Chapter 200: Broken Fragments of the same soul (a)

While looking at the red giant that had raised its hands against him not once but multiple times, The crimson one scowled, saying the following words in a merciless voice "I, the Tenth Ruler of the Throne, the Ruler of Blood and the harbinger of Crimson Nights, strip you, a being I made out of my flesh and soul, from all the rights I had granted you in the past."

An instant after he said those words, the body of the red giant suddenly came to a halt, and then it dropped to the ground with limbs arranged in weird positions, making it appear like a broken doll. The crimson one snapped his fingers, a cruel expression coloring his face. Immediately after, the red giant's body convulsed, then rapidly swelled to ten times its size, eventually exploding, a mess of blood splashing on the solid but soft water surface. The blood rolled up to his feet, and he lowered his head to look at it, sadness welling up in his heartless body.

Three rays of light charged out of the red giant's remain; a blade-like fragment, a pea-sized crimson orb, and a name tag with a single word on it.

They hovered up to the crimson one's figure, causing his bestial gaze to turn towards them. When he looked at them, his eyes turned gentle as if they reminded him of peaceful and beautiful times, ones that he could never return to anymore.

"Mother." A single word left his mouth. It carried immense sadness, one enough to make any eavesdroppers feel downcast. However, the madness swirling inside of him crushed all other emotions, including the sadness welling up in his crimson flesh. Immediately, his gaze hardened. What was left behind was cruelty, a burning desire to destroy all of creation, and a hint of rationality. It was as if he was born for destruction and nothing else mattered. He opened his mouth and consumed all three things. A one in a non-human language appeared on his forehead. Furthermore, he regained 1-10th of his power. He regained the power to turn blood into iron.

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Vincent, who had blanked out and was plummeting down into the depths of the ocean, felt immense pain when the red giant died, one antagonizing enough to cause his eyes to snap open. He felt dizzy, a demonic ringing deafening his consciousness as blood trickled out of his eyes and the mark in his eyes vanished, causing a soul-tearing pain to assault his senses.

Although it was painful enough to make one believe that death would be better than living, he barely budged, and instead, he felt a strange sense of loss that proved more painful than the pain assaulting his senses. It was as if he had lost something precious to him; it was as if he had lost a part of his heart; it was as if he was a child who had suddenly lost his beloved toy!

His eyes widened, intense sadness vivid in his teary eyes. The water in his surrounding swept away his tears, and as the emotions in both of his hearts intensified, making him feel extremely heavy, he instinctively opened his mouth to breathe out his sadness. However, as he was underwater, his actions led to him gurgling, causing a string of bubbles to rise from his mouth.

"My weak and pathetic self, how long are you going to wallow in self-pity and sadness?" A taunting voice from above the water surface reached Vincent's ears.

His black eyes turned crimson once again. He didn't know the origin of the crimson one, but he was sure about one thing, he needed to kill that bastard! Otherwise, he would kill him. All his sadness at the loss of Asura turned to rage, giving him immense strength. A power based on hatred and murderous desires was not something humane, but he didn't only have human blood coursing through his veins. In simple words, his dark emotions fulfilled a condition of his vampiric blood which in turn fueled his strength.

For a while, it was silent enough to get on one's nerves, and then air bubbles suddenly rose below the feet of the crimson one. His eyes narrowed into a smile as Vincent ferociously swam up to the water surface, and with a single punch, broke through it, leaping out of it.

"Down you go!" He had only emerged from the water, when in that very moment, the crimson one ruthlessly appeared above him in the blink of an eye, then stomped on his head, throwing him back into the water. The force behind the attack caused him to plunge deep into the water. However, he immediately started to kick and kick into the water, propelling himself to a different direction before swimming back up and getting out of the water.

"Cough!" He coughed out a mouthful of water while gasping for fresh air. His flesh soaked from head to toe and his clothes sticking close to his skin made him feel uncomfortable. But worse than that were the purple bruises on his pale skin.

A moment later, he heard the sound of footsteps, and he immediately raised his head, only to see the crimson one walking up to him. Although he was feeling weak, dead tired even, he used his hatred as a source of power, and then he immediately stood up. He didn't want to appear weak to his enemy.

The crimson one shook his head in disappointment. Vincent was nothing but an injured beast trying to appear strong and intimidating. He clicked his tongue to express his emotions.

In the very next moment, he disappeared from Vincent's gaze. How and why was he so fast, he didn't know. And before he could even think of something, the crimson one popped up in front of him and struck a fist on his chest.

Crack~ the sound of bones cracking echoed as Vincent's face contorted in pain.

"Ugh!" A painful moan escaped his gaping mouth and then came out mouthfuls of blood. His ribcage had shattered, and his bones had stabbed into his lungs and other organs.

The crimson one revealed a pleasant smile, almost as if he was not hearing the outcry of pain but a beautiful melody that soothes one soul, something only the demons would take joy in hearing!