I tried to make sense of all that know so far.

My most powerful aspect is my soul.

My most powerful attack is soul devourer.

My soul originally became this strong because of all my knowledge and experience from my previous life.

Then it grew in mass and purity thanks to  soul devourer. That's at least my theory.

To see if it's correct I tried to learn new things. And see if my soul grows. What I saw made me suspect that my theory is correct but I got a new question. Why does my soul grow when I eat a soul differently then when I learn new things. I looked at my soul during mealtime. Another imp.

This time I didn't purify the soul and allowed it to retain its characteristics. I found something interesting. The darker particles tried to stay away from my core and tried to letch at the weak points. I purified the recently devoured soul and thought of something. Maybe my soul grows in size the same way but the things that grow alongside it are fundamental my different. When I study my core grows. When I eat my outer layer grows. When I don't purify it. The corrupted soul tries to corrupt my outer layer.

What if I try to feed my core?

Hmm...?

Space distorted and from it a man emerged.

His soul was darker then a black hole and light feared him as if he was as such. Mana was constantly feeding him. As if he was a bottomless pit. I noticed 2 black horns that weren't to different then my own on top of his head. But unlike me he was complete my black with red glowing eyes. The other difference was that he stood 10 meters tall.

Is this a joke?

His soul. It larger then my own. It's also constructed a bit differently then my own. His core is larger while his outer layer is almost none existent. I teleported away. Or at least I tried but space was locked.

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He spoke in a calm, soothing voice with a tinge of a question mixed in. I couldn't understand him. I talked to him and his face looked a amused when he headed me.

"We can understand each other if I use soul communication." I could hear or to be more precise I can feel his words and intentions resounding in my head.

"My name is Azazel. Are you the berserk devourer that roaming my domain? I came here in order to get rid of it but... You seem a bit off. Calmer and less berserk then it usually."

I analyzed all that he said and figured a few things. First why everyone seemed so afraid when they saw or sensed me. My soul aura is also fundamentally different then his. My soul looks different then his. Everything is wrong.

I messed up.

" I'm a bit curious. How did you retain your ego?"

"...I purified the souls that I ate. Your core... How do you grew it to such a size"?

"My core? You mean my soul..."

"No I mean. The center of your soul. The outer layer of your soul is thin almost none existent."

"I see so that's your mistake".

He looked at me as if he saw something absurd.

"You enhanced your soul without practicing a soul technique. Well that doesn't matters anymore."

He smiled while looking at me. Proudly and none chalantly he drew a sword from thin air. I looked up at the incoming sword. I realised even tho it was coming at me in normal speed. I was locked in space. Seeing as my understanding towards space is almost none existent. My teleportation spell is only the most basic of them all.

I was desperate so... I nuked him. My outer layer is very thick. Which gave me one advantage. My control over matter is almost the same as his. But what he didn't understand is that if i split an atomor even a few I can unleash alot of power.

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He screamed. I screamed. We all screamed. But not for ice-cream.

He fell and I didn't. His head was way north.

With all the pain I could still smile. I can always fix my body as long as I live.

The thockwave was painful but the radiation was worse. The heat wasnt there. The distance between us was only 50 meters but.. he got nuked in his face. He didn't expect it. For if he did he wouldn't have died so...

His soul is still here! Hispinky twitched. Then his thumb and finger.

He... He... This is insane.

Damn you. I nuked his head again.

Repeatedly.

Well that still ended well. His soul started do finally dissipate.

That was the end of my little skirmish with the boss of this domain.

-in the local palace. A few days later The different maids and butler's still worked hard to maintain it. Some were demon folk but the majority were real demons that were able to have rational thought and a humanoid enough form.

