On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

“Demon God, huh? You said some pretty interesting things….” I look at Scott in ridicule, in hope that it will force more information out of his mouth. It does, fortunately.

“We know what you Cursed Creations are planning. All of you are making a Demon with a Destruction Origin so it could be the vessel of the Demon God, aren’t you!?”

What happens, actually, is the opposite. We are preventing the birth of that kind of Demon since we don’t want to be wiped out like anybody in this world; the Demon who has that accursed Origin only knows how to destroy—the world and himself.

Still, what Scott said cannot be dismissed easily. I believe that we are not doing what humans think we are doing because Ilschevar told me so.

I don’t put my trust wholly in Ilschevar—no matter how honest he seems to me—because I am sure he hides a few things from me. I am sure, however, he will not cultivate the Demon both humans and we are afraid of.

While it is tempting to think that he is cultivating the Demon with Destruction Origin to be the vessel of the Demon God, considering what kind of shitstorm we will let ourselves into, he will never do that. Ilschevar has a brain, so I believe he won’t risk it.

‘But…there is Millonia, who he has been keeping on his side for a long time.’

The Seed of Darkness, I believe, is the Demon God’s trace of power; I have no base for that belief other than its profoundly menacing name. Given that assumption, there is a high possibility that she is the vessel of the Demon God.

She also fits the description of how the Demon with Destruction Origin behaves. She almost demolished the entire Verniculos by herself, which forced Ilschevar to Seal her…. The problem is, she is not a Demon; she doesn’t have an Origin.

‘So…what the heck is Millonia?’ I sigh to end my unnecessary musing and then focus my attention on Scott. “Ha-ah…you say some pretty interesting information, huh? Don’t you know that our God is your God too? He was the one who made us, wasn’t he? We are HIS Cursed Creation.”

Scott widens his eyes as if he has just realized he has been played by his sweet girlfriend. He then glares at me in hatred, quickly dismissing the fact that he has indeed been played.

Swish!

He disappears in a flash as soon as he kicks the ground. I can’t see where he goes and I can’t tell where he is since his presence is evenly distributed to the whole room.

Immediately forsaking the thought of looking for him, I chose to lure him out: I send a fireball to the still unconscious Raymond. Lo and behold, the idiot comes out of the corner of the room like a rat waiting to be smacked.

He runs to Raymond’s side as fast as he can and then blocks the fireball. Although the fireball explodes upon contact, he remains unshaken and unharmed.

He must think that my plan has failed, so when I appear before him as soon as his vision clears up, he can’t help yelping, “Holy shit!”

I thrust Rexorem forward, piercing through his armor and his abdomen. I didn’t intend to do this much damage to him but he is too weak to create a Barrier that is strong enough to block Rexorem.

‘Absorb!’ I command. ‘Slowly, though.’

I immediately point Rexorem down and plant it on the wooden floor, pinning the idiot, Scott. Rexorem slowly absorbs his blood, prompting him to writhe in agony and terror.

“AAAAAACK!!!”

“Geez, dude. You sound like a pig about to get raped,” I remark as I massage my ear, which doesn’t hurt at all.

“AAAAA—hmph…!”

I cover Scott’s mouth with my hand to silence him. “Shut up, whiny bitch. Raymond is asleep—you are going to wake him up!”

The sheer horror I can see in his eyes provokes the corner of my lips to raise. I soon regain my composure, however, so I clear my throat and look at him seriously.

“Sinner, Scott Walker, ’tis time for thee to face justice,” I say with my deepest and most solemn voice. “Speak, hast thou slept with a fizgig clept Brianna?”

“The…fuck are you…talking about…!?”

“Shit, you are not into literature, huh? This is a play, idiot—a play!” I grumble in mock annoyance. “Anyway, have you banged that chick? Mike said everyone had entered her.”

Ptooi!

A spit is flying at me and, with my awesome reflex, I dodge it. “F-F-Fuck you…, bitch! We have tasted that bitch more than—keuk!… you had!”

“Man, at least, don’t stammer,” I sneer. “Moving on, how many times hast thou beaten the life out of the victim, Layland Kleinhaus?”

“F-Fuck…you!”

