Chapitre 5: the aftermath
I watched as the humans in front of me, were being killed, and eaten alive like cattle, coldly, i watched this all happen... from above... when suddenly i felt a shift in the surroundings... as a figure appeared behind me....
It was Belliel she was my faithful commander of this operation, and many more to come... a demon knight is useful in many ways...
Than i got curious... what does she look like beneath the armor? what do they all look like beneath the plate armor? in fact most of the knights are female... three out of five are in fact female...
just an interesting fact...
and one ill surely learn about later on...
"take off your helmet."
i looked towards her with expectation... and she didnt disapoint...
she did so... without saying anything, and i looked towards her, she had pale grey skin, shining crimson eyes with black sclera, with platintum white hair that was tucked into her uniform...
she was blushing lightly, as i stared i at her...
satisfied, i getsured for her to put her helmet back on.
witch only on two eye sockets for her to look through.... wondering how she breathed in such a thing... my attention quickly turned else where, as i looked upon the outpost below, now turned into a river of blood...
Demons were devouring the humans, or sadistically toying with them while they screamed... cried and begged for mercy, there was none to be given... none to be had... no mercy will ever come....
i turned to watch as a mother wielded a dagger and slit her own throat in fear for what they may do to her, but leaving her own children alone...
i raised my hands, theatrically, as if this was a beuatiful symphony as i closed my eyes to enjoy it for a moment... the dead, the depair, the hatred, the love...
love? in a way, demons were the most loving creatures, as they showed the cruel, the most honest side of themselves to their enemies.... the desire to eat, the desire to torture, and to torture is a means to love, and to eat, is a means to love ones food....
i turned to look at a child a demon, red demon, eating the brains of a decapatitated knight...
this was a form of love.
i ask you reader, is this not the same as eating your own food? is this not the same, when eating your favourite desert? your favourite main course?
i believe it is... for i am the demon lord, and this.... is my story... ill show you everything.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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