Sweat glistened for their naked bodies as Diana and Michel lovingly embrace Diana straddled his lap, sitting upright on the bed, leaning against the cold wall.

A warm, loving smile was plastered across Michels' face as he leant forward, pressing his lips gently to hers. "By that Maker and the Goddess of Light, I love you."

Giggling Diana returned the kiss before breaking away and looking at his deep, ocean-like eyes. "We really should be getting up; I finally got permission from the city Lord to examine the demon's weapon."

Michels' eyes displayed disappointment as his shoulders slightly hunched. "You know you can say it back? We have been partners for 32 years now."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Diana pushed back a little until she was leaning back. "Let's not do this now, We ha...."

"Knock, Knock"

Diana's sentence was interrupted by a terrifying voice as both angels froze due to the most malicious and blood-thirsty killing intent they had ever felt, wash over them accompanied by dozens of explosions resounding in the distance, causing the magnificent chandelier above the bed to rattle slightly.

Almost simultaneously with the appearance of the voice, not letting them even move a muscle in response, A sword tip exploded from Michel's head and cut deeply into Diana's neck, the force causing her to fall backwards onto the bed as her hands rushed to her neck.

As she was falling, she felt all strength leave her body and the mana she always circulated to disperse, causing her, even more, shock as her mind fumbled with the overload of information.

She hit the soft white bed, perfectly matching her wings and looked up to see Michels corpse still held upright, the look of confusion forever stuck on his face, causing tears to start forming in her eyes. Trying with all her might, she attempted to circulate enough mana to close the wound on her neck that was bleeding profusely, but it soon became apparent that she could do nothing but lay there and bleed out, a single word tormenting her. -"Why?"

Dispair flashed across her face as the bedroom door slowly opened, and a silver armoured man entered, letting out a chilling laugh as he removed his helmet. "Yo!"

Diana's pupils constricted as she stared at the face she had burned into her memory, the one belonging to the only demon to ever escape her. Suddenly it all made sense, and she felt as if someone had poured ice cold water on her soul.

Mors walked over towards the bed, casting a cursory glance at Michel, making sure he was dead. "I have to apologise for being a bit late; there was so much to prepare for today, but I am a demon of my word, Diana Lightfall, High Executioner of the Sacred Temple. I told you we would see each other soon, and that I would take those that were dearest to you."

Causing the bed to jump with the weight, Mors sat down and pulled a sheet over Diana's naked body, keeping eye contact the entire time. "To be honest, I a slightly disappointed; you guys were the greatest threat to me and my plans, one that I had prepared countless tricks and countermeasures to ensure my victory and its ended like this... A poisoned sword shoved through a wall."

With all her might Diana managed to force a few letters out of her numb lips. "Y...Yo...You...wi...i.."

"Shhh, don't talk too much, the numbing agent will wear off the more you try to fight it, allowing you to feel Hellfire root that is flowing through your veins and making further conversation... pointless." Mors placed a finger to her lips, silencing her before looking at the pool of bright red blood soaking into the bed. "Not that you have much left for it to flow through."

"As a parting gift, and as you had to watch your lover die, which I totally didn't intend, by the way, I will let you leave this world in the knowledge that you will not be going alone." Mors emptied one of the small sacks tied at his waist, full of small red gems into his palm before crushing them.

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The room violently vibrated as explosions rang out across the nearby city, quickly followed by screams of pain and anguish as Mors chuckled darkly. "The first set of explosions were the guard posts throughout the city, that was the muster fields and meeting points for the military and adventurers. Wouldn't want them gathering too quickly now would I?"

Diana's eyes were full of shock and disbelief as her eyes darted to the twenty or more similar sacks tied to Mors' waist.

Mors followed her gaze. "Oh yes, there's plenty more where that came from. Although Most of them were in preparation for the fight between us or to cause chaos so I can move freely, they all serve a much bigger purpose." Mors' eyes glowed with unbound anger, and his bones cracked as he tensed his muscles. "This city took someone precious from me and so... I will wipe it off the map."

Diana's eyes light up with mockery as if trying to tell Mors he was insane, and he was bound to fail, but instead of angering him, he revealed a delighted smile.

"You think I am mad don't you?, You know, if someone were telling me that they wanted to destroy a city of three hundred thousand in a single day, I would be sceptical too but... in this world, full of magic and brutality..." Mors' last words were heavy with Malice. "Wiping out a couple of million would be child's play. I have done far worse with less."

Mors stood up and began passing. "For example, I only had to wander around this city, depositing crushed mana core, with a few extra herbs and spices to delay its effects, into the cities water supply, granaries and any public amenities, throw a few explosives at anything of strategic or military value."

"Oh and free a couple of hundred untamed S class monsters as well as a few thousand slaves that were willing to fight for their freedom and boom. Instant chaos." Madness danced in Mors' eyes the more he talked; black bolts of lightning flicked off his body as every shadow in the room wavered towards him. "Seems like this city is already drowning in fear... Just one more... nudge and it will tear itself apart."

Forcing down the urge to start indiscriminately slaughtering everyone he could find Mors took a deep, calming breath. "I have had to resist temptation before, but a demon's bloodlust is boundless. I guess once I have achieved what I need to, I can let loose for a while. Would be rude not to with all the effort I have put in."

Tears streamed down Diana's face as she regretted with every fibre of her being letting this demon escape.

"Oh, and to the other question you will probably think of at some point, about me not being able to get away with this." Mors pulled out a tattered tabard, with a black, bleeding heart, a dagger sticking out of it and a red armband. "I already have my patsies ready. All I need to do is free them and paint their colours on the City Fortress."

"I am afraid we are out of time; the healers should have mostly gathered at the Cathedral by now. "Mors picked up a small dagger from Diana's pile of clothes. "Look at me, going all evil overlord and telling you my plans, while giving you a chance to escape or some hero to come and stop me. I think I am getting a little too much into my role, don't you think?"

Diana's eyes began to blur as her skin turned a snow-like colour due to blood loss.

Realising she had but minutes to live, Mors tossed the knife to the side and instead emptied all of the remaining red crystals onto her body and the surrounding bed before pulling out a bundle of scrolls. "I think I'll send you out with a bang and a substantial entourage. If you see Death, tell him I send my regards and to come visit, I want to have a talk about how to get the ability to raise the dead."

Mors flung the scroll onto the bed as he walked out the room and took a last look at Diana before disappearing.

Suddenly Michels body limply fell onto of Diana as the sword was retracted through the wall and the scroll beside her burst into a purple flame.

Diana closed her eyes. -"May the L..."