2nd Round Villain

28 – The cross that does evil – 6

Kwadeuk-!

You can vividly feel the tender inner flesh between the fingers holding the pocket knife. Something sticky lands on the glove you’re wearing.

Crying, blood leaked from Letavis’ mouth. Riding on the back of my hand covered with white cotton gloves.

Red blood always intoxicates my mind. The senses of the whole body are awakened as if struck by lightning.

“turn off… uh… ugh… .”

When you’re putting on a show, the way to tell if it’s successful or not is to watch the audience’s reaction.

There are two types of audiences who react to successful shows. The audience goes crazy and screams or something.

“hahahaha, you opened your mouth wide and let out a stupid moan. Did you like my show?”

The audience is completely immersed in the show, staring blankly and spitting out weak sounds.

“Turn off… heh heh heh… .”

Ah, in the case like now, is it because I’m covering my mouth? Does not matter. Controlling and handling the audience is the basic qualification of a ‘veteran magician’ or ‘master director’.

Knock-!

“ouch! Are you trying to fight back even if your throat is pierced? Truly a demon! It’s like a two-headed race that feeds on fighting spirit and grit!”

“Ooh, woah uh uh… !”

As he spat out the words he would kill, Letavis tightened his jaw. Since I put my hand in his mouth, he intends to cut my wrist, which is the connecting point, with his teeth.

Good judgment. There’s no way a demon’s teeth that can crush rocks can’t break a limb’s wrist.

Even though there are no two body parts that should never be lost, a person facing death can’t do anything.

“Kuaaa!!”

Letavis raises his grip to the extreme and tries to cut my wrists.

Kwaaak-.

but.

“It is nice to have a massage. Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit like my wrist muscles are tight, but the dullness instantly cools me down.”

“Uh, uh… ?”

“Ah, why don’t you hang up?”

A veteran magician prepares for all futures.

Letavis, whose counterattack of conversion did not work, looked up at me in bewilderment with her eyes wide open. I waved my left hand, not holding the pocket knife, in front of his eyes. My left hand was covered with a white glove I had worn since I first left the duke’s residence.

“You see this? Kick kick.”

“ugh… … .”

“On the outside, it’s just white cotton gloves, right? actually! It’s just plain white cotton gloves! Except for the fact that the thread from which it was made was spun from the cocoon of Arachne, the king of lords!”

Lord King Arachne. Arachne, the ruler of Masurim and one of the Five Kings, is an absolute strongman standing shoulder to shoulder with Horus the King and Endros the Dragon King.

Of course, the web that Arachne weaved herself is also not ordinary. It is tougher than adamantium, and it does not tear or get scratched by any attack.

Foreign substances such as blood are not removed, so it always maintains a pure white color, completely blocks the wearer’s energy from spilling to the outside, and completely blocks extreme external shocks. It even gave the wearer a vivid feeling as if they were not wearing gloves, and it was my favorite magic tool even in my previous life.

But you may be wondering why I said it was normal. I understand. However, being ordinary is a subjective law. Arachne’s cotton gloves or whatever, if that’s my standard then that’s it.

“Are your teeth hurting? You don’t even have strength in your chin.”

“this… aaa… !”

Pooh-! Quadduk-!

Suddenly, Letavis screamed. It wasn’t like a desperate attempt to draw out power, it was a scream of pain. I pulled my pocketknife from the inside of his neck and started hacking around the hot area with my hands moving.

uvula, esophagus, vocal cords, artery. Various soft devices made of blood, flesh, and tissue are scattered in my hands. The devices that make up the machine called Letavis are gradually disintegrating because of a single screwdriver called me.

Squeak-.

“… … !… … … !!”

I found a large vein like a tendon. I couldn’t stand it because I was curious, and immediately swung my hand and cut it with a single knife, and the fountain of blood burst from Letavis’ nose and mouth.

Alas, it was an artery. I frown when I imagine the pain he must be feeling. It was a very stimulating imagination for a demon with a weak stomach like me.

“Ah, sister. Let’s act neatly. My sister is dripping blood, so it gets all over my clothes.”

“turn off… eww… ugh… .”

“Ah, why sister? You don’t know anymore, do you? You don’t think it’s a male because there’s even a pillar left, right?”

After that, for a long time, he patted his invisible hand and cut everything that caught him, but each time Letavis only showed a violent reaction, he did not completely stop breathing. It is because demons have as tenacious vitality as cockroaches.

