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Kenzo transitioned from attempting to kill a housewife to meeting his demise at her doorstep. The lady standing above him was the last sight he beheld.Unbelievably, this was how he met his end, and though he couldn't have predicted it, there was a strange satisfaction in its finality.
The emptiness that lingered throughout his life would now cease, and Kenzo found solace in the closure.
With proof of demons, the existence of hell was confirmed, a destination promising torment and endless pain.
Kenzo eagerly anticipated it, viewing it as a paradise.
In a death state for approximately 10 seconds, he experienced over 10 years of hell, enduring the piercing blades and spears of various weapons, undergoing dismemberment and reconstruction countless times.
Every agonizing second was a source of pleasure for Kenzo, as he finally felt the pain he had inflicted on his victims.
Regrettably, this period of respite wouldn't last. Beelithina had shared her blood, channeling the demon's energy into Kenzo – the reason she retained it for so long.
As she lingered on Earth, her powers waned, yet absorbing the demon served as a temporary source to replenish her diminishing demonic energy.
Kenzo assimilated its essence into his body, infused with Beelithina's blood, undergoing a transformation to be reborn as an incubus. His eyes snapped open, and his body convulsed, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
The Oni mask he always wore shattered the moment horns sprouted from his head. Beneath the mask, Kenzo was reborn, and his stunning face bore an expression he didn't even know existed – the look of ecstasy.
It was her first time seeing his face, and he embodied perfection.
A smirk graced her beautiful face because she knew she had just created the perfect incubus.
This attempt took a lot from her, and Beelithina's horns receded, her breathing labored, as she had exhausted her demonic energy to recreate Kenzo in her image.
Kenzo noticed this momentary weakness and charged at her, intending to take her head, but he halted inches from her face.
"Why can't I harm you?" Kenzo questioned, feeling every muscle bursting with energy.
Unbelievably powerful, he had never felt this way before, yet he knew he had to kill the demon before him, the one that had blessed him with this power.
"You share my blood; I'm your maker, so you cannot possibly harm me," Beelithina explained with a smirk.
Kenzo retracted his hand, unfazed by the revelation, expecting such a development.
"I see, that makes sense, but why do I have so much power, and you lack it?" Kenzo asked the right questions, realizing the limitless potential of his new form. His reputation would flourish, and death couldn't claim him, even if it wanted to.
"I'm not of this world, so my powers drain the longer I use them. But you... You're a different case, so the longer you stay here, the more powerful you become, and in turn, I," Beelithina revealed.
"How does my growing power enhance yours?" Kenzo sought all available information, unaware of the monsters that might pursue her, driven solely by the mission.
That defined his character, yet he pondered the impact on his former life.
"That's correct. I had no source to feed off, but now I have you – my little demonic energy battery to nourish me. It's my privilege as your maker. We're linked," she explained, with one lingering thought on her mind.
"He didn't break from his experience in hell? Just what is this human?"
However, as Kenzo would soon discover, along with the pros of his newfound powers, there were cons.
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Kenzo faced his first-ever mission failure against supernatural beings, a significant blow to his pride. The imperative to eliminate the succubus persisted, a matter of immense personal pride that denied him rest, despite being aware of her untrustworthy nature.
Upon reaching home, his phone buzzed with an alert confirming the success of his kill. "Huh?" Kenzo wondered, skeptical of the verification, particularly since the succubus remained very much alive. However, this concern paled in comparison to a more pressing issue.
Lying on his bed, a sense of recklessness overcame him, his body now craving something unfamiliar. "What is this feeling?" Kenzo questioned internally, only to realize a noticeable bulge in his trousers. As an Incubus, the surge in libido made sense, a crucial aspect contributing to his strength.
Unable to confront the demons in his current state, Kenzo battled with the challenge of these newfound threats. Recognizing that his strength might not be enough, he acknowledged that his adversaries existed long before his birth, granting them experience beyond his comprehension.
Kenzo, unsure how to navigate this unexpected development, managed to close his eyes and drift into a seemingly peaceful slumber. However, with it came a wet dream, further complicating his already tumultuous situation.
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Morning unfolded, and Kenzo's eyes slowly greeted the day, the echoes of the wild night lingering in his consciousness.
As he rose from his slumber and confronted his reflection in the mirror, the once-present horns were now absent, replaced by an undeniable surge of potent energy coursing through his veins. Amidst his contemplation, a buzzing phone diverted his focus, not signaling a new mission but summoning him to a meeting with the Death Squad.
Kenzo sighed, the anticipation of interacting with his fellow assassins stirring a mixture of disdain and resignation within him.
Although he harbored no desire for these gatherings, he acknowledged that he had no choice as this was just as important as the assassination jobs he frequently embarked on.
However, the unusual commotion just beyond his door caught his attention.
Persistent whispers in this typically quiet neighborhood that had initially drawn Kenzo to make it his residence.
Surprised, he contemplated what could be causing such a commotion. As these musings occupied his thoughts, the doorbell rang right on time.
Although not expecting any visitors, Kenzo maintained the carefully crafted social façade he had mastered.
His ability to exude the demeanor of a harmless neighbor was a skill honed through experience and necessity.
Without inquiry, he opened the door, revealing a godlike woman standing before him.
A lollipop nestled between her thick lips, her attire exuded a provocative allure, with the underside of her breasts teasingly revealed by a white crop top and short denim shorts displaying her assets in all their glory.
This was the source of the earlier commotion but Kenzo struggled to place the identity of this enigmatic woman.
"Who are you?" Kenzo inquired, detecting a subtle familiarity in her aura reminiscent of the demon he had encountered.
With a smile, the woman responded,
"It's me, Beelithina." Despite her changed appearance, Kenzo found himself grappling with the perplexing question of why she had chosen to appear at his doorstep.
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