Fate: Failed Hero, Reincarnated as Divine Wolf

"Kekekeke! Truly pathetic creatures, these humans! Hero? I'll crush you here and now! Humanity itself will grovel beneath my tread!"

The voice wasn't just malicious. It was <>, scraping against Kuzaki's very soul. The figure before him was <>. Skin like bleached bone under a dead moon. Eyes—<>—swallowed the scant light, pools of absolute nothingness. Horns, jagged and charred black, spiraled upwards like shattered obsidian spires.

<>.

The air warped and screamed around him, reality itself rejecting his presence.

FWOOSH!

A crimson magic circle, complex and blazing, materialized before Kuzaki—

<>.

Raw power, enough to liquefy granite, erupted in a tsunami of incandescent flame, roaring towards the demonic entity.

SHHHHHUUUU—!

The demon didn't even shift his stance. A lazy flick of his wrist. <>. Not an attack. An erasure.

Pure, devouring darkness surged forth. Not fire against darkness, but existence against unmaking. The roaring inferno didn't clash; it was <>. Instantly. Completely. The light, the heat, the sound—<>. Only a chilling vacuum and the acrid tang of ozone remained. The oppressive silence that followed was heavier than the flames had been loud.

Impossible! Tier-5... gone? Just... gone? Kuzaki stumbled back, the heat still radiating from his palms a cruel mockery of the ice flooding his veins. His magic circle was <>, snuffed like a guttering candle. Only the void remained where his power had been.

SHIIING!

A blade coalesced in the demon's grip—

<>.

At first glance, a wicked black katana. But a closer look revealed the truth: its edges were <>, jagged and uneven, as if forged from shattered dimensions. It pulsed with <>. The stench of <> filled the air, thick enough to choke on.

SWISH—

The demon's swing was unnervingly slow. Deliberate. Mocking. It defied physics, cutting not through air, but through the fabric of the world itself. <>. Darkness bled from the rent in reality, a wound leaking decay.

STEP.

<>. The demon was inside Kuzaki's guard before the thought could form. The Voidreaver flashed—too fast to perceive, a blur of annihilating night.

SHLIKT!

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The world dissolved into a sheet of blinding crimson. Kuzaki blinked, vision swimming. Blood—his blood—cascaded down the walls, pooled on the floor, soaked his armor, filled his mouth with copper. Agony, sharp and deep, lanced through his side where the blade had kissed flesh and bone.

I... don't... want... to... die... Not yet! NOT LIKE THIS!

HISSSSS—!

Suddenly, searing heat erupted within him. <>.

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World Energy, thick and visible as superheated steam, geysered from every pore. His skin blistered instantly beneath his armor. Muscles screamed. Bones felt like they were vibrating apart.

SIZZLE-!! CRACKLE!

His body wasn't boiling; it was frying from the inside out. The sound was his own flesh cooking under the strain of the forbidden skill. Sweat turned instantly to scalding vapor. He was a living engine pushed to catastrophic failure.

FWOOM!!

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Not fire. <>. A concentrated beam of white-hot annihilation, wider than a castle gate, screamed from Kuzaki's outstretched hand. It tore through the space between them, vaporizing stone floor into molten slag instantly. The sheer heat distorted the demon's form, casting monstrous, dancing shadows.

The demon's <> dilated—not in fear, but in <>.

"Pathetic."

His free hand rose, palm open. <>.

The beam of pure stellar fury didn't impact. It collapsed. Inched from his fingertips, the plasma twisted, shrieked, and was <> into a swirling vortex of absolute darkness spinning above his palm—a miniature <>. Light, energy, sound—all <>. The Voidreaver Katana hummed, its jagged edges briefly flaring <> as it absorbed the residual power.

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Kuzaki gasped, vision tunneling. His skin was charring. The skill was consuming him faster than it boosted him. He'd poured every ounce of mana, every shred of life force into that attack. Everything.

The demon clenched his fist. The <> vanished. Silence crashed down, absolute and suffocating. No trace of the attack remained. Not even ash.

STEP. The demon closed the distance instantly. <>. Meters meant nothing.

"You boil your blood. Shatter your bones. Burn your very soul... for this?" 

The voice was velvet lined with razors. He raised the Voidreaver. It wasn't a threat; it was an <> presented for inspection.

"Your defiance... is amusing. Like watching a mayfly dash itself against a mountain."

SCHNIKT!

No wind-up. A contemptuous flick of the wrist. <>.

A hair-thin filament of pure nothingness lashed out. It didn't cut; it <>.

