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The man fell limply to the ground, pain streaming down his body as he glared at the three individuals approaching him at an even pace. A cackle escaped his lips. "Me? Who am I? Why would the All-So-Great Patriarchs be concerned about that?" His voice sent a shiver down the spines of those below him, but it had no effect on the Patriarchs.

Years of experience had forged them into powerful fighters, and this man was nothing compared to the countless hurdles they faced to reach this point. "Besides...One's missing."

Michaelo's brow raised into an arch, his eyes narrowing at the man's words. 'This is private information, though'. The 12th family was not like the rest; they were often called the Shadow of the Great families due to their closed nature. Their abilities lay in the occult and supernatural, most of which had been branded as taboo by the Divine Kingdom.

Michaelo decided to be more cautious than he had intended, as this man had proven to be more than just a 'disturbance'.

"Be careful, he's most likely an 11th star like me," Michaelo spoke up, as they approached. Kira huffed.

"And who do you think you are? I am a 13th circle. There is absolutely nothing he could do against us." Chun nodded in agreement.

"Needless to say, we need to get information out of this bastard...for this catastrophe."

The cries of the audience had died down, but the screeching of the dying Devo Babies filled the Colosseum with a dark shadow and a constant reminder of the carnage.

"How dare you perform such antics in our midst?" Chun grabbed the man's neck, squeezing it tightly as he poked certain parts of the man's body. "Oh, is this the pressure point blockage I've only ever read about?" The man chuckled, his voice hoarse from the pressure, as he spat blood at Chun's face.

Chun sighed deeply, ki circulating through his hands as the force on the man's neck increased, but just enough not to let him die. Though, they weren't sure if he would die anyway. The man groaned in pain, gripping at Chun's large arms in an attempt to set himself free, but to no avail. The man seemed relentless in being stubborn.

"Superbia, the Greater Sin of Pride." The familiar voice caught the Patriarchs by surprise as their gazes snapped back to Raph, who was walking towards them.

A puzzled expression was etched on their faces, but that expression slowly changed when Chun noticed the man's sudden lack of resistance. Chun eased the pressure on the man's neck, raising a brow and asking, "Is this true?" The man's gaze was locked on Chun, but the emotion behind them was the same unwillingness.
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"It's true. The Demonic Humans from the legend still exist...he introduced himself when he thought he could silence me with ease." Raph explained, his gaze fixed on the man, and just then, the man turned towards him in a single motion.

He looked like he had questions to ask, but for some reason, he remained fixed, preventing himself from speaking anymore.

"The Demonic Humans?" Michaelo spoke up, a strong desire burning within him. "Are you sure, Raph?" He asked, his tone laced with disbelief. Demonic Humans weren't known until after the incident at the Academy, but the Greater Sins had appeared years after that. He was only able to recognize him from the wanted posters from his past life.

"Yes, Father." Raph nodded.

"Hah! Hah!" The man chuckled lightly, his gaze never leaving Raph for even a second.

"You believe a child? Even if he is yours, isn't that dumb?" He spoke up, his tone laced with ridicule. Chun clicked his tongue, knocking the man on the head to silence him.

"Child or not, you will tell us the truth. If it's something you already told the child, then there's no way of refuting it."

"And somehow, there's a way of proving it," the man snapped at Chun, receiving another blow to the head to silence his stubbornness.

The man bit down on his lip, unable to clench his fist, since he had lost all sensation from his neck below.

"The 12 Great Families must be inept"

he mused, when Chun pushed him to the dome, removing his hand at the same time and letting the electrocuting function take his place. The man cried out in pain, his bones cracking and breaking as lightning ravaged through his body, causing crackling sounds to echo in the air.

This occurred for a while until he fell to the ground limply, breathing heavily.

"I can still feel pain? But I can't use my limbs?" He muttered as Chun pulled him upwards by his neck once again.

"Who are you?" His voice exuded the power he had over this man's life, and yet, like a mule, the man remained quiet. Kira sighed.

"We should take him back to the Imperial Palace; they should have better ways of getting the answers they want."