In a big hall. Enough to fit the greater devil. On a small padestrial set a beautiful demon folk. She was the mistress of the castle but she didn't enjoy the luxary that was Infront of her. Jewels of vary kinds adorned her. From a delicate diamond ring to a white necklace and dark red crown. Made of adamantine and contains several enchantments that provide the user with more strength. Health that could make a horse envy them and a special feature. The ability to watch the surroundings. Of the castle The queen was able to locate her husband's corpse but instead of pain and sorrow to adorn her face her eyes sparkled brighter then the diamonds that adorned her neck.

You might think that she might have loved Azazel. At the very least she would feel gratitude towards him for he bestowed her with many things and large amounts of power and authority.

She wasn't. Azazel was roaming the desolate central part of the continent. She was an adventurer of the highest calibre. She was married to a young man by the name of Arsan. Arsan Fiten. She was milvarg Fiten. Azazel located them but they couldn't sense him. He thought of eating the both of them. He didn't relish the taste of demonfolk for quite sometime. But when he saw her he was entranced and decided to take her as his concubine. He killed Arsan and ate him Infront of her. The worse of it all he made her watch as her husband cried while being eaten alive. The screams, the blood the pain forever hunted her and her hatred towards Azazel only grew with each passing day. He loved seeing her. He might have truelly thought that it was love at first sight In His own sickening way. She swore that one day he will pay for what he had done to Arsan. But years passed and if anything Azazel only grew stronger. He reached the apex of what a demon could reach. He became an apostle of a demon god by the name of Ahmun Din Ara. Ara is his title.

evil one.

She wanted to kill him so badly for so many decades. But she wasn't even in the same league as him.

She was crying tears of joy. Crying vehemently as she thought of her dear husband. Her real husband that she married with a smile on her face. Finally he can rest in peace. His murderer lies headless.

She wanted to see who killed him but couldn't find him.

She realised that Azazel died after she got the system's massage. How lucky of her.

As the only lucky remaining concubine she got the 'privilage' of being the mistress of this estate.

The chains that bound her to this ground disinterated, the spell broke as his master is no longer of the living.

She ran free.

Our current lead:

As the one of the demons he should have tried to protect Azazel but during the fight he couldn't pay attention to the system nor did he cared who will win. He usually didn't pay much attention to it as it didn't offer much except for the occasional need for info on the next evolution.

This is why the mission failed. No one of the races killed Azazel. It was one of the demons that did so.

 The first person that I was able to talk to tried to kill me.

What a dick.... I'll go and reassemble my soul. At least he was helpful for something.

I couldn't send anything to my core and only sensed minor improvements in that regard. Now I know how to make it balanced.

As I was walking to a cave I already started to disassemble my outer layer. The reserve and body layer. The memories were slowly copied to my core. And my mind became sharper faster and finally I attained a new league of power. The devil from earlier couldn't make a higher form of a soul because of an impede generated by the system. My soul on the other hand is different. It wasn't created in this world so I didn't suffer any handy cap. I don't need a soul cultivation technique or such nonsense. 

A grinn spread over my face. This feeling of control. Of absolute power. It's intoxicating. I grew to the size of the same devil. I seem to be called greater devil of destruction. Variant.

I don't want to be a devil. This form isn't very useful. I shapeshift and retract my aura completely nothing can sense me. The outer layer used to leave marks of the nature of it in the air. With enough knowledge that the souls of this world are born with. They are raised to hate these signs. I didn't even know that the soul could leave such... Physical proof of its existence... Slowly I sense that I no longer give off that aura. I no longer attract the attention of the other demons. 

Finally i start my journey towards civilisation. I'm very grateful. Azazel.

*On a different part of the continent*

The wind of spring blew. The green leaves rustled. The looming moon shined over a the sea and under it the sands laid unperturbed. 

The ground broke as a person came out of the ground. He smiled and said "glugglugglugglug". 

Kidding. he tried to say "I'm finally free". The taste of sea water was the first taste he got after countless of millennia. He didn't mind it. Even that was a pleasant thing that he missed.

The man went out of the water. Followed by others.

The evil gods are here.