The King of Faries is now a Demon Lord

Chapter 11: Every Action has a Reaction

All of a sudden the old lady coughed a mouth full of blood and started to scream loudly in pain.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh"

She fell from the table clutching her eyes as blood flowed from her mouth. Her white hair was in tatters and there was blood splattered everywhere.

Slowly blood trickled out from her ears, eyes, nose, and nails.

Just a second ago she was a jolly grandmother-like woman who looked moderately beautiful however now she looked similar to a grotesque beast.

The woman kept moaning in pain as her husband hurried to pick her up.

"Yemi! Yemi! What happened?!"

He kept screaming but Yemi didn't reply. She looked at him with her eyes which were now hollow.

The old man fell into a daze as he stared at her black eyes reminiscent of the abyss. Suddenly he fell, crawling up into a corner, gasping for air.

He kept a hand on his chest and stared at the ugly old elvish woman. Her skin was heating up and turning black. It was like as if someone had scooped the skin out or burnt them horribly.

Yemi lowered her hand, drawing something with the now black blood flowing from her nails. Then she slowly started to disintegrate.

The old man hugged her body as he gazed into her eyes with sorrow. After a few seconds, she turned into dust only to be swept away.

Tilting his head towards the ground, he peeked at what his wife had written.

Tears flowed out of his eyes as they soon turned into angry cries.

*Crash!* *Whoosh!!*

*Crash!*

Artifacts that would have been worth a decent amount of money crashed into the ground.

The old man turned his gaze towards me, his eyes red seemingly glowing as he stared into mine.

*Swoooosh!*

He came forward, running similar to a monkey, and tried to slam me into the wall, but before he could do it, I disappeared from his point of sight.

[Ghost Phantasm! First form: Ghostwalk!]

When using this technique the user becomes invisible to the targets looking at him but because I am not a fairy now and I can not handle high-level techniques in my current weak demon form, all the techniques of my prior life have a lot of strain on my body.

Basically for two seconds, although I was in front of him... the old man could not see me. However, that was enough.

Creeping behind his back, I stabbed into his skeleton and pulled out his beating heart.

*Lub....dub....lub..lub...dub...*

At that moment the mad berserk elf released all his mana and broke through the chains of his old age and instantly used the remaining life force he had within.

The air around him coiled up and combusted into flames as numerous fireballs and a raging fire appeared.

Along with him, the entire interior of the shop burst into flames. As the carbon monoxide polluted the insides, it was becoming slightly hard to breathe even as a demon.

Taking a quick glance to see what Yemi had written, Alizejh held my arms tightly seemingly trying to pull me away.

'??? ??????? ???????'

Once again I saw the familiar symbols, to be honest, it was well within my expectations that Yemi may have seen something related to the page in the abyss.

The fire blazed through the windows uncontrollably similar to a raging lioness. The flames rushed towards our bodies to devour us, at that moment Alizejh stomped her foot on the ground.

*Fwooom!*

A huge pressure pushed through her feet as all the fire vanished.

At the source was the old male elf standing blankly. His body was charred black similar to the wood.

Slowly he gained his consciousness and smiled wryly looking at Alizejh before turning into dust.

Alizejh and I stared at each other for a few seconds, then spoke, her tone full of curiosity, seemingly mustered up from her shock.

"Are you still hiding something from me?"

What a cold one. Curious more rather than caring about her friends who just died... or maybe it is me that has gotten soft due to my days as a human.

Pointing towards the old elf woman's ashes, I calmly spoke,

"Curiosity killed the cat."

Alizejh couldn't help but shudder, she understood. Some things in the world are better not known.

I would tell her, yes, I would tell her eventually but now was not the time for that.

Trusting a woman?

That's not a thing I would do at least for a while. Women are fickle beings, they can never hold secrets.

The same applies to men but unlike women, they are often dangerous and may sometimes become the reason for one's death.

After all, knowledge is power.

Although I could feel that Alizejh was different and would hold my secrets since she is my twin, I do not have much choice.

After all, I was not a ruler just in name. Betrayals came very easy to me and my experiences are what have made me what I am today.

We walked out from the back of the shop. Tilting backward, I gave a final glance at the house however to my dismay I could not see it because of the surrounding crowd.

It seemed as if the old couple had quite the reputation. Then again, they did seem quite kind. A pity.

On our way back, we did not talk and simply basked under the last rays of sunlight.

~

We had both forgotten about yesterday's matter and currently I was testing out my vampiric blood manipulation.

It would be a bit troublesome if people saw me destroying someone's garden so hence I decided to find a secluded place near the hotel I was residing in.

After finding one, I thought about Aria's words.

'Only after you have a good understanding of blood manipulation can we awaken our bonded blood art fully.' The words Aria told me reverberated in my head.

I could understand what she meant when she said that, she was kind enough to explain it to me... but looking back at how I was the one putting myself into this mess it was the least she could do.

'Blood manipulation is an ancient and dangerous extension of one's body. All vampires and their bonded ones need to use their magic power to use them.

This mystical sorcery is used to cast spells, enchantments, and even curses through blood itself, the very bodily fluid which is the potent force as well as the essence of life itself in the working of magic. It may be a token sacrifice, but it may also be the loss of life that fuels the spell.

Blood arts are full of mysteries and their power is unknown and depends on genes purely, it is different from blood manipulation.

One person can only have two blood arts, their own blood art and bonded blood art with their partner.' This is what Aria explained.

The interesting part of what she said was that blood art many a time depends on blood genes.

This made me curious, my blood is that of an angel and demon, maybe fairy too.

I am an abnormality, a being who violates all the rules. What would a demon+fairy+angel be called?

Irakiel.

One of a kind, something that belongs to only me, the only being of my species.

Blood started to flow from my nail as I bite down on it. Slowly the red blood flowed into the air as if it was morphing. This reminded me of water in zero gravity.

Slowly it transformed into a large needle and then it split into many smaller needles which started to split into even smaller ones.

Then I struck them all towards the nearby bark of a tree.

*Swoosh!*

Countless holes appeared on the tree.

I chuckled looking at the small holes, the size of an ant, seems like I will have to practice a bit more to perfect it.

Maybe I should start working out... because the previous me was a scum bastard.. all my workouts would be more like sexercise...

However looking at my semi-compact muscles, it may have been a fine idea, a pity it was more of a cