It was the first time after capturing him that I had let this freak out for this long, and to my surprise, he was also acting pretty normal, without killing anyone till now, so I began to walk towards my home, but I remembered that I didn't close the office, so I thought that first I should head towards the office, and then I could go home to freshen up and wear some nice clothes.
But wait, I recalled that I didn't even buy any clothes after my parents died because I never felt the need for them. As Father's clothes were a little tight around my body, otherwise, they looked good as new. But it was not like I was broke or anything; it's just that, after their death, I was so messed up in revenge and psychoness that I didn't get time from hunting spirits and squeezing money out from people.
And when I reached near my office, I saw that this bastard vanished in thin air and came back after some time, while making a pretty satisfied and dizzy face; well, this was proof that this creep again gulped my spirits in these few moments.
So I glared at this fuck with a piercing gaze while rolling back the wire on the bat, and his scream began to echo, and also his plea, trying to get me under his words, but I spoke in a pretty cold tone: "I think you didn't hear my words, right?
When I clearly told you to stay put and not act like a mad dog, then why did you have to show your vile and hideous nature, huh? You creep, again, dared to gulp my soul, so it forces me to reseal your slutty ass back to where it belongs!"
Hearing my words made his expressions darker for a few moments, and he took out a strange, creepy box. The moment he took out that box, strange energy started to radiate in all directions, and I started to feel the terror inside of the box, and I spoke in somewhat a panic and cold tone: "HUH, what are you planning now, you asshole? Planning on biting the hand of the person who fed you, huh?"
Hearing my worries, he started laughing and spoke in a pretty creepy tone, "Relax, brat; this box isn't meant to harm you; you can use this box to feed your puny spirits. I don't need it any longer, and I have already passed the realm to which this trash could even supply energy, so think of it as a payment and let me off the hook. I would try to restrain my slaughter a bit!"
Hearing this asshole's words, I wasn't even feeling a bit convinced, but his generous fine surely made my heart bigger than ever, and I took a puff from my cigar and began to release the wire from the bat and took the box from his hands. Well, this box was really an insane item. I was wondering how in the world this fuck got this.
But fuck him and his reason; I felt that I should hurry up and close the office, so I quickly came into my office and directly went to the basement, as my many treasured spirits were here, while this antak bastard was like an ace in my collection, so I could keep him around me.
While my suitcase held mostly average spirits because I didn't want to kill a mosquito with a bazooka; otherwise it could have been pretty disastrous, and high-level spirits were so few in number that it was a hassle to even find one, but heh-heh, I had more than 100, and this antak bastard was an ace among them.
So I took a deep breath and told Antak to be cautious while he smiled, and we opened the door of the basement, and an immense aura of such spirits began to emerge. I was pretty habitual of seeing such outbursts, but the raging aura soon disappeared after seeing this creep with me.
The main spirits didn't like me because I dominated them and enslaved them to me, so this rageful aura was for me, while everyone went silent and lowered their pressure to negligible, while he began to smirk while seeing me and shouted, "See, jerks, juniors still know how to respect big brother, so seeing how nice you all are, I will just leave with just an arm this time!"
As he spoke this, he again disappeared for a mere moment and tore their arms from their bodies in a pretty creepy and brutal way. But as he returned to my side, seeing how this bastard was again acting on its own, I gave a tight bat to his head and told him to never again eat my collection, or it would take a great amount of resources to make them again.
After hitting this asshole, I took out that black box and asked in a commanding tone, "Ok, so now create that altar that could help me feed the energy of this box to my collection."
Hearing my words didn't make him happy, and he spoke in quite a creepy and scary way: "Brat, were you born dumb, or are you trying to make fun of me, huh? When you just enslaved that priest, why the fuck are you bothering me?"
Hearing his words made me realize that I shouldn't even talk with this foul-mouthed bastard any longer, but his suggestion was pretty much right, so I quickly summoned that bastard out of my suitcase. When he was coming out, he was looking pretty creepy and laughing way too maniacally, but the moment his gaze went on his seniors and 'Antak,' his cheerfulness quickly disappeared.
And he began to bow while asking the reason for his summons. Now I was pretty happy to see such a polite servant; otherwise, other brutes won't listen to me unless I torture them in brutal ways, so I quickly told him the purpose.
And after hearing about the altar, he quickly created it, and this creep really created it way too skillfully, and the moment he completed it, I asked him how to operate it, and then, after taking all info out from him, I again sealed him back inside a doll among my collection. Now all seniors were looking pretty happy to see a new junior among them.
So I quickly activated the altar and began to put the box on that altar; it was surely pretty efficient. The arms that were torn from them by Antak got healed up in no time, and seeing this thing, I was pretty shocked to think that even such things existed among spirits. Well, this was more than just terrifying.