Kuzaki's left pauldron—<>—simply vanished where the line passed. The flesh and muscle beneath parted like mist. White bone flashed for an instant before arterial blood jetted out, meeting the superheated steam still pouring from Kuzaki with a horrific SSSSSCCCCHHHHLORP!—a sound of cooking viscera.

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Agony, white-hot and all-consuming, detonated in Kuzaki's skull. He staggered. The world lurched violently. The crimson steam pouring from him thinned as his inner fire guttered, choked by the void within and the blood loss without. <>

The demon tilted his head, savoring the sight like a connoisseur.

"Does it hurt, little hero?"

He took another step, the Voidreaver humming with contained apocalypse.

"Good. Let that pain be the last sensation as I unravel this wretched world."

Kuzaki's knees gave way. The steam faltered. His vision blurred, the edges darkening. Yet, through the red haze and the screaming pain, his eyes—<>—remained locked on the demon. He wouldn't kneel. Not yet.

The demon smiled. A crescent of bone-white teeth in the encroaching shadow. The final step echoed like the slamming of a cosmic coffin lid.

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Blood didn't just flow – it <>. From ruptured pores in his eyes, ears, nostrils, every seam in his scorched armor. He wasn't a man; he was a <>, a crimson fountain fueled by the suicidal strain of <>.

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 <> (Blood velocity exceeding safe thresholds by 500%)

 <> (System overwhelmed - Toxins recirculating as necrotic agents)

 <> (0.8% per second - Total system collapse in T-minus 12 seconds)

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SCHLORP-GUSH!

The sound was obscene – pressurized blood hitting superheated steam, creating a <> that reeked of iron and cooked meat. His body was a broken engine, pistons (muscles) seizing, boiler (heart) hammering against shattered ribs.

"I̷̜̚G̵̛̼N̵͔̕Ǐ̵͙S̶̡̋...̷̱̔ ̵̗̇M̴̬̌À̸ͅX̶̞̓I̵̛̠M̵̩̈́Ǘ̴͈S̷̞͌!̷̝̈́" The roar was less a word, more a <> forced through a ruined throat.

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Inside the demon's <>, where light and oxygen were <>, something impossible happened. Not a candle... a <>. Kuzaki's erupting blood became the fuel, his disintegrating soul the spark. A <>, blazing white-gold and tinged with the crimson of his lifeblood, violated the void. It wasn't guided; it was <>, tearing through the darkness like a vengeful sun.

The Demon Incarnate's <> flickered – <>.

"Binding. Darkness." His command was cold, absolute. <>. Tendrils of <>, denser than collapsed stars, lashed out, not to extinguish, but to contain and redirect. They coiled around the raging sun-fire, forcing it into a compressed sphere within a pocket dimension devoid of physics – <>.

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BOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!!

The sound wasn't auditory. It was <>. The <> ruptured. Not just fire, but <>, superheated plasma, and Kuzaki's own vaporized essence detonated outward in a <>. The demon was swallowed whole by the expanding sphere of white-gold annihilation. Stone didn't melt; it <> into non-existence. The very air screamed as it was ripped apart.

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For one, eternal second, the darkness was banished, replaced by blinding, purifying fury.

Then, the light imploded. Sucked inward towards a single point.

Silence. Thicker than the void. Smoke, acrid and tasting of ozone and blood-ash, coiled in the devastated space. A crater, glassy and vast, glowed molten orange at its heart.

Standing at its epicenter, amidst the fading embers and swirling debris, was the Demon Incarnate.

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 <> (Charred flesh sloughing off his left arm and torso, revealing obsidian bone beneath that smoked and knitted itself back together with visible <>)

 <> (The jagged blade pulsed hungrily, drinking the residual heat)

 <> (The oppressive dread flickered, then reasserted itself, stronger, colder)

A piece of his horn, blackened and cracked, fell and shattered on the glassy floor. Tink.

He looked down at the ruined form of Kuzaki, thrown back like a broken doll against a crumbling pillar, steam no longer rising, only a faint, bloody mist. His body was a <> – charred, limb twisted unnaturally, chest barely rising.

"Kekeke... Ahahahaha!" The laugh was ragged at first, then swelled into chilling, genuine amusement. "A spark! A true, glorious SPARK!" He took a step, the glass beneath his foot cracking with unnatural cold. "To force even a fragment of pain upon me... to scar this form... with your pathetic, boiling blood!"

He loomed over Kuzaki's broken body, the Voidreaver's tip hovering over his heart. The blade hummed, not with mockery now, but with <>.