He probably wouldn’t die easily if he didn’t cut his throat properly.

hmm… It’s a bit monotonous to only cut inside the body like this…

It is true that it is a provocative sight. It’s cruel enough to stick a hand in your mouth and slit your throat and esophagus, enough to excite me who’ve done almost anything bizarre.

But, something is boring.

I know why. That’s why I feel bored with the knife and the scene of this massacre.

“It’s no fun.”

“ugh… .”

“When it comes to cleaning fish, they say that it doesn’t taste good unless it is fluttering live fish. That’s how I feel right now.”

“this… eww… ah… .”

“Did you accept death or give up, there is no reaction. It’s so boring. How is this different from dissecting a corpse?”

How, is there no way to make killing a little more enjoyable? While stimulating my interest?

It is a very difficult and complex conundrum. To show interest again in a toy that has lost interest.

who am i I am a wanderer seeking mysteries. He is the kind of guy who is happy when faced with difficulties. Finding an answer that exists somewhere is easier for me than breathing.

“… … Aagh!”

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Just then, Letavis, who had been ‘pretending’ to give up until now, momentarily kicked the ground.

Letavis raised his upper body and pushed his mouth one step deeper. If I did that, my pocketknife would penetrate my intestines, but I’m willing to take on such a dangerous thing.

Whoop!

Quadduk-!

I hurriedly withdrew my hand. Leave the dagger intact.

It was close. Even if it was half and half late, my arm would have been cut off. I was interested in living with a hook in one hand like a pirate captain, but for a magician, hands are life.

The moment a kaleidoscope passed by and the three swords were in front of her eyes, Letavis looked for a way to survive by squeezing even the strength she had been suckling. The trick he came up with was to cut off my unarmored forearm by putting it in his mouth.

Anyway, it’s all or nothing. Letavis’s plan worked admirably, and I tossed the pocket knife through him and removed my hand.

Every time I move, I will feel the pain of tearing my stomach, but it’s better than dying without feeling like it. Letavis shook his head well.

“Cheak! Kak! turn off… .”

Grabbing my liberated neck with one hand, Letavis glared at me with a murderous glare.

How is it? I lost my magic tool.

It’s not like my ‘assistant’ is here.

Out of habit, he put his left hand forward and moved his right hand into his pocket. The seductive left hand is for buying extra time to prepare magic, and the right hand is for finding answers during the time the left hand has earned.

Cut-.

You can feel something solid with your fingertips. A lump of iron measuring 12 cm in length and 7 cm in width, shaped like two sticks attached.

Seriously, this doesn’t help at all in the current situation. I never thought I’d run with the discretion to swallow my pocketknife. The will is great.

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Jump-!

In an instant, Letavis, who had been groping for breath all along, suddenly jumped at me.

“aaah!!”

From his screams, I could feel how desperate Letavis was now. Letavis now gathers up the last bit of strength and activates his limbs to attack me.

“Quaaagh! Ugh! Ugh!”

“… This could be a bit risky. It’s nice to have fun, but this is a little more thrilling than necessary… ?”

With blood flowing out of my veins and reddened skin, Letavis tried to pin me down from above. A strategy that is possible because his height is so overwhelming that he is almost twice as tall as me.

After all, demons are a great race. Why is life so tenacious? This area is already full of the blood of Letavis. If it was a human, I would have died five or six times.

Anger-!

Seeing Letavis’s shadow cast over me, I quickly retrieved an item from my pocket and threw it.

A solid with sharp edges. My magic item this time, a long stick with a slightly shorter stick attached vertically, is the rosary left by the saintess.

You have to buy some time first. It should be treated as precious as it is an item left by a saintess, but since it is made from the most sacred ore on the continent, it should not break or break.

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Just like that, it was the moment when the body of Letavis and the cross met.

Chiyiik-!

“Quaaagh!”

“… oh?”

Both Nana Letavis and the unexpected happened.

Where did the momentum that was so fierce and ferocious go, and Letavis jumped backwards as if burned by very strong static electricity. Black smoke was rising from his shoulder, which touched the cross.

Letavis, who frantically stepped back several meters, hesitated. It is because there is a cliff behind him where Leonard fell.

situation behind the scenes. Only then did Letavis, who was able to look around, stared at me with rational eyes.

To be precise, the black rosary that had just been thrown, collided with Letavis, and bounced back into my grasp.

A shocked silence hovered between us. Me and he were dumbfounded. I looked at the rosary in my hand with a bewildered feeling.

The rosary is shining.

Only then did I understand what was going on. Why does the rosary do this?

“Eureka.”

It came to mind. A very interesting idea. A rare idea that will bring life to this boring fight.

rosary.

