255 Halkion (2)

The first emotion I felt when I was born was fear.

Hiiq!

What, what is this monster?

When I first opened my eyes.

I saw a demon staring down at me.

Their expression is disgusting.

Shit! Whoops!

Ouweeee!

They looked up at themselves and lifted up their hearts.

He did not have eyes as many as they did, nor wriggling tentacles and perforated skin like mold.

Hey, I think this is a monster.

They called themselves demons.

A beast, not a demon.

A beast without intelligence and reason.

Being that moves with instinct, living with instinct.

I've never seen such horrible monsters...

A disgusting look. A voice full of hostility.

'I….'

I curled up.

I prayed.

I prayed desperately.

I begged him not to bother me, not to hurt me.

'I didn't do anything wrong.'

Kill him! Kill him!

That disgusting bastard! Kill him quickly!

Spilled attacks.

I didn't know.

I couldn't understand why they hated themselves like that.

But the thing is, it hurts a lot when they get hit by an attack they spill.

Running away. Born a monster, running away was not slow. I fled desperately, squeezing my whole strength.

Follow me!

We can't let him grow up. They're following us.

I trampled myself and beat my flesh.

It hurt.

It was unbearably painful.

"Don't... harass me, please."

I petitioned.

Above all, I pleaded earnestly.

What are you talking about?

According to them, monsters are like beasts that fly without intelligence.

No despair, no fear.

If you think of yourself as an enemy, a monster that runs without covering its front and back.

That was what they called a "monster."

"Argh, Argh."

That's what I'm saying.

He himself did not.

There was no madness, no cruelty to devour the enemy.

I was terrified of all the words they were saying, the look of hatred toward me.

No running, no running, no running.

They followed their backs.

The same goes for the first time we meet. The demons who saw themselves were groping together and attacking.

Life was terror. It was fear, it was pain.

Everyone in the world cursed themselves.

A series of nightmares that will never end.

Eventually.

"You're trying to harass me, aren't you?"

He's crazy.

I couldn't stand it without going crazy.

Killed everything that was coming in horror and madness.

I knew I'd die if I didn't.

"Argh, Argh."

We have a habitat.

I realized that if I curled up inside the sturdy fence that I had built, no other demon would come.

But it is.

"Argh!!"

The wound didn't heal.

Their fingertips, which saw themselves, did not catch the abhorrent look in their head.

I yearned.

He looked at himself and hoped that he would not be afraid, nor would he be disgusted.

But no matter how much time passes.

It took a hundred years.

It took a thousand years.

Ten thousand years later.

Those did not appear.

He himself had always been a subject of horror, an abhorrent being.

The Goulet of Nightmares that doesn't change.

"Argh, black."

I shed tears. I curled up and wept inside the sturdy fence that I had built.

Like everything else, squeezing tears didn't change anything.

That's it...

Too much time has passed.

* * *

"Hahahahaha!!!"

The sound of frenzied laughter echoed everywhere.

She grabbed the bottom of her trousers in the downpour.

"Really? Am I really pretty?"

A desperate, desperate voice.

Like a congregation longing for salvation, she looked up at him with eager eyes.

"Oh, well. It is, though."

Rain looked down at her with an embarrassing look.

I answered reflexively.

Unexpected aggressive response. No, it was a reaction that went beyond the active to the madness.

"Ah, ah."

Halkion wept, groping his face with both hands.

It's like being addicted to drugs.

The sound of laughter mixed with pleasure, whooping and madness burst out again.

"No way."

There was one possibility in the head of the rain.

I saw Balok still throwing up on the floor.

Scenarios were drawn in my head as to what the hell was going on.

'I've never heard of beauty in the first place.'

From a demon's point of view, if Halkion seems to have the most horrible appearance.

In a hell filled with demons, she would never have heard of beauty.

'That's not all.'

Just because I've never heard of beauty doesn't mean I can't even react like that.

'Trauma.'

From the demon's point of view, an unpaired appearance was most likely to have left her with deep trauma.

No, if it hadn't been traumatized in the first place, that reaction wouldn't make sense right now.

She would have been betrayed, and would have been subject to hatred and hatred.

"This is…."

The rains opened their eyes thin.

The mouth twists up.

'I can use it to eat.'

It is not difficult to guess what Halkion went through.

Stories are complex, and there are no unexpected reversals.

'It's obvious.'

It can be expected. I can imagine.

Then it is not difficult to use it.

'The important thing is.'

The value of using Halkion.

I didn't even have to think about it for long.

'It's unconditional if you put it down right now.'

I had a lot to ask Halkion.

From how the ancient monsters came to Earth to information about the ancient monsters that are now emerging from hell and the abnormal behavior of the 'King of Demons' Behemoth.

'That's not all.'

After Magi stats reached 150, it became temporarily impossible to absorb other targets' magi with the power of predation.

Of course, if you condense a corpse like Belfegor and make Margie's crystal, you can eat it later.

'But.'

Magi control does not stretch like a rubber cord, but it builds up slowly through training exercises. It is inefficient to build up Magi crystals.

Even if it's Belpegor right now, I don't know when I can eat it.

'Well, I don't know if I can awaken.'

It is not Kim Shi Hoon, nor is it good to design a future based on awakening.

"Argh, Argh. All right, thank God. I'm so glad..."

A halkion that tears with emotion.

The rain looked at her with a grave look.

'Consequently.'

