Chapter 144 - 133

At that the blinding light engulfs his form once more, leaving barely the dark silhouette visible to those who dared stare straight into the light, and the form that unfolds before my eyes is as familiar as it is different.

It is humanoid, but something in the aura tells that is far from it, weirdly enough having the same face as his 'Cain' form, but only those similarities remain for the skin is a few tones paler, the hair oddly cut so that the upper part gives the complete impression of being cut short by the shoulders, only for a long hair to make its way at the back, hiding depending on the angle you looked at him.

Oh, and of course, I can't forget to mention the huge pair of white, fluttering in the wind wings, which prompts him upward as he hovers mid-air, giving even more of an impact as those huge wings move in the air, gushing the air into our faces.

Before he or us say anything, however, those bright eyes, now the color of obsidian black that creates a sharp contrast to his pale white figure, making the eyes shine even more, like puppy eyes, let's escape a single tear on the right eye that slowly draws down Cain's cheek and chin and when he finally reacts and reaches up to it, looking at the hand and the teardrop on it like he has seen a ghost, the first genuine reaction appears on his face since we have met for what I can tell.

A deep expression appears on his face, a mix of anger, confusion, sadness even, making him clench his fist with strength and his jawline to tense up.

And yet such odd scene does not stop there, for the lonely tear changes color and does not stop falling, as if that single one has open up space for a flow to follow, but beyond that is the fact that is it not water anymore but a tick red blood that smears his white milky face, which only intensifies the tension on the Demon Lord's body as he tries to clean it up in a feverish way that only redness his appearance and hands more.

"You… what have you made me do?!" He starts mumbling, closing his fist over his eyes, and the one pure image of an angel that he had at first starts to crumble as the wings start bleeding too, the thick substance flowing in between the feathers and soaking them into it so the once white wings are now completely red and dripping blood, giving the illusion of increasing its already big size even further. 

"If you had just obeyed like the rest but no, you had to face me, be so f.u.c.k.i.n.g stubborn, if you had bond down I wouldn't have to… I wouldn't dare to… how-how DARE YOU!" Suddenly the Demon King stops mumbling and screams, taking his hands away from his face and opening his wings fully, a crazy look in his eyes that tells me that all his restrain and self-control have crumbled under this form, which intrigues and worries me in the same level.

"You hound, you of all people should know how I feel, you should understand! So why, even if you have done it once, even if you yourself had been a True Terror among the other races, why do you fight against me now?! Is that it? Is this some kind of sick joke? Does my suffering amuse you? So how can you have changed this much? How can you be on the other side? HOW?! I have come to admire you once, you know, how against all odds you still fought for what you thought was right, on how you won against all odds, and yet this intrusive elf managed to change that, managed to change you, but what about me? What am I left with? How can you have all this and I, I am… no, I see, you, I hate you, despise you, how can you have what I don't have anymore? I see, I need to change that, I will change that, I will destroy everything you love until you are at the deepest parts of hell with me again. I may have lost everything, but I'll not lose to you! I will bring you down with me, we will continue your work, yes, I will make you continue your work, no, we will go further beyond, yes! Why stop on humans, why stop at all?" At that he is shaking, talking nonstop in a sick rumbling of loose words and thoughts, and once he looks down at us with livid eyes and a creepy smile on his face he suddenly seems to come to a conclusion, talking as if tasting each and every word:

"I will destroy… everything."

At that the blood on his wings simply shotts out like a mix of spears and wh.i.p.s, so many and with such disparity in behavior that makes it hard to dodge.

The only problem is that…they are not aiming at me, but at Leonel!

All these attacks at once, not even his chain or wind counter will manage to get rid of it all, so out of instinct I jump up in front of him and face the attack head-on, my bigger body protecting him from any attack that manages to trespass as I breath a fan of bright fire right in front of me, the very high temperature dissolving some of the blood but not all as they crisscross my skin with wounds.

At the endless attack I start to run out of air to feed the flame, but knowing that it is the only defense we have against the many sharp red arrowheads aiming at us I close my eyes and tension my body to keep going as much as I can, but sooner than later I have to let go.

And I do.

Waiting for the sharp pain to hit me I close my eyes and finally breathe in, but the only thing I feel is the wind by my side and a slashing motion while it hits flesh, and a howl of pain at the front.

When I open my eyes I receive the image of the Demon King with a hand on his cheek, blood smearing out, and a livid building up rage that visibly increases in his eyes.

"H-H-HOW DARE YOU HURT THIS FACE! I WILL KILL YOU KILL KILL KILL! AUGHT!" 

Only at that point I finally see the Demon King live up to his name, truly looking like the devil himself as he howls an animalistic scream.