The Cross.

Rosario.

Any name doesn’t matter. The important thing is that this cross has a mighty power that destroys ugly races like demons with divine power the moment it touches them.

“Are you wondering what this is? Let’s experience it for yourself!”

It was an object that the holy woman who possessed the most divine power in the holy church, not anyone else, always carried in her bosom. The cross itself is the Death Note to demons and monsters.

Divine power rejects demonic energy. It is defined as an evil force, and those who dare to go against the doctrine of the Lord are punished with overwhelming force. This is the reason why I had a seizure when I met the saintess in Tartarus and tried to inject her divine power to heal me.

Although the true divine power that the saintess burned to the point of her own lifespan even managed to break down the racial barrier and heal.

The reason I can touch the cross with my bare hands is probably because the saintess handed it to me. If not, there is no explanation.

“… … ! Ugh, ugh!”

Letavis’s eyes grew wide. There is nothing to comment on because his mouth was ripped to pieces a long time ago.

I must have seen the black cross on my right hand. Since the color of the cross is a light ink, it must have been a protective color at night, making it difficult to see. Of course, now it emits dazzling light, so it is brighter than anything else.

I deliberately lifted the cross high to make it visible.

“eww! eww! ugh… !”

For demons, the cross is a cursed object that should not be taken carelessly. Possession of the cross, the symbol of the Holy Church, is a sense of immediate execution, and in severe cases, it is punishable by the death penalty.

Of course, as with all crimes, you are innocent as long as you don’t get caught.

Therefore, I am a good and exemplary demon. A law-abiding demon that sets an example for others.

“eww! ugh! Ughhh!”

After recognizing the cross, Letavis shrank into a mouse in front of the cat. To him, a demon native to the demon realm, the saintess’s rosary was truly an object of fear.

oh, that’s fun too The reaction is explosive, and it’s funny how Letavis is ridiculously controlled by this small object in my hand.

“Sister, let’s dance a wonderful dance! The title is, a waltz in a demonic night!”

“Oh, oh! Oia!”

“Don’t come? How can we dance together without sticking together! Don’t be shy! I will skillfully lead you!”

Intoxicated with the desire to swing the cross as quickly as possible, I hurriedly pulled out a white mask and, after putting it on, approached Letavis with a dash. He was forced to dodge to the left of either side by the cliffs dominating his back.

I quickly dotted the front of Letavis and brought him close to the edge of the cliff. Then, Letavis tried to force a breakthrough with his back.

Chiyiik-!

I lightly reached out and held the cross on his shoulder, and he immediately screamed back. Its killing power is incomparable to that of the pocket knife from before.

“Quaaagh!”

“Ahh, mutual interaction is important in waltz. If you suddenly charge ignorantly like that, the rhythm will be broken.”

The black rosary, which was only black in color, was brighter than anything else in the world and emitted a divine light. When she was in Tartarus, the light that the saintess had always subdued became abundant around the cross.

Sensing the object to be eradicated, it entered a state of purification.

It’s okay because I have an unknown resistance, but the holy light is like lava fire to demons and monsters. The ugliest god, the creature of the Demon God, cannot withstand the light of divine power.

Even more so, if the main body of the cross directly touches the skin, what will happen to the demon’s fragile skin?

Cheehee- Tuk.

“… ! Whoa, whoa!”

The shoulder melted easily without any sense of resistance. Both me and Letavis were taken aback. I thought it was impossible, but I thought that just touching it would make that part disappear.

Once again, I realize how stupid the priests were. Even with such killing power, he always stands out in front of demons, devils, and monsters, ‘In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!’ Isn’t this sh*t dropped?

There is also a reason why it has stronger sacred power because it is the cross of a saint rather than anyone else.

As the shoulder disappeared, the arm fell off. Letavis lost his will to fight against the unrealistic pain and situation that overtook him.

The lost fighting spirit brings back forgotten fear. It moves even when its rigid body creaks.

Letavis managed to move both legs and try to escape from the sphere of the cross I was holding.

Could that be it, you fool?

“sister! Where do you keep trying to leave! The waltz isn’t over yet!”

“Ugh, ugh! Aww!”

“Don’t worry, let’s go step by step with me! one two! one two… oh my! My foot is twisted!”

I stepped on the foot of Letavis, who was trying to run away. I think I can hold on for about one to three seconds, no matter how weak I am. That’s enough.

Baka-!

Chi-Ik-!

“Turn it off!”

“Tune in to my rhythm! I am a gentle man no matter how you look at it!”

Quick-! puck-! I’m sorry-!

