bear witness upon your fall, Beast King! You are not qualified to stand before me with that unbroken pride of yours! SO KNEEL!”

Steam started rising from his skin, and everything seemed to slow down.

All of his five senses of hearing, touching, smelling, seeing, and tasting have reached the peak!

Blood Release.

A violent aura burst out from his body- the powerful momentum even suppressed the terror of the Wind Wolf King.

His blood boiled, becoming hotter, and hotter as if a fire has been ignited inside of him. His killing intent has also been unleashed, exploding with an incredible momentum as if it were about to take a physical shape.

The anger inside of him had slowly bubbled up.

Right now, at this very moment, Cian is like an ancient demon- the dormant violence inside his body has been completely awakened. However, for some unknown reason, the air around him stilled.

Cian who had broken his own physical limits stared at the Wind Wolf King as a snake would do. However, his body had not released any sense of killing, as if all the murderous intention a while ago had been but an illusion created from fear.

But, to people with keen observation, the smile had not reached on his eyes seemed to be full of terror. No one could be as discreet as he was. No one could disguise as entirely as he did. Killing intent cannot be easily released, or else it would startle the prey. That seems to what he was doing.

Yes. This is not a battle of life and death. This is hunting. And the Wind Wolf King is the prey.

The Wind Wolf King looks at him, and so is he.

One is an arrogant killer, a reaper who stolen countless lives, while one is the King of Beast who stood supreme among beasts.

Both of them look at each other- one is indifferent and cold, still and standing as if nothing could disturb him, like a rock standing against the waves. While the other is covered with furious monstrous killing intent, like a raging tidal wave that would destroy everything on its path.

A total opposite of each other, but we're now seeing eye to eye.

The ground shook, the forest tremble, seemly in fear.

When the Wind Wolf King let out a furious roar, it was the moment he moved.

“Hmph,” a snort echoed, seemly loud for some reason.

Cian Cahlo, no, real name: Cian Jekyll, with his hands stained with blood, the curse of the demon coursed through his veins—

—silently disappeared.

Faster than the speed of the bullet, the actions of the [Beast]. His hands which moved at speeds humans are unaware of traveled the distance that separates him and the Wind Wolf King in an instant.

Faster than the speed of sound, his claw condensed the friction caused by the atmosphere, he slashed down his claws, but with the enhanced bestial instincts of Wind Wolf King, the giant beast let out an angry howled, and ducked its body at the right moment, causing the claws to slid on its fur. Its jaw opened, and its dagger-like fangs mowed down.

However, Cian, knowing what would happen, twisted his body mid-air, with incredible, and absurd flexibility as if there were no bones on his body, and spin to dodge the attack. After dodging the terrible, deadly attack, he placed both of his hands on the ground and quickly kicked the large, horrifying jaw.

“Baang!”

Cian heavily kicked the Wind Wolf King’s jaw. But he saw the thick fur covering the beast’s body flashed with rays of lights, and that flash of light only slightly shook but the body of the beast king remained stable.

Wind Armor!

Cian frowned, but more so, grinned in excitement.

This barrier is the reason why despite all his full strength attacks, he hardly gives it a serious wound.

The passive effect of the Wind Armor spell in reducing the damage of his attacks was incredibly annoying. Still, with his venom slowly seeping through those wounds, the Wind Wolf King’s healing ability has also been reduced greatly, causing the wounds, despite shallow continued to bleed.

Slowly but surely, the Wind Wolf King would bleed to death at this rate, and his power would slowly weaken. And that’s Cian’s first step in winning this battle.

That’s why Cian was confident in his victory.

The Wind Wolf King exceeds him in every level- base strength, toughness, speed, and power, and magic, and spirit. However, he was not afraid, for he has skills.

What he lacks in attributes, he filled it up with skills.

The Monster King; Wind Wolf King is just one monster. But he… Cian is an amalgamation of dozens of monsters. It’s like fighting a group at the same time.

Cian saw the expanding claws of the beast and immediately raised his sword to block it, which quickly made their way to inflict damage to him.

With great force, he pushed the claws away, but the Wind Wolf King quickly swung them again violently and forcefully. At once, Cian’s Imagis Realis and the Wind Wolf King’s claws clashed repeatedly and constantly.

Collisions after collision occurred. The free energy of the entire area descended into a dull state in an instant. The battle of the two monsters caused the clear sky to become dark and for a moment, there was dead silence in the air. But then, a second after, like a stone being thrown into a quiet lake, transparent ripples of energy spread throughout the sky, running through till a few miles away.

In an instant two frightening energies violently erupted in the sky.

However, even once neither of the two monsters had gained an upper hand!

Cian frowned a bit as his sharp claws slashed forward. Ice cold energy was formed at the left claw while fiery blaze burned at the right claw. With his new enhanced state, he was slowly getting better and better in incorporation elemental magic on his attacks. Even the ice magic he had stolen from Asceius, though, not as strong as the original, was able to give him a new set of styles and attack methods.

Clank! Clank!

The sharp claws that can easily tear apart steel, slashed at the body of the Wind Wolf King, creating a clear sound in midair. However, the flashing slashes of the claws only left a number of red scars. These red scars were present for a short moment before they disappeared.

“Oh?!”

Though he had overwhelmed the beast king in speed and agility, his power is still lacking considerably to deal a fatal blow. Ignoring his attack, the Wind Wolf King swung its head, shooting a strong large pillar of swirling wind about half a meter in size from its mouth.

In this, Cian only sweeps his black-dyed leg in the air and several flame and lightning arcs shot out, canceling the monster’s attacks.

BOOOM!

“Gu—!?”

A sudden explosion and the Wind Wolf King were sent flying backward.

However, Cian was also not unharmed. He was pushed back by seven to eight meters away from the impact, and he nearly staggered down. Half of his face was red with blood coming from his forehead as a severe cut appeared on it. His left arm broken and dangling to his side, he seemed to have injuries all over his body.

The worst part was his arm as his flesh and blood were in terrible shape.

Large cut wounds could be seen covering his arm and blood seeped continuously from it.

Cian floated in the air with a white glow beaming down from the sky. It looked like a giant spotlight shining on him. Golden lightning filled his body and his aura was getting more and more powerful.

“Now, you better entertain me more, or else there’s going to be trouble!”

He grinned, despite the fatal wound he had suffered.

"Do make me enjoy this,"

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