She folded her hands, quickly losing interest in their current situation. This tournament had played out long enough, and she needed her required time for herself and her work once again. She turned to leave, but the man spoke out. "Leaving already, Princess?

I thought I could get you on all fours once I was done dealing with these humans." Kira froze on the spot as she looked back at the man, her expression unphased.

Her eyes always had an aura of pride and strength that was exuded with the rest of her, and nothing ever changed it.

"Funny, aren't Demonic Humans called such because they're humans too? May as well kill yourself while you're at it" His eyes narrowed, taken aback by her statement, as she turned around to walk away.

"Well, that was unexpected," he muttered, before he felt his body swooning in the air and smashing into the ground, a cracking sound echoing as blood gushed out from his mouth.

A trembling pain assaulted his senses, his gaze trembling at the sight of blood and rocks. His arms and legs fell to the ground, and his head dug a deep hole in the ice ground.

"Speak, Demonic Human, Who are you? What are you? What is your goal?" The man coughed out blood, his body trembling from the brute strength.

"Hah, why...why would I need to tell you that?" The man muttered, through gritted teeth.

"You came to kill me, didn't you?"

Once again, he was taken aback by Raph's question. His eyes searched for the boy.

"What...how..." He grunted in pain, observing Raph's legs upside down.

"You said you came with another Greater Sin...since you don't have the ability to control demons." Raph spoke up again, and this time Michaelo joined in with Chun and Kira, their curiosity palpable in their gaze as it landed on Raph.

"This...this liar!" The man cried out in annoyance, and for some reason, his arms and legs began to work nearly instantly, an inbuilt Miasma growing within him.

Chun snapped at the man, holding him down with brute strength that could have crushed a whale with a single snap of his finger, and yet this man fought back like it was a mere chain binding him.

Chun grunted, but the man's strength only increased, and in the next moment, just before Michaelo could think of protecting his son, a burst of murky black miasma blew out from his body as he charged at the boy.

"I must kill you!" The man thought, his fingers wide open as he closed the distance between them before a fraction of a second. Michaelo was a step too late, and the other Patriarchs seemed evident in letting whatever happened play out. Would it be really bad if this kid died now?

was probably what passed through their heads, but at that moment, when the man could already feel the skin of Raph's neck, a crippling cold assaulted the man's senses.

His eyes widened, and the ice spread throughout his hand, freezing it into hard crystalline ice.

"This is for making me feel weak." Raph said, taking a step back in a pretense to dodge, a wild grin plastered on his face and a malevolent hue hiding behind his eyes, a color so thin that it nearly appeared invincible.

"How dare you!" The man's face contorted, and another burst of miasma blew Raph meters away. He attempted to charge at Raph again, when an otherworldly presence suffused his very skin, causing goosebumps to ride through his body.

"Not on my watch." Michaelo's voice was like a death scythe as he swung his blade and shattered the ice around his arms, pulling his left hand towards him to grab him when his body suddenly disappeared. Michaelo stumbled forward but regained composure as he looked up.

"Would you look at that."

The Patriarchs were left lost for words by the amount of miasma that exuded out of the individual who floated above them in the sky.

"You seem pretty battered up, sugar." The female voice was like a symphony of music, a music meant to allure the ignorant and the fools, and yet the powerful and the vengeful. This was the epitome of seduction, her words enough to allure the strongest of hearts and nut the hardest of men.

"And who are you?" Kira spoke up, her mana swirling, preparing to cast a spell at any given moment. Her decision to simply walk away from this was quickly thwarted by Raph's words.

A woman with cat eyes, ears, and a long slender black tail that reached at least two meters, floated in the air, and next to her was the man who had appeared once before. She exuded an aura of charm, and her expression made her intent palpable. She had yellow golden eyes that could captivate even the blind, and her lips were peach pink.

Her body radiated allure and seductiveness, with a slender waist and curvaceous hips that commanded attention. Her ample bosom was accentuated by her form-fitting tank top, while her unbuttoned shorts hinted at the beauty beneath.

As she gazed downward, her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, exuding a sensual aura that captivated all who laid eyes on her. With a small giggle, she said playfully,

"Well, wouldn't you like to know."