“Correct! Two hundred and thirty-three times!” The number I said is, of course, a random number but that doesn’t matter since it is nothing but a formality. “Hereupon, I, as the supreme judge, bestow thee thy first punishment!”

Using the extremely weakened version of [Death Blow], I punch Scott in the face, neck, chest and abdomen as many times as the number I said. I almost break his skull, destroyed his nose, combined his teeth and lips, caved his chest in, crushed his ribcage and mushed his viscera.

To simply describe his current appearance, he looks like shit.

Crack!

I slap Scott’s face to wake him up. “Sinner, sleepest not! This supreme judge hath not done yet!”

Scott can only grunt unintelligibly as he looks at me with his almost popped-out eyes. Being looked like that feels horridly uncomfortable, so I slap him once again and then stand up.

As I approach the sleeping idiot Raymond, Teanosvera whispers to me. “Are you sure you want to show this to the girls, Master? I can show them none but darkness.”

“Let them see, Teanosvera. I just don’t want them to hear what I say—I don’t mind them seeing what I do,” I answer as I kneel to wake Raymond up. “Ah, are you perhaps worried that their views on me may change? That doesn’t matter. I am a Demon, not a human.”

“Pardon my insolence for asking.”

Teanosvera seems to have misunderstood the kind way I treat the girls as my way to be seen as a kind and benevolent person. I treat them that way because there is no need to antagonize them; I don’t care if they hate me as long as they are useful to me.

Being kind? I may be one day but not now. The desire to exact revenge—the darkness still clouds my heart. The light will illuminate it one day but, for now, I will see nothing but darkness. I may not do horrible things much but I am not kind.

Thump!

I punch Raymond on the side of his cheek, waking him up from his slumber. He looks at me in confusion at first but then widens his eyes in horror as soon as he remembers what happened and what is currently happening.

Before he can say or do anything, I grab his throat and then lift him off the ground. I observe his state, meanwhile, he is flailing his feet around as his hands try to pry my hand off his neck…he doesn’t succeed.

“Ah, now I am sure that your Special Ability is ‘Regeneration’ or whatever its name is,” I remark upon noting the disappearance of the injuries he sustained. “What is your Class anyway? Punching Bag? Is that even an existing Class?”

My skill in trash-talking has improved but, unfortunately, there is no merit in riling the shithead up. He is way too weak to let Pride do its Magic. Killing him gives me nothing other than amusement. No Power-up.

When Raymond gargles and his feet stop flailing around, I let go of his neck, allowing him to fall to the ground. He pants on all fours, coughing from time to time as he inhales the oxygen he lacks.

I pull on his hair and then drag him to the pulpy human, Scott. Upon arriving on Scott’s side, the sheer horror his entire existence is emitting is enough to almost make me laugh; I don’t, however, since I am a gentleman who knows when to act serious…I am messing around, of course.

“Ku-Ku-Ku. This is not my best masterpiece but it is still impressive, isn’t it?”𝑜𝔳𝓵xt.𝗇𝓔t

“W-What…have you done?” Raymond asks weakly; his voice is trembling in terror. “How can you be this—”

“Cruel? Dude, you almost gave me, a fatherless and poor kid, brain damage when you smashed my head into the wall. Don’t you think that was cruel? It was, wasn’t it? Then, don’t complain. It is just payback.”

Scott’s body is almost dried up. Rexorem’s absorption rate is still commendable even though he has toned it down quite a lot, it seems.

“Do you know where Mark is?”

“….”

“Ah, I see. That doesn’t matter anyway. I will find and kill him myself.”

“You won’t be able to kill him,” Raymond retorts in conviction. “He is trained by the best Swordmaster in the Kingdom, Alivert Storm. That man can cut a mountain with a swing of his sword and Mark has almost beaten him in their spars. You—”

“Hush…. Don’t worry about me, Raymond. I will be able to kill him. Do you want to see how I blow up a mountain with my sword?” I ask playfully but seriously, causing Raymond to gulp nervously. “Well, there is no mountain here, so, I guess this building will do.”

“Huh?”

I bash Raymond’s head into the wooden floor and tell Teanosvera to cancel the Isolation Spell he cast on the room. Everything goes back to normal in a matter of seconds.

Putting my hand on Rexorem’s hilt, I discharge the Mana I have amassed in it. The building explodes, turning everything to pieces.