“You are still a demon! We would never…” one of them struggled within himself for a second, but his eyes burned with a fierce light and he shouted, “We would never serve a demon! Your kind must be wiped from the face of this—“

Mylos turned to the man, one of the living who suffocated under the debris movements ago and his gaze lifted to the chunk of rocks hovering over the man’s head, interrupting his speech, “Where is the God in whose name you would eradicate all demons, now?”

The man stiffened up, his pupils dilating.

“Tell me, young man who refused to serve a demon. I am heading out on a murdering spree now, and countless innocent people will die. How many do you think it would take before your God takes action against me?” Mylos questioned, keeping his hand stretched forth.

“I-I don’t care! Serving a demon would never bring back the dead!” the man shouted at the top of his voice, his ink black eyes lit ablaze in a fierce flame, “To ease the hearts of the fallen humans, I, and many others must ensure all demons are eradicated from this world.”

“So, when a demon loses everything to the humans, what do you expect it to do?” Mylos asked, a coldness laced in his words, like the edge of a dagger, “Does it not have the right to eradicate all their filthy existences? What makes a human different from a demon in that regard?”

The man fell silent after hearing Mylos speak. He turned to the others, and his eyes twitched. Not a single person could stand to help him fight back against this demon! Even though God turned from them, but were they so perfect to not expect it? Nevertheless, all demons deserved death!

“It’s morals…” a woman said in the corner, she was one of the dead, her purple eyes filled with a bucket load of tears. Her face, once vibrant and full of life, now looked pale and lifeless. She reached a hand and touched her face, it was as cold as ice, “and the human soul.”

“As a demon, I have no morals. I do not have the urge to go around eradicating humans because a single fool killed those who I loved.” Mylos spread out his hands, throwing his head back and lifting his gaze into the skies, “But, being a demon doesn’t refute principles and bottom lines.”

Lisa thought back to the rescuing of the children earlier, then looked through the crowd. In all of the many here, not a single child was present. She was stunned. “Had he known? What if he made an entirely wrong calculation and a child was caught in the deaths, how would he feel?”

“An error in calculations…” Mylos spoke, dropping his hands as his expression tuner grim. With a swift motion, Mylos darted back, his eyes shining in a soft light. An arrow, burning in a red flame, had pierced the ground where he stood earlier, vanishing seconds later.

He twirled, swinging his blade and connecting it with a that cleaved down in a vicious arc. As the sparks flew, Mylos frowned. The dagger’s flash was the only thing he could see, its users movements a blur to him, but he focused on his defence, swinging his blade to block the dagger.

While the assailant was busying trying to break his defence, Lisa swung her tails — codecs — in a sweeping motion, smashing them into the blur and knocking it out of Mylos’s attack range. As they flew, coming to a staggering roll moments later, Lisa chuckled, withdrawing her ta—codecs.

“A demon?” Lisa turned to Mylos with a weird smile on her face, and as expected he seemed less confused than she was. The female dress dressed provocatively in loose red robes, sighed, turned to a chuckling Lisa who questioned, “Why is a demon posing a hindrance to our plans?”

“I am glad I did not kill you sooner,” Mark spoke, drawing his blade and pointing it at the familiar face, his eyes burning with determination, “Plethora. Today, you get to witness the majesty of a chaos demon and our resurgence— the destruction of this pathetic church.”

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Plethora chuckled, tightening her grasp around the dagger, straightening her posture, “I believe a demon of your calibre has an idea of his current situation? The bounty on your head just tripled and I rallied quite a force to visit you. It is nice trying to make money off you again.”

Mylos laughed and Lisa burst into a giggling mess. Plethora watched the two of them have their fun, a smile forming on hers. After a while, Lisa wiped a tear, clearing her throat to speak, “I guess a demon of your calibre does not understand the gravity of their situation?”

Plethora’s smile froze and she furrowed her brows, “What foolishness do you utter? In a dozen mile radius around this location, I have gathered demons as far as the eyes can see. Once I give the word, you — and all these demons here — would be ripped to shreds!”

She wanted to brag more, but Plethora stopped speaking as she felt a sudden pressure collapse upon her, causing her heart to tighten. She looked around, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face seeing the demons turn in her direction, some of their eyes glowing in purple lights.

“Demons?” Lisa dashed forward, her codecs entering a formation then shooting forward at the startled Plethora who reacted with furiously dagger swings, deflecting all of Lisa’s tails When Lisa’s attack was defended against, Plethora frowned as Lisa closed in further, withdrawing the tails.

“Aren’t we all,” Plethora darted to the side, evading Lisa’s clawing lunge. A split second later, the smug expression on her face twisted and she lowered her gaze to the tail pierced into her stomach, a burning fury appearing in her eyes as she lifted her dagger and hacked at the tail, “Demons?”

Clang!

Sparks flew and seeing them scatter in her vision, Plethora’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, a tail came sweeping for her head. Without hesitation, she lifted her dagger and the attack was blocked, but another tail fell from above and pierced into her collarbone, drawing a cry.

“Not everyone is…” Lisa, standing behind Plethora sighed, eight codecs extending from her back, pulsating with light and strength, two impaled into the target. Hearing her answer, Plethora darted to the side, leaving holes in her body as she loosed herself from the tails, rushing to safety.

She turned to one of the demons — newly turned — and swung her blade, delivering a fatal hit to its exposed neck and spilling blood, hacking it off in the next hit. As his head fell to the ground, the others screamed but no one could move, locked in place under Mylos’s control and pressure.

As Plethora healed, the demon she had cleared loosed his head reached forth and smashed both of their fists into the wound in her abdomen. Her eyes widened and she coughed up blood, and she gritted her teeth, staring at the demon — whatever it was — as it stood to its feet, headless.

Everyone watched in horror except for Lisa and Mylos, dumbfounded as the man regenerated a decapitated head, and some felt fear while others felt a sense of empowerment: it was like they were reincarnated, and the lives they were asked to live played before their eyes.

Plethora quickly released a fierce roar, something between that of a lion and tiger, then the earth began to tremble. Mylos raised a brow, turning around to the gates and watching as it exploded from the sudden burst of demons, variants of different types, assaulting it in an instance.

“Defend yourselves!” he shouted, stepping back and further away from the enemies, buildings of great heights around the demons were collapsed and a fraction got buried under the rubble. As they struggled to pass the collapsing buildings, the undead church rushed the demons, invigorated!

In mere seconds, a massacre began and ;the church was slaughtered Kike a pen of pigs. As blood rained, the demons stepped dove dead bodies, preparing to corner the target and eliminating it soon but Mylos saw through all of these, but then again, he did not need to make a move.

To the horror of Plethora and the demons, the men and women that had fell to their blades, rose, their eyes gleaming in purple lights and wounds healing at an impossible pace. Soon, whether it was a flying type bat demon or a fast running ten legged demon, the enraged church ripped them apart.

“It’s so messy…” Lisa watched the demon parts scatter around the area, her gaze apathetic. She turned to Plethora, nearly bursting into another round of giggles seeing her expression like that of a human who accidentally swallowed a fly! Seeing her face pale, Lisa mocked, “Are you sick?”

Plethora turned to Lisa, her eyes bloodshot. She turned around, but before she could make her move, Lisa struck first, her codecs impaling into different parts of Plethora’s body then burying their edges into the ground, locking her in place, and causing her to burst into a cold sweat, “Shit.”

“Indeed a shitty situation.” Lisa eyed the frozen Plethora, watching amused as the demon tried to force her way out of the hold like she did earlier, but any forceful attempts would — with the various codecs netted inside her — rip her apart. Well, unless she died before then, which she couldn’t.