She Belongs To The Devil

"Poor you!" Theodore narrowed his eyes and deprecatingly clicked his tongue, "Tsk… Tsk… Tsk…"

"Here," Theodore stretched out his clawed hand to Reginald and said with a smile, "Let me give you a hand."

Reginald was scared out of his mind. He wanted to think of a way to run away from Theodore. But he couldn't think of anything while his eyes were fixated on the hellfire flames that were crackling on the blade of Theodore's sword.

Theodore glanced at his sword and then at Reginald's terrified eyes. His sword vanished from his hand. He didn't do that by being considerate to Reginald's fear. But he did that so that he could torture that vampire before finally erasing him from existence.

Theodore grabbed Reginald by his collar and pulled him from under that horse with one swift motion. He flapped his wings and lifted the vampire high in the air.

And when he saw that scared expression on Reginald's face, the one that he enjoyed, he growled like a true Devil, "Why so scared, Reginald? Aren't you the one who wasn't afraid to march your armies to my wife's Kingdom? Aren't you the one who even sold his body to the Demoness in order to get me killed?"

Theodore slammed Reginald down on the ground with such a great force that a crater formed under Reginald's body.

Reginald coughed and spurted blood from his mouth. His jaw and neck were covered with his thick blood. His eyes were wide open as if they were ready to jump out of the sockets. And he was breathing raggedly.

For a second, Reginald thought that Theodore directly slammed him down to hell. He thought he was dead.

If only he knew that Theodore had no intention of giving him that quick and easy death.

Theodore flew down like a bird of prey and sunk his claws on Reginald's shoulders. He lifted that vampire in the air again with his claws still inside Reginald's body.

Reginald's gut-wrenching screams filled the whole area, sending literal chills down the armies' spines.

Theodore snarled at Reginald again, "Where did that courageous vampire go now? Is he crouching in one corner of your head and crying?"

He threw Reginald away like he was a paper plane. He teleported to grab Reginald while he was still in the air. And then he flew down along with the vampire to slam him down with even more force than before.

Bam! Another crater was formed and dust spread in the air, concealing the Devil and the King from other's view.

When the dust settled down, Theodore was already sitting on top of Reginald. He then spilled out his pure anger in the form of a barrage of punches on Reginald's cheeks and chest.

Reginald's cheeks, lips, and eyes were swollen and turned blue in no time. He wanted to fight back, or at least try to fight back. But he wasn't even able to lift a single finger. Now he knew that the last time he had faced this Devil, the Devil was holding back a lot.

Theodore punched Reginald on the cheek and roared, "A few more years, and Adeline would have been an immortal on her own… Do you know what that means?"

He punched Reginald on the other cheek and blamed Reginald for the loss of his brother, "It means my brother would have never died if you had not interfered; if you had just kept quiet and stayed put in your own Kingdom."

Theodore then poked holes in Reginald's chest, making sure not to touch his heart just yet. And he snarled at Reginald again, "But because of you! Because of you, he is going to die now!"

Reginald didn't understand how Theodore's brother was the one who was going to die when he had stabbed Adeline. But he got this overwhelming feeling of defeat swirling inside of his heart.

And he snapped inside his head, "I wanted to kill Adeline. Not another Devil!"

As Theodore kept on beating him to a pulp, he thought back to those months of planning and preparation for the war. He thought back to how he had almost died. And he wondered, "All of that for what? I didn't get the revenge. Nor did I get the Kingdom. And now he is going to kill me…"

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"Oh, Theodore…" God sighed with an expressionless face. It almost looked as though he had already anticipated which path Theodore would most likely take out of the several paths he had seen his son taking.

"What do I do with you, Theodore? What do I do?"

He contemplated for a while regarding his own course of action in response to his son's choice of path.

"You always love to push me to the corner," his growl resounded throughout Heaven. "You always test me and push me to make the hard choice!"

Lightning bolts and thunderclaps complimented the almighty's fury. The peaceful Heaven was having a lot of disturbances today.

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The lightning and thunder didn't just limit themselves to Heaven. They were also reflected on Earth, to be more precise, the thunder performed a deadly dance around the area where Theodore and the Mihir army were.

The armies were scared even further. They thought that Theodore was doing all that. They all thought that Theodore was going to strike them all with those lightning bolts and massacre them all.

Theodore stopped beating Reginald and turned his eyes to look at the lightning bolts that were flickering without any clouds.

Theodore smirked and scoffed. "And now you come, father... Classic!" he mumbled to himself.

He then looked back at the beaten-up vampire and said in a chilling voice, "I would have loved to punch every inch of your body before unburdening this universe of your filthy soul. But…"

He got up while sighing and summoned his flaming sword again. His horns glowed like a volcano ready to erupt. He glared at the flashing lightning and said without showing a hint of regret on his face, "But it looks like there will be a divine intervention soon."

Theodore looked back at Reginald and pointed his flaming sword at Reginald's head, "So let me finish you off real quick."

Reginald widened his swollen eyes and tried to bargain for his life, "Wait–"

However, the very next moment, Theodore thrust his sword deep inside Reginald's head. He wasn't going to wait and listen to that vampire rambling some nonsense.

"Nooooo… Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh…" this last sound came from Reginald's charred body.

Even in that state, Reginald grabbed onto Theodore's leg in order to burn the Devil as well. But it didn't work that way.

Theodore kicked away Reginald's hand and it broke and flew away like a piece of burned log. He then spat on Reginald's face and coldly said, "I would say see you in hell but unfortunately, your soul doesn't have that privilege."

Reginald's body turned into a pile of ashes in no time. And his soul broke into a thousand pieces and dissolved into nothingness.

Reginald wanted the whole continent to himself. But in the end, all he got was void.

Those who witnessed that cold murder of their King were stunned. Their knees wobbled and they fell to the ground. They were trembling like a leaf. Some of them even threw up as they were unable to stand the suffocating aura of Theodore as well as the gruesome murder of their King.

And they waited for that Devil to murder them all.