It is far more advantageous to attract her as an ally than to kill her right now and make her Magi's decision.

I mean, you don't have the power, but if you just put your physical specs down, it's the power that overwhelms the Grand Duke.

'Good.'

Rain smiled at the feeder.

I set a goal, and I know how.

There was no reason to hesitate.

"Really? You're not lying, are you?"

Halkion raises his eyes in anxiety with his hands together.

Rain reaches out with a gentle smile on the mouth.

I put my hand on her cheek.

"Umm…."

Rain briefly floated.

I saw Halkion's face pale and fluttering.

"It's not that pretty again."

"Ah…."

Short elasticity flowed out of Halkion's mouth.

A sigh of regret and relief.

Rain smiled. As expected.

'It's rather negative to say it's unconditionally pretty here.'

It is a simple matter.

If there's someone who's lived a lifetime listening to you say you're ugly.

If someone comes to him one day and praises him for being so beautiful, can you really believe it?

'No way.'

Humans, demons, demons. It doesn't matter.

Self-protection is an instinct if you are a sentimental creature.

You're naturally vigilant. To someone who says' nonsense lies'.

"Well, yes. I mean, I can't be pretty."

On Halkion's cheek, clear tears pour down.

"I'm... ugly, disgusting..."

The voice becomes smaller as if connecting horses themselves is harassing.

Rain snow shines.

'Now.'

When there's a psychological flexion.

This is your chance now.

"No, that's not it."

I say decisively.

"Yes…?"

"It's not disgusting and ugly. Well, I don't know what I've heard so far, but at least it doesn't look that way in my eyes."

"Ah…."

"It's not bad to see you again. Neither ugly nor disgusting."

Rain wiped Halkion's tears with a smile.

There is no need to overdo it. No, rather, it should not be excessive.

What Halkion truly yearns for is not something that will tell him he is' beautiful '.

'What I really want is a job.'

Being that doesn't say 'disgusting' to yourself.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

That is all.

That little, tiny thing that doesn't seem that hard.

But for her, it would be salvation without both.

"Uh-uh, uh-uh."

Tears poured down my cheeks.

She's trembling with a tune.

"Goma, wow. Thank you very, very much."

Halkion trembled.

Grasping the hem of my clothes, I shed tears without further ado.

The rain shifted her gaze more slowly than she looked down.

'Not yet.'

Not enough.

99% finished puzzles. The last piece should be filled in.

Balok, get up.

I took out the communicator and murmured in a small voice.

Balok, who had fallen to the ground and was vomiting, stumbled up.

[Chuckles] It's dangerous, Demon King!!]

Seeing Halkion clinging to the rain, he clasped his feet with an urgent voice.

Straggler armor. Black Magi armor wrapped around his arm.

"Argh...!"

Halkion closes his eyes.

Her body trembles again pitifully.

Vallock's fist, which awakened the Straggler, was not an attack that could stop her immediately before the depletion caused by the battle against the rains.

The rains slowly raised their hands.

Qaaaaaaaah!!

Right next to Halkion's head.

If it is even 0.1 seconds late, it closely stops Balok's fist when his head explodes.

[Don't, Demon King?]

"It's not a very dangerous situation, so stay still."

Halkion looks up at him with his crooked eyes.

"Ah…."

A short elasticity adds strength to the hand that grabs his hem.

Baloch said, making the impression that it was hard to see Halkion.

[Demon King... Is that monster okay?]

'Yes.'

It's a question I was expecting.

Rain was speaking in a heavy voice. The last piece is ready to complete the puzzle.

"I don't know."

"……."

Halkion looks up at him with anxious eyes.

"Unlike what I've heard from you, it doesn't feel very ugly."

Put down the last piece of the puzzle.

"Is this a little weird for my eyes? I'm a little prettier."

[Hmph...]]

"It looks like 'only in my eyes'."

The rains shrugged and shifted my gaze to Halkion.

I felt a change in her gaze at myself.

'Yes.'

The only one who told me he wasn't disgusting.

If only the eyes of that being were a little special.

If only 'that being' was the one who didn't disgust himself.

"Phew. Once the subjugation stops, Balok. Let's get back here."

"Hey, there!"

Halkion raises his head.

In her voice I felt desperate.

It's natural.

If there was only one person in the world who wouldn't say that he was disgusting and would cut off the Goulet of Nightmares that I thought would continue forever.

'Even by offering everything.'

I will not miss that only salvation.

"Take me, please! Well, I'll do whatever it takes. Wow, I won't even cry. Please... please... please, don't abandon me. I'm sorry I attacked you earlier. I won't do that in the future. Poetry, I'll do whatever you say. So, please..."

A cry close to desperation.

My eyes are so desperate that I feel madness.

The rain slowly turned its head.

'Yes.'

A satisfactory smile was made on the price of the mouth.

Of course, it would not be right in the moral sense.

The devil's point of view was that she was actually beautiful, and it is not true that she is the only Savior who says she is not ugly.

'But.'

I don't intend to tell her the whole truth.

In the first place, the purpose of doing this annoying work was not to save her.

It's not to get you out of a painful nightmare.

'What I need.'

I want to listen to myself.

Following my own words.

Thinking only of me.

Just for me.

'Die for me.'

I just needed that kind of presence.

"Well, good."

Rain smiled.

"I'll take you."

"Ah…."

Happiness rose in Halkion's eyes.