"That flame... that final, suicidal defiance..." The demon's voice dropped to a whisper colder than the void between stars. "It was... beautiful. Worthy of being your epitaph, little mayfly. Now. Rest."

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Blood didn't just flow – it <>. From ruptured pores in his eyes, ears, nostrils, every seam in his scorched armor. He wasn't a man; he was a <>, a crimson fountain fueled by the suicidal strain of <>.

<>

 <> (Blood velocity exceeding safe thresholds by 500%)

 <> (System overwhelmed - Toxins recirculating as necrotic agents)

 <> (0.8% per second - Total system collapse in T-minus 12 seconds)

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SCHLORP-GUSH! The sound was obscene – pressurized blood hitting superheated steam, creating a <> that reeked of iron and cooked meat. His body was a broken engine, pistons (muscles) seizing, boiler (heart) hammering against shattered ribs.

"I̷̜̚G̵̛̼N̵͔̕Ǐ̵͙S̶̡̋...̷̱̔ ̵̗̇M̴̬̌À̸ͅX̶̞̓I̵̛̠M̵̩̈́Ǘ̴͈S̷̞͌!̷̝̈́" The roar was less a word, more a <> forced through a ruined throat.

<>

Inside the demon's <>, where light and oxygen were <>, something impossible happened. Not a candle... a <>. Kuzaki's erupting blood became the fuel, his disintegrating soul the spark. A <>, blazing white-gold and tinged with the crimson of his lifeblood, violated the void. It wasn't guided; it was <>, tearing through the darkness like a vengeful sun.

The Demon Incarnate's <> flickered – <>.

"Binding. Darkness." His command was cold, absolute. <>. Tendrils of <>, denser than collapsed stars, lashed out, not to extinguish, but to contain and redirect. They coiled around the raging sun-fire, forcing it into a compressed sphere within a pocket dimension devoid of physics – <>.

<>

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BOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!!

The sound wasn't auditory. It was <>. The <> ruptured. Not just fire, but <>, superheated plasma, and Kuzaki's own vaporized essence detonated outward in a <>. The demon was swallowed whole by the expanding sphere of white-gold annihilation. Stone didn't melt; it <> into non-existence. The very air screamed as it was ripped apart.

<>

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For one, eternal second, the darkness was banished, replaced by blinding, purifying fury.

Then, the light imploded. Sucked inward towards a single point.

Silence. Thicker than the void. Smoke, acrid and tasting of ozone and blood-ash, coiled in the devastated space. A crater, glassy and vast, glowed molten orange at its heart.

Standing at its epicenter, amidst the fading embers and swirling debris, was the Demon Incarnate.

<>

 <> (Charred flesh sloughing off his left arm and torso, revealing obsidian bone beneath that smoked and knitted itself back together with visible <>)

 <> (The jagged blade pulsed hungrily, drinking the residual heat)

<> (The oppressive dread flickered, then reasserted itself, stronger, colder)

A piece of his horn, blackened and cracked, fell and shattered on the glassy floor. 

Tink.

He looked down at the ruined form of Kuzaki, thrown back like a broken doll against a crumbling pillar, steam no longer rising, only a faint, bloody mist. His body was a <> – charred, limb twisted unnaturally, chest barely rising.

"Kekeke... Ahahahaha!" The laugh was ragged at first, then swelled into chilling, genuine amusement. "A spark! A true, glorious SPARK!" He took a step, the glass beneath his foot cracking with unnatural cold. "To force even a fragment of pain upon me... to scar this form... with your pathetic, boiling blood!"

He loomed over Kuzaki's broken body, the Voidreaver's tip hovering over his heart. The blade hummed, not with mockery now, but with <>.

"That flame... that final, suicidal defiance..."

It was... beautiful. Worthy of being your epitaph, little mayfly. Now. Rest."

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DING.

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DING.

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DING.

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DING.

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CRACK-CRACKLE!

Kuzaki's body convulsed. Skin that had never known a wrinkle split like parched desert earth. Muscle fibers frayed and thinned. Jet-black hair bleached bone-white in seconds, then <>, crumbling to ash. His eyes—once bright with defiance—clouded over, pupils swallowing milky cataracts. Every second of suspended time, every year deferred by the skill, <> crashed upon him.

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DING.

A fracture tore open behind Kuzaki—not light, not dark, but <>. Tendrils of unstable energy lashed out, wrapping his broken form. The demon's blade thrust forward—

SHLINK!

—and pierced only swirling dust where Kuzaki's heart had been.

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