Excitedly swinging the cross, he slashed various parts of Letavis’ body. No, it melted.

He made every effort to get out, but first I lowered the cross to the lower part of his body and cut off his leg. No, it melted.

Letavis, whose legs had fallen off, collapsed on the ground, waving vainly with his only remaining arm.

I knelt reverently in front of him and repeatedly raised and struck the cross. No, it melted.

A flash of light flashes like a whirlwind. The light of justice rains down from the sky. On the ground, bloody flesh and slime spreads everywhere.

This is the will of the Lord, and the judgment of God.

I am the one holding the rosary and swinging it, but how can this be God’s will? If someone asks me such a frustrating question, I’ll answer it like this.

I am the Lord’s apostle.

Is there anything wrong with it? I received the rosary directly from the saint, the closest daughter of the Lord, and received the love of the most noble and pure saint in the world. I have never been baptized, but I am the person who almost received the first kiss of a saint.

Therefore, I am an apostle of God from now on. He is also a humorous magician, the first film director, and a mischievous kid who likes to play for his age.

Pak-! puck-! Kwadeuk-! Kwajik-!

A pitiful demon is dying in the light emitted by the great and benevolent saintess. I am the one who kills

A young demon who is losing the light of life in real time, I crush with a tool to spread love ruthlessly.

is this love That’s right, it’s love. It is the love of an eccentric apostle, forged by a good Lord. As a product of love created by God, I am beating with full of love.

It may not seem like it, but I really love Letavis.

There is a saying that another word for love is pain. It is in the same context. There is no big difference between love between lovers or God’s love.

I hope you don’t judge by the standards of the old world set by the old people. Well, if you don’t like it, you can’t help it.

Poo-! Chiyiik-! Quadduk-!

Do evil as a cross. The cross does evil. The sacred holy things of the Lord are used as instruments of slaughter.

The positions of good and evil are reversed. The most corrupt of God’s creatures wield the grace of the Lord. Revenge in the name of purification blooms at my fingertips.

“… .”

“… .”

Letavis groaned no more. My heart stopped beating, and my form completely disappeared. It wasn’t just that he was beaten, it was because he was purified from head to toe by the holy power of the rosary.

The show is over. Because the only spectator left.

I don’t even know where it went. I must have gone to the underworld, hell, or heaven. Because no one knows the world after death. I decided to believe from today, if you are the great Lord, you would know.

When a fun show comes to an end, there are things left. It is post-processing and lingering aftertaste. For now, I want to enjoy the afterglow.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been through a slaughter, and my beating heart is not easy to calm down. If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it, is my life quote.

I need to take action on Adelana, who should be going through chaos in my room by now, and my aunt, who has been tied up and left there. It should be finished here too. But those are all later.

Now, what I’m going to do.

“Whoop-whoop-.”

I took a deep breath, taking in the cool night air of the Demon Realm into my lungs.

“Hwi-yo-.”

I took a deep breath and enjoyed the smell of blood. That should be enough for today.

The inside is very cool. Partly because he succeeded in revenge that he couldn’t in his previous life, and partly because he got a new name as God’s Apostle. I also got a stepmother.

my mother, Lord. From today, in your name, I will diligently continue my purification activities.

So, from today, please look carefully.

Be your best son, Oscar Lucifer.

*****

Puck, puck, puck, puck… .

Vision blurs and consciousness fades.

Where was this place?

Oh right. The cliffs of Endros. I came here to the deception of my youngest brother, Oscar, and witnessed a shocking sight.

The image of the youngest child committing the murder of his own people without any hesitation.

I even felt awkward when I saw him do things I had never even imagined without hesitation.

But now, why did this happen?

Why, Oscar, is riding on top of me and beating me down with that monstrosity.

Where did you get such an abomination?

sick.

It hurts so much.

What’s more bitter than the pain of burning my flesh, what’s more painful than the pain of having my internal organs torn apart by a pocket knife, is that I can’t resist, waiting for the existence in front of me to kill me.

Oscar was wearing a mask of unknown origin. The pure white magician’s hat, snowflake-white mask, and pure white suit combine with the bright light emitted by the black cross to dazzle. The scars of red flowers scattered in the middle of it look creepy.

is that the devil?

… no.

That isn’t just a demon.

The devil is a black being that embodies inherent evil and desire. However, that one is plastered in white from head to toe, and is killing me with the sacred object of the sun god called the cross.

Who can see that and call it a devil?

that’s an angel

The appearance that is dotted with only pure white is the appearance of an angel without fail.

The most evil and vicious angel in the world.