CRASH!
Diodora slammed into the shattered stone wall, blood spraying from his mouth. His eyes burned with wild, hysterical madness.
He clawed desperately at the power of the Snake—Ophis's gift—even knowing it might devour him alive. But Diodora didn't care. He roared, lunging at Tenra again.
"Tenra Kamiyo!"
BOOM!
"Die!"
BOOM!
"I don't believe it!"
BOOM!
"AAAHHH!"
BOOM!
Again and again. He threw himself at Tenra, and again and again, he was slapped aside—like a broken toy.
Once. Twice. Three times. Eventually, Diodora lost count. Rage and obsession drove him, but reality was merciless.
No matter how hard he fought, he couldn't win. Never. Not against this monster.
The truth hit, cold and final—a weight that crushed his soul. Powerless. Hopeless.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Blood-soaked, Diodora screamed at the ceiling, then collapsed, knees buckling beneath him.
He'd sacrificed everything for revenge. And for what? The world was cruel. Unfair.
Why? Why? Why?!
Tenra watched him, expression unreadable—a devil's cold smile. He seized Diodora by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
"Do you understand now, Diodora? The gulf between us—heaven and earth."
Cruel? Maybe. But Tenra never showed mercy to those who made themselves his enemy.
"You… monster… you monster…"
Diodora's struggles faded, hatred and venom draining away. All that remained was terror—raw, unfiltered.
This monster…
Tenra shook his head, voice low and pitiless. "I'm no monster. You are. Ugly, weak, twisted—reviled by the world itself."
He tossed Diodora aside. Another crash—Diodora's body crumpled against the ruined wall, buried in rubble.
What a pointless revenge. Tenra had almost expected something more.
He let his armor dissolve, strode to the dais, and sat down.
"Master, this one's broken," Raynare called, dragging Diodora from the rubble like a dead animal, her smile wicked and sweet.
"He's all yours. I'm too bored to finish him myself."
Tenra yawned, waving her off. Raynare's eyes glinted—she licked her lips, conjuring a spear of light.
"Spare me, Tenra Kamiyo! I'll never oppose you again—please, let me live!"
Diodora's voice was hoarse, desperate. Revenge, power—none of it mattered. At the edge of death, only survival remained.
"I've already given you to Raynare. Better beg her."
Tenra shrugged, feigning helplessness. Diodora clung to the hope, turning to Raynare with frantic eyes.
"Spare me, Fallen Angel! Anything you want—please!"
He coughed blood, groveling, dignity shattered. In that moment, Diodora heard his soul screaming. But survival was all that mattered.
Pathetic.
Raynare stepped onto his battered face, grinding her heel. She smiled, gentle as spring.
"Alright. I'll spare you."
Humiliation burned, but relief overwhelmed him. Diodora nearly wept.
"Thank you… uh—"
He didn't finish. Raynare's spear of light pierced his heart. Diodora stared, disbelief frozen on his face.
"Idiot. You dared oppose my master and still think you'll live? Die quietly."
Her gentle smile twisted into something cruel. Black flames surged from her hand, racing down the spear—engulfing Diodora in cursed fire.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"
His screams echoed, agony and regret mingling as he was reduced to ash. So ended Diodora's tragic life.
Raynare soared to the dais, wrapping her arms around Tenra's neck, voice playful.
"How did I do, master?"
Tenra stroked her cheek, lips curling. "You gave him hope, then snatched it away. Raynare, you really are wicked."
She giggled, pressing her lips to his. "Isn't that exactly why you love me?"
They lost themselves in each other, shameless and wild. Only after a long while did Tenra pat Raynare's perfect rear.
"Save the rest for when we're home. We've got company."
Raynare's eyes flashed, but she released him and stepped aside without question.
Tenra glanced into the empty hall.
"You've watched long enough. Ready to show yourself?"
A magic circle bloomed in the air. A man appeared—tall, handsome, dressed in noble finery. Elf-like ears, an aura of cold arrogance.
"I am the true heir of Asmodeus—Creuserey Asmodeus."
His pride radiated from every pore. Creuserey's gaze was icy as he regarded Tenra.
"So, one of the Old Satan Faction's big shots. Diodora threw in with you, didn't he? Why not intervene earlier?"
Tenra had sensed his presence all along. He'd handed Diodora to Raynare just to see what this man would do.
He'd expected a rescue. But Creuserey hadn't lifted a finger—even as Diodora burned to ash.
"Trash like him dying means nothing. As kin to the false Maou Beelzebub, we never truly accepted him. He was just a tool."
Disdain flickered in Creuserey's eyes.
Tenra nodded, almost pitying Diodora. Betrayed, used, and discarded—a tragedy. Maybe Tenra had done him a favor by ending it.
"So, why seek me out instead of the current Maou?"
He knew he was a player, but he had no real ties to the Old Satan Faction. Tenra was curious.
"Tenra Kamiyo, I'm here to rescue Katerea Leviathan. She is our true comrade."
"So you want Katerea back… Is it really just about comrades?"
Tenra's smile was sly.
"Katerea Leviathan is the woman I desire. I will save her from your clutches!"
Tenra's eyes widened in mock understanding. So, a suitor.
But you're too late, my friend. Katerea's already been devoured—there's nothing left for you to save.
Watching Creuserey's cold, proud bearing, Tenra felt the stirrings of mischief.
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