An Evil Justice

Chapter 13 – Grow the Sin (pt. 1)

A/ N – GGGgggguuuuuuuhhhhhh, sorry it’s short, college sucks. And in addition, I just can’t write, my laziness is overwhelming

Worry not, double chapters on weekends from now on, along with just one chapter in the weekdays

Mature Warning- Harsh language, violence

--* Soul Citadel, Underworld *--

“Attack!” a red streak flashed across the courtyard, destroying everything in its wake. As it cut through the area, dust and debris rose to the air like a storm of sand. On the other side of the battlefield stood a gigantic figure clad in crimson armor, his crimson eyes staring keenly at the approaching projectile.

With a wave of his muscular arms, an intense gale buffeted the red streak and shattered it into hundreds of fragments. The storm that had gathered behind it was instantly driven away, unable to withstand the torrent of wind. As fragments and pebbles rained down upon the now wrecked courtyard, the gigantic figure scoffed and charged forward.

“Shit,” a dark-cloaked man muttered under his breath as he watched the demon speed towards him, chilling beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. A wild smile grew plastered upon his masculine face as he brandished two daggers and waved them furiously in the air, summoning multiple streaks of black and red lights. Alas, each and every one of them was completely destroyed and disintegrated into nothingness.

Seeing his attack fail, the man’s smile only grew further, his eyes shook and his heart raced rapidly. A flood of energy filled his body to the brim, adrenaline fueling his entire being. Tightly grasping onto his daggers, his knuckles began to turn white and his fingernails dug deep into his rough palm. Like a tightly coiled spring, the man sprang from his side of the courtyard and charged towards the crimson-armored demon.

Seeing him do so, the demon grinned as a colossal war axe materialized with a sea of fire in his gargantuan palms. It seemed almost comical at how massive it was, but its power was undeniable. Surrounded by bright, rampaging flames and containing such an overpowering aura, it truly wasn’t a contest to see which side would win. This, however, did not discourage the man from charging forward.

With his black and red daggers, he stabbed toward the fiendish giant, while that same monster crushed down his axe, splitting the air into two. A glorious shockwave cracked space itself as the ground gave away from the two forces of death. The man’s daggers unexpectedly withstood the heavy strike, but they were the only ones capable of doing so.

Dust and debris rose to the air as a massive crater was etched into the worn courtyard. Within it was the battered body of the dark cloaked man, his mouth leaking blood. Beside him stood the demon, “Brat, you’re still too damn weak!” his rough voice echoed out.

The man could only groan weakly in response as Satan stepped onto his chest and began twisting it.

Naturally, these two figures were the Sinners of Wrath, Satan and Grim. Their beautifully threatening crimson eyes glowed in the middle of the crater as they glared at each other in seething hatred.

Before the two could raise their fists again, however, a famished voice stole their focus, “Hehe, thanks for the show!”

At the edge of the crater was a frail looking man, watching them with his pure green eyes. His entire body was as pale as the moon, but most of it was covered by a large, worn fur coat. Atop his grass-like hair were two fly antennas fluttering in the gentle breeze of the citadel.

Though he seemed almost like a poor beggar, Grim who had removed Satan’s foot from his chest, felt immense amounts of apprehension looking at the thin fellow. Though it was a brief meeting, he clearly remembered the black darkness that had threatened to swallow him whole the first time he met with Eve. While he had been exposed to the man before, Grim had ignored the man’s audacious aura of gluttony due to the other princes shining brightly.

Only now did he clearly feel the danger involved with the Sinners of Gluttony, especially the Prince of the Sin. While Eve felt like an insatiable black hole, the pale man seemed like a ravenous beast awaiting to fulfill its infinite hunger for everything that exists. Every single one of these Princes was truly legendary.

“Beelzebub, it’s rare for you to come out without food in your hands!” Satan loudly exclaimed as he grinned cheekily at the green haired demon, Beelzebub, the Prince of Gluttony.

“Gah, you’re as annoying as always. I was just walking toward the canteen, but your loud fighting distracted me,” Beelzebub muttered, as his eyes scanned the ruined battleground. Trees were toppled, bricks were torn out from the ground, and frightened demons were gathered at the edges of the field. It was essentially chaos.

“You guys really went wild huh?” by now, Grim had extracted himself from the bottom of Satan’s foot, “So, how was this little Emissary?” the green haired man asked, his antennas twitching.

“I still can’t defeat the damn brainless brute,” the Emissary of Wrath muttered, lightning crackling between the two lofty individuals. He felt his muscles itch for more action, but he knew that his power was still lacking.

It has been three weeks since his first mission. Every day, the two wrathful individuals dueled each other, though all of the skirmishes had resulted in Grim’s defeat. Though it was still quite evident that the Reaper reaped massive benefits after each battle, as his tactics, muscles and techniques continued to grow astonishingly fast.

The innate sense of adaptation fighters possess was truly outstanding, but of course, this was only the result of two weeks of rigorous training. Being able to merge the lessons garnered from the brawling to practical life and death situations will take time.

Thus, it was no wonder that Grim was incapable of even pressuring Satan, a demon who has lived for hundreds of years, forging his experience through wars with his life on the line.

“So, you desire power huh?” the Prince of Gluttony peered deep into Grim’s crimson eyes.

With a simple nod, Grim found himself trapped within the Prince’s hungry, carnal desires. He felt fear. Fear for his entire being.

A slight smile appeared on Beelzebub’s mouth, “Satan, I’ll borrow this disciple of yours for a few weeks. It’s time we provide him some supplies to grow…”

“Where to?” the tall demon uninterestedly asked.

“The Valley of Alexander”