Good God, why the hell is this happening to me. Is my adaptive body that great? Truck-Kun, can I exchange my wishes for something else?

"Father told me a couple of weeks ago that I am to marry some nobody." Ezra angrily puffed her cheeks, her crimson eyes glimmering with a ruby-red light, "At first, I was against the idea, but after getting a wisp of your blood and knowing Yura had a thing for you, I change my mind."

Gulping down, I suddenly saw something that caused my very cells to shiver in fear. Time suddenly began to bend as Yura stepped in front of me. A massive magical circle, so complex the very world around me seemed to burn, materialized.

The smile on Ezra's face faded as she shivered but didn't back down as she raised her greatsword. Black and crimson flames covered her very form as she stared down at Yura. Yet, to my surprise, I could see a deep fear radiating from Ezra.

Yura's hair had all but changed to silver as she took a single step appearing before Ezra in an instant. With horror, the young demoness tried to defend herself, but Yura's cold, sinister blade had already pierced through her neck, blasting her skull from her body. Blood showered her gorgeous face as she sneered, whispering something inaudible to me.

Suddenly Ezra's headless body exploded in a mist of crimson blood, decimating everything that came into contact with it. Unfortunately for Ezra, Yura had somehow appeared next to me. Her amethyst eyes glaring at the blood mist with disgust, "How many more blood clones do you have, Ezra?" Yura bellowed, "Levi and Asmodeus will not save you. that I can guarantee."

"I do not need their help. You soul benders really are cheaters," Ezra sharply said as her body began to reform, "Your power of space and time has dramatically increased, but it would seem you have yet to awaken your Mortal Dao. Father neglected to tell me you were here, but nothing has changed, Yura. I will return, assuming my future husband lives past this trial. It's only a matter of time, my dear Yura."

With a flick of her wrist, Yura returned to normal as her hair returned to jet black. A radiant smile masked her face as she watched Ezra vanish in a mist of blood.

"...Umm, what is going on? At this point, I feel like I am missing something?" I asked, utterly confused.

"oh, nothing, we just have a little argument," Yura expressed with a shy smile, "That's all. Truly!!!"

"Little?!" Rolling my eyes, I looked around at the devastated garden, not knowing what to do. It seemed like with each step I made, the pool of demons and devils I meet was rapidly increasing. Although I am interested in meeting the Olympian Gods...Hopefully, I will not have to pull a Kratos."

Watching Yura slowly sit down, I watched as she slowly laid her head against the pavement. Light snoring echoed out as she lay defenseless beside me. Palming my face in irritation, I quickly lifted the useless duo up before returning to the library in a jiffy. With Ezra gone, it was far easier traveling around the castle.

Explaining what happened to Nora and everyone else, I told them to gather their things in preparation. I had this feeling that everything was going to end with this last trip. About three days had passed since that incident before Yura regain consciousness. A groggy looked appeared around her eyes as she smiled happily towards me, "Yura, hungry," came her reply in a child-like tone.

...So am I. I wanted to eat Edain, but apparently, he is one of your brothers. With an annoyed glare, I pointed towards her ring, "there is food within that ring."

"Yura ate it all," She shouted, "Feed me...Or else I will tell lady Emma."

"Son of a bitch, Damn it, Yura; you just woke up now you're already blackmailing me." I angrily blurted, "Get dress; we will be leaving today. I feel we are close to the flame."

Marching away, I could feel Yura eyeing the back of me with a mischievous expression, giggling as she covered her mouth, trying to hold back her laughter. Feeling even more annoyed, I looked towards everyone as we waited a few minutes for Yura to join us.

"Will the blood knight all but gone? I feel it's a lot safer for all of you to join." I quickly said, "Not to mention. We can't always stay here. In fact, I feel it's odd that no one dared even to enter here."

Nodding, Edain rose, "Agreed, but what about the other two men? I don't know their names, but I believe they were from a different academy?"

"Fuck them," I blurted out, annoyed, "I'm not a hero; they can die for all I care."

Nodding Winfor for the first time seem to smile. "SO you finally decided to say something of relevance." He proudly said, "They are probably dead anyway. You have seen those monsters around this place; even most of our class perished."

Bitting, his lips Edain, scowled but agreed. It was plain as day that this idiot was blaming himself for some reason. A foolish self-punishment that would not solve anything.

"So we're all in agreement? let's get out of this hell," Nora quickly added with a bright smile,

Nodding, I covered everyone in darkness before flickering out of the library. We did not truly try to hide our movements as we ran through the castle of brimstone, slaughtering everything we saw. However, it would seem without Ezra leading these demons. Thousands seem to cover the halls of the castle.

Blood quickly graced my spear as we charged through. Shouts and screams quickly filled our ears as more and more low-level demons charged towards their death. It was not long before we all were separated in the sea of demons.

I must say it was foolish of us to be separated, but it was our first time fighting in a battle that seems to emulate what war would be like. Licking the sweet taste of demon blood from my face, I eyed the sea of food before me.

Black flames consumed me as Dragaonsbane became a raging dragon twisting and burning in every direction. As if the devil possed the Dragonsbane, it slowly began becoming more and more savage and deranged.

Chaos had no form; Chaos had no meaning. Chaos had no purpose. There was only Anarchy, and that is what my Spearmenship was portrayed as I swam through the river of death. Blood painted my arms and spear crimson.

Beggs of mercy did not register as the mark of sacrilege began to tingle, compelling me to slaughter. Yet, something was different, as if there was a switch within my mind to turn on and off.

Grinning from ear to ear, I felt that my body was all but adapted to this marking. I would not be bound to the rules of Demons or Devils but rather the laws I make for myself. Why would I accept such a gift from a devil if I didn't have a plan? Life is all about deception, and I'm sure Bael, along with the others, will not notice. How could they? Those that have not mastered the Art of the Mask are doomed to fail.

I have gained all the benefits but none of its faults. Laughing aloud, I focused on improving my Spearmanship. Days quickly began to pass before I finally saw Yura drenched in blood, a faint grin masking her face as she stared at me with joy.