His eyes glowed blood red, his pupils dilated and the tips of his fingers glowed white.

“Bang”.

A hole in his chest appeared, the only left of him was just his head, a focused form of pure energy like an ultimate dimension except crystallized into a bullet like shape, using time magic, they are further sped up until they reached the speed of light.

Time began once more, Neila walked towards the disembodied head, picking it up by its hair.

“You had your blood vessels reconnect yourself so I figured that you couldn’t regenerate out of nothing”.

He stared blankly right into Neila’s eyes.

“What are you going to do now”?

“I’m putting you in the freezer, you’re going to be emergency rations if we ever get in a famine”.

“You maggot, how dare you”.

His head rolled towards Yuki’s shaking feet, she was curled up, blood on her face, her mouth wide open and her hands frozen.

“Are you some kind of genocidal maniac”!?

“They’re Demons and your aunt is paying me for this anyways”.

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“Why’re you even doing this!? Aren’t you the least bit scared”?

“I have no purpose, no reason to exist only to kill demons”.

Right after Zeus battle, just when they returned back to Japan was when Neila met her.

“Sir you’re not allowed here, you look like you might be too young”.

He stared right into his eyes, his dark and lifeless eyes like a black hole sucking all of the light.

“Do I look like I care”?

He held his throat within his hand, the guard’s eyes bulging out, his tongue shaking and his arms waving.

Neila’s arm broke, his bone stuck out of his arm like a horrible infection.

Blood dripped down his hand and dripped to the ground.

“Psychic abilities huh? You should’ve gone for the neck, Reverse”.

His arm regenerated.

The guard was thrown into the wall, knocked out and his mouth foaming.

Neila walked into the dark and dimly lit room, the floorboards were creaky and hollow. The entire place looked like the inside of a tree, old and weary.

A woman with long ginger hair, her hair so long it was almost her height, styled into a ponytail, her eyes bordering on crimson red was just like a demon’s.

She sat on the stool, drinking a shot of alcohol.

She stared right at Neila, her eyes slanted and drunk, black circles under her eyes.

Red horns stuck out of her head.

“Ughh”.

Q laid on the counter drunk and sleepy.

“What the hell is a demon doing here”!?

Neila raised up his hand, a giant scythe appearing in it.

His hands were shaking and his eyes widened.

The bartender leaned on the counter, he had a calm and soothing voice.

“This is a bar for both humans and demons and young sir, you seem like you’re too young to be here after all you’re wearing a student uniform, isn’t it time for your class now”?

Neila sat down, he closed his eyes trying his best to stay calm, he sighed.

“Give me your strongest”.

He gave Neila a yellow and shiny glass of liquid, it glistened reflecting his empty face in the liquid.

“This is redbull isn’t it”?

“Did you think I was going to serve an underage boy alcohol? I would get arrested”.

The drunk woman started to speak in a tired and lazy tone.

“Ohhh, I knnow this kid, hiii Neila, remember me? I was in the same orphanage as you”.