Sprinting away like a bat out of hell, I could see Yura munching on my steak, her eyes glimmering under the moonlight. She stared at me for a second before grinning with a victorious expression.
Snorting, I sat down sulking; Yura was far quicker than me, trying to catch her was but a wishful dream. Closing my eyes, I begrudgingly began slowly gathering qi from heaven and earth. With each breath, unrefined Qi flooded my body.
Deep dark Qi wrapped around my dantian like a mist slowly growing thicker, pulsing like that of a heartbeat. A great warmth shook my body as the mark on my shoulder began to match the pulse of my dantian.
I smiled, feeling an invisible barrier around my dantian, pushing the Demonic Sacrilege Cultivation Technique to my limit without losing control. Qi from the world rushed into me as a profound burst sounded deep within my ears.
Staring at my dantian, I saw the massive black mist shine expanding to almost twice its size. My muscles began to tighten as an unbecoming demonic light flickered from my dantian before vanishing.
With a burst of pearly laughter, I arose with a proud expression, "Second Stage of Qi Condensation."
Yura had appeared with a troubled expression as she stared at me. Her amethyst eyes flicked as I could feel a concealed killing intent. With an arched grin of that of a demon, I stared deeply into her eyes, "Will this be a problem...Yura," I inquired feeling her judging gaze.
Hearing my sinister voice, Yura glimmered with violent light, "A mortal wielding the power of a Prince of Hell, how do you think this will end. How long do you think that sanity of yours will last." she coldly sought.
Hearing her question, memories of my past life flickered by, causing me to laugh aloud, "Sanity? AHAHAHAH, From the day of my birth, there was only darkness. The light at the end of the tunnel as long faded, leaving only the darkness. Sanity?" I scoff; who needed such things.
Turning my back, I stepped into the darkness of night, "Yura, decide. You have enough information. Will you stand with a demon, or will you walk free. Clinging to whatever hope you have for the future."
Blending my body with the darkness, I flickered away, leaving a bewildered young girl alone. I did not have the patience nor energy to play such an annoying game with a child. Soul Bender or not, she is still an ignorant girl.
Staring into the darkness, I drew my spear, preparing to hunt. The night was my domain, and the light of this world had left gifting me with darkness. Chanting the Demonic Sacrilege Mantra, a deep hunger awakened within me as I charged out.
That night blood flooded Serien like a river as I laid waste to everything that walked this world, sparing nothing. I did not lose control but rather welcomed the madness with open arms. Why fight what I was.
I had murdered in my past life; age had not mattered, whether they be a month or a hundred years of age, Men, Women, Children, I killed without discrimination. The last words they spoke, the smell of their breath, the fear that hung around their necks like a noose, the sounds they made on my table, I remember it all.
I now know it's wrong, but why should it be wrong. Why is murder wrong? Who makes those calls? We kill to survive. We kill for love. We kill for just about anything. Yet, why is murder so... I do not ask for forgiveness, for I do not seek it. My path is set. While I may not be as deprave as my previous life, I will not stop.
Pushing the blood that covered my eyes away, I howled with laughter—the feeling of freedom that was finally within my reach. My eyes had already lost their golden shine, only radiating crimson. My blood boiled with joy while the demonic mark of sacrilege shined, compelling me to slaughter more.
Hungry for blood and war, I pushed forward, feeling a powerful adversary before me. Its cold ruby red eyes staring at me. A cold shiver ran through me as I stared at the massive bear-like creature wielding a massive razer sharp ax.
Its body covered with fur and muscles, pulsing with an aura of a peak tier two monster. Releasing a vicious howl, the bugbear charged with absolute madness. Seeing the massive ax spinning towards me at an impeccable velocity, I ducked in a hurry. The rush of wind scaring my face as I smiled viciously, thrusting my spear deep into his crimson eye.
"DIEEEEEE!!!"I bellowed as blood splatted, its maddening roar echoing throughout the Forest of Serein.
Jerking my spear way, I licked the blood from his eyes, enjoying the sweet blood of anger and adversity. The bugbear stomped around wildly, swinging his ax faster than what I could perceive, but my body was somehow reacting as if my eyes were lying to me.
Trusting my senses, I stepped forward, sidestepping the ax, threatening to split me in half, blood splattered from my chest as the blade nicked my skin, yet a rush of ecstasy permeated me as my spear began bending and twisting like a serpent striking at its prey.
Crimson rain filled our bodies as we roared at each other, enjoying the madness of death's grip; blacklight shrowded my body as I flickered using my movement arte appearing right above the bugbear.
With a powerful thrust, my spear pierced its eyes, blinding it completely. Not waiting for the bugbear to react, my spear showered in blacklight shot through its neck. Blood gushed as I twisted my spear, watching it slowly gargle on its own blood as the light within its eyes slowly faded.
"HAHAHAHAA,' Hysterical laughter flooded from my mouth as I bend down laughing like a mad man.
"KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILLLKILLKILLKILLKIILLL"
With crimson eyes, I coldly carved the already dead bugbear into pieces before looking for my next prey. I had not lost control. No, this was the real me; this is my path. The Path of Sin is what I chose.
I continued forward with a trail of blood and gore following behind as the light hung high in the sky. Feeling the rays of sunlight, I sneered, gazing hatefully at the morning star.
Snorting, I released a deep breath of impure air, relaxing my tense muscles. Looking around, I frowned, scratching my head,
"Damn it; I'm lost," I shouted aloud.
Shugging my shoulders, I cultivated a few hours recharging my empty dantian. Staring at the newly filled dantian, I chuckled before soft voices filled my ears.
Looking a few meters away, I laughed, seeing some of my fellow classmates. Charging out, I smiled as greeting them with an elegant smile, "Fellow sisters, can you help me,"
THey eyes grew wide as they drew their weapons, "STOP DEMON!!"
Pausing in bewilderment, I suddenly laughed, remembering that my entire body was drenched in blood and gore. Shaking my head, I slightly bowed, " My name is Arsène Snow, son of Duke Val Snow."
Suddenly a familiar girl stepped out a shiver as she stared into my now golden eyes, "...Do you remember who I am?" a girl with pink hair asked with a scared expression.
Nodding, I quickly checked my Mind Palace, " How could I forget such a beauty like yourself? Well met, Ava Silmor." I said, sending a wink towards her, "How have you been?"
