But before the vixen could process the threat, Veal's tails struck past her at extreme speed, aiming at the Wrath demon's head.
whoosh! whoosh!
Her eyes barely followed before the Wrath demon's newly manifested flame-hands gripped them.
and the next moment, the Wrath demon kicked its right foot upwards toward her head, at speeds beyond anything it had shown before.
Whoosh!
She could not react, but right as it was about to make contact, she felt Veal's hand grasping her shoulders and pulling her upper body backward, but…
'No!'
The attack still made contact with her; it slammed into her chin,
Cra-splat!
It exploded the lower half of her jaw, and it continued upwards, attempting to take her entire skull from her neck. She could feel the bones in her neck cracking bit by bit, but before it happened, fortunately, Veal had pulled her body back enough.
saving her.
He then hurled her in a random direction, and she landed a kilometer away like a rag doll. …
Veal's purple eyes glinted as he watched the Thorn Vixen tumble through the air… then turned to the Wrath demon, reborn and monstrous.
A 9-meter-tall bull's skeleton with black flames clinging around it. Its aura was far more horrifying than before. Terrifying to the point where he felt a fatal threat.
'It has sacrificed all of its vital blood to obtain this strength,' he deduced. and without hesitation, His tails, which were still clenched in its paws, vibrated at extreme speed,
Zzz!
The next moment, the flaming paws exploded, freeing his tails, then the sand below him sank, as he launched himself backwards.
whoosh!
in a breath, he crossed the distance of over three hundred meters. landed, then launched backwards once more, covering a km. gazed at the demon who was gazing at him with insanity, then at his tails, the roasted wounds.
His mist vanished. Revealing his naked, majestic figure. He spread his hands and tails wide and spoke, his voice akin to a melodic Symphony,
"This battle won't be an easy one... but it shall be joyful like a dance... and at the end of this dance, I will instill in you the pleasure of death." he then took a single step forward.
chanted,
"Ignitional Vitala Bloodial Lust!"
and...
BA-DUMP!
His heart, which was now composed entirely of vital blood, ignited like a supernova. Sending a hint of the lustful might of his ancestor throughout every fiber of his body.
His body expanded to four meters tall, his tails lengthened to 30 meters, and started moving on their own as if they had gained sentience. while his claws extended to half a meter and started glowing like his tails.
At the same time. The wrath demon's paws finished reforming, it dropped on all fours, and started hoofing the sand with its right paw, and roared incoherently.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Before, boom! launching itself towards him at speeds up to two times the speed of sound.
Veal's lips arched in a deadly smile. He stomped, and the ground exploded beneath him as he launched towards the bull demon equally as fast.
whoosh!
Within a heartbeat, they collided.
The bull demon's flaming horns aimed straight for his head. But before it could impale him, he twisted his body, dodging it. Then clawed at the demon's skull with both hands as if he was clapping, swish! but right as he made contact, something unexpected happened. The flame around the demon's skeleton solidified, turning into a barrier of abysmal obsidian lava. which burned the tip of his claws to ash.
At the same time, his senses warned him as a giant five-meter hoof made from flame materialized above him and stomped down at him. But before it could reach him, his twin tails moved on their own, shattering it with a whip.
pash!
after the demon slapped at him with his right paw, his body twisted, dodging it.
while dodging his tails, they struck the demon's head hundreds of times. Unfortunately, they only managed to leave faint cracks in the demon's flaming shell, not penetrating.
...
They then turned into purple and black streaks as they flickered across the bloody desert. constantly clashing.
They were no different from mini natural disasters, destroying and vaporizing almost everything within 700 meters of them and creating shockwaves that were no different from storms. If any ordinary vital blood demon were there to witness them, they would no doubt be very shocked and question if they were at the same rank.
Boom! Boom! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Veal's tails moved on their own at blinding speeds. Both defending and counterattacking, while he held a 3-meter-long spear forged from his mist, which he wielded like a demonic gladiator.
His body was also constantly twisting unnaturally as he weaved between the even more deadly barrage of the raging Wrath demon. Its horns and flame raining down on him like brimstones.
At this moment, each of his movements was laced with an elegance so graceful that it would fascinate the soul and trap whoever was lucky enough to lay eyes upon him in a euphoric illusion.
The Wrath demon was stronger and more durable than he was, and those traits kept increasing as the battle went on, as the demon became angrier.
Veal's advantage was speed. he was swifter and more flexible.
Suddenly, he bellowed out, a bellow akin to the curtains being closed after an unmatched performance,
"WOooooooOO!"
He then leaped 1.5 kms into the air. The sun cast its light onto him, illuminating his body. His burns, his missing hair, and fingers.
He then launched his spear at the demon's head like an angry god smiting its enemy,
boom!
It descended in no time and arrived above the demon, who roared and lunged at it with his horns.
"Roooar!
But right as they were about to clash, something unexpected happened.
Veal's eyes flickered, and the spear changed direction at the last moment, rotating around the demon's head and slamming into the back of its head, where its shell-like skin had the most cracks. and,
crack!
The skin shattered like glass.
Veal appeared behind the Wrath demon as if he had teleported, then grabbed his skull through the crack with his hands of pleasure and said,
"Do not resist…. for even within death stirs pleasure."
The Wrath demon's flames dimmed like a candle about to go out, as the thought of death felt demonically blissful.
Veal's tails flashed, penetrating the demon's ribs crack! and wrapping around its heart, which was less than 10 percent of its original size, and pulling it out, mercilessly. His tail brought the heart to his mouth, which he opened and bit half of it. it went to his heart, which stopped burning and replenished the vital blood that had been lost.
"Tell me, how does death feel?" he asked.
The Wrath demon fell to its knees, its flaming eyes flickering with the awareness of one who was awake.
A second later, its eyes dimmed as it came to the grim realization that it was dying.
But within its dimness shone something, a shimmering spark.
It was the manifestation of the pleasure it was feeling as it sank closer and closer into the eternal darkness of death's embrace. And right before its final embers extinguished, it whispered one last time,
"It....feels.... blissful."
After which puff-pash! Its black flames vanished, and its body shattered into ashes.
"I have no doubt it did."
Veal glanced at its ashes before it vanished.
To be honest, he could have taken a better route, one that didn't involve him battling the wrath demon. by simply fleeing because the wrath demon was dead the moment it sacrificed all of its vital blood. it was just a matter of time, no more than thirty minutes. he knew this, but the allure of battle was too great. Plus, he wanted to understand just how strong he was among noble-blooded demons.
...
A few moments later, he arrived before the Thorn Vixen, who lay broken and bloody on the ground like a corpse, the lower face nonexistent. Her heart no longer shining, only echoing faint and weak thumps, the only evidence that she was still in the land of the Abyss.
veal crouched beside her, the second half of the heart pulsing in his palm. He slid his hand into her broken chest, placing it beside her faintly beating heart, then crushed it.
Vital blood trickled down like molten gold. Her heart drank it hungrily.
He then removed his hand and watched as her heart lit up. Watched as her body fixed itself bit by bit, her bones expanding and reforming, her threads of muscles weaving back together, her eyes regrowing.
That was when she came to. Her mouth opened wide as she took a deep breath, and her eyes darted around with confusion before locking on him.
He locked eyes with her and mused.
"Oh vixen.... oh vixen."
...
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Stood alone.
Alexandra.
Naked.
Soaked completely in blood and guts. Her body was laced with multiple scars, and her right hand was gone, ripped from her shoulder.
Around her, thousands of mangled limbs and internal organs.
Her purple eyes gazed toward the direction of her lover, and she began stumbling toward it, weakly, with a limp right leg.
"I lived... For him."