Fallen took a deep breath. His body trembled, not from fear… but something deeper.
A soft voice echoed in his mind—
"I'm part of your family now… you can tell me."
Misaki's words. Her kiss. That warmth.
Suddenly, darkness crept into his vision. Another flash—
His mother, lying in the hospital.
The name "Fallen" whispered.
And then—her head exploded.
Fallen (shaking): "I... I can't die here…"
Before an eye could blink, Fallen's left hand struck forward like a missile.
A punch — straight through Rinka's stomach.
The force tore through flesh and bone, bursting out through Rinka's back.
Blood sprayed like a fountain.
With one hand still inside him, Fallen grabbed Rinka's head by the hair—
And in one swift, brutal motion—ripped it clean off.
He stared at the head in his hand, cold and lifeless.
Then… he threw it out the window.
But the monster didn't stop there.
Fallen dropped to his knees in front of the mutilated corpse.
He began clawing at the flesh—with his own fingernails.
Ripping.
Tearing.
Eating.
His face, mouth, chest—soaked in blood.
The room reeked of death.
A boy once born crying… now feasting on flesh.
He wasn't human anymore.
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Scene cuts.
Elsewhere.
Fallen's father stood still, a strange weight pulling at his chest.
Something… felt wrong.
Then—
"Yo. Long time no see, brother."
A voice.
The father turned, slowly.
There, leaning against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, stood No.2.
Smirking.
Father: "Oh… it's you, elder brother."
No.2: "Isn't it obvious?"
Father: "You came to kill me… just like you killed our father?"
No.2's smile widened, eyes gleaming with madness.
"That old bastard ranked you above me… despite me being the elder. I'll never forget the taste of his cold flesh. But you know what I like more?"
He licked his lips.
"Warm flesh… younger flesh. Heh…"
Father (gritting his teeth): "You're a disgrace to our clan."
No.2: "So are you. You resigned, abandoned your title. Got expelled from the demon race. They stripped your powers."
Father (with deadly calm): "I don't need powers to kill you."
No.2 chuckled darkly.
"Still got that No.1 attitude… That's the only thing I ever liked about you."
Without another word, both men tore their shirts—ripping them off with one brutal motion.
Then they dashed forward—two demons born from the same bloodline, destined to clash.
Uppercuts — thrown at the same time.
Both fists collided under each other's jaws, sending No.2 flying slightly off the ground.
No.2 twisted midair and slammed a kick across the father's cheek. A small cut opened.
But instead of bleeding… it smoked.
And then… healed instantly.
No.2 (surprised): "You can still regenerate? Even without your powers?"
Father: "That regeneration—my strength—it never belonged to the demon race.
It's mine."
He took a step forward.
"Now let me show you… how I became No.1 in Hell."
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Chapter Ends.