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Chapter 25 - VITAL RANK

The baby demon screamed, its eyes twitching, then it slammed its head against the ground several times before stopping and turning toward its new master. A docile look filled its eyes. Then, stubble behind Veal, and it sat down in submission.

Veal reclosed his eyes.

Exactly a minute later, another baby demon appeared, this one shaped like a giant dog, but without fur or skin. Only rotten flesh clung to its bones.

It too fell to the mist of corruption.

Veal stood. he then ordered the two baby demons to fight.

"Fight!"

They obeyed.

Launching at each other with mindless savagery, claws and fangs ripped through flesh, tongue, and eyes. 

They destroyed the tree and rocks within five meters as they moved about, leaving trails of flesh and blood behind.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Alexandra watched with amusement. For some reason, seeing the two rip each other apart and destroy the surroundings brought joy to her heart.

Soon, one of the performers fell motionless. The other opened its K9 jaws and devoured the corpse whole. Afterward, it turned to its master and barked a roar of victory, its aura now blazing brighter than before.

Veal walked over and patted its head in acknowledgment.

'Just a few more battles and you will ascend to the Crimson Bone rank,' his eyes glinted with unknown thoughts, 'the rank where I need you to be.'

{A few months passed.}

Veal stood meters before the edge of a huge pool of demonic blood. Around it, a giant pentagon had been carved into the earth, shaped from mangled limbs. They formed a five-pointed star.

At each point of the star's hands lay two lifeless Crimson Bone rank demons. A male and a female, their dead bodies still intertwined in the act of lust.

Their heads were tilted toward the pool, necks severed, so that their blood may drain into it.

Veal's pants and bracelets fell to the ground. Naked, he walked to the pool's edge where steps were carved. He descended into it, blood rising to his knees. He didn't stop until he reached the center.

There, he locked eyes with Alexandra, who was standing a few meters away. She now wore a seductive dress crafted from demon fur, gazing at him with certainty, never doubting his success.

He took a deep breath, then scooped a handful of blood into his palms, raised it high, then poured it over his skull. It dripped down his hair, face, and chest, giving him a fiercer appearance than usual.

"Oh Abyss, cast your gaze upon me, ignite this blood stain with depravity, that it may in turn ignite my blood of lust."

As he chanted, he continued pouring blood on his skull. Not even a second after his third chant, the pool began boiling like a pot of soup.

He started chanting louder.

The blood steamed hotter. His body turned reddish blue. The pain was intense, but he remained calm, still chanting, still pouring.

A few seconds later, his flesh began to steam. His skin blistered. Even his Crimson Bones trembled.

That was when he stopped pouring blood.

And instead, using his claws, he tore a long gash down his arms, slicing deep where the main veins pulsed, so deep it split the veins in two.

Splat!

His blood gushed out, mixing with the pool.

"Let my blood burn! Let it boil until it is reborn in vitality!"

He chanted one final time before closing his eyes and falling backward into the boiling blood.

splash!

Fully submerged.

He lay calmly for seconds. His face scrunched up in pain as the blood began entering his severed veins, like venomous worms, it crawled straight toward his heart.

It engulfed his heart, spinning around it as if wanting to boil it alive. His muffled scream echoed through clenched teeth.

"Aaah!" His twin tails unconsciously whipped around, splattering the blood.

Alexandra clenched her fists.

Hearing his screams filled her with sorrow. She wanted to help, to dive into the pool and embrace him. But she knew, if she did, he would rip her heart out and devour it for ruining the ritual. Plus, deep inside, she knew there was no need. She knew he would endure.

The boiling intensified. His skin began melting. He clenched his teeth so hard they cracked.

Then, the blood touched his heart, acting as a furnace, refining it. The pain was beyond anything he had imagined.

He opened his eyes.

They melted instantly.

He arched his back, clawing at his own face, and screamed,

"Ahhhh!"

His tongue followed, liquefying inside his mouth.

The agony was unspeakable

'Endure!'

Yes. Endure. That was his only path. For the thought of death didn't exist for him.

Not here. Not now.

suddenly, his heart thumped louder than ever.

BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!

And from that thumping bloomed something vital. Something shimmering lustful.

At the center of his heart shimmered a clump of purple blood, like a lone star in the darkest sky.

His vital blood.

And with its awakening, everything changed.

The vital blood moved as if sentient, opening its lustful mouth and devouring the surrounding pool, drinking it like nectar from the lips of divine maidens.

As it fed, it shimmered brighter. His body began to reform, stronger, faster, crueler.

Crack!

The sound of his bones and flesh reorganizing echoed outward.

Soon, the pool lay empty.

His body lay transformed, liked a corpse in a casket. encased in a thin, glistening shell of blood.

There was suffocating silence.

Alexandra, now standing at the edge of the pool, gazing down at him with anxiety. Seconds passed, and her anxiety vanished, replaced by a faint smile.

The first to break the silence was his twin tails, pash! They shattered the shell of blood that encased them. They twisted around, glowing brighter than ever, illuminating the night that had embraced them during their transformation.

They then penetrated the ground behind him, and like two columns, they slowly raised his body up. As he rose, the shell around him shattered bit by bit and fell to the ground like splinters, cra-crack! first, the ones around his head, revealing a face now far more beautiful and handsome than before. sharp, elegant, almost androgynous but not at the same time because of his jaw line.

His black hair, now long, flowed down his back.

Then came the rest, broader shoulders, a firmer chest, and abs carved into a perfect V. His height now stood at two and a half meters.

And most importantly… his rod had grown slightly larger.

Now he bore the image of a true lust demon. Now he was a beautifully hypnotic creature, built to seduce and impale the most glorious of females.

He stood completely on his own feet, his head tilted backwards slightly towards the moon, which illuminated his beauty, he slowly opened his beautiful purple eyes and stared at it for a moment, digesting the new memories from his blood, before turning to Alexandra who was gazing at him in a daze and mutter softly, his voice no different from a aphroditic drug.

"I am. Now. A. sovereign amongst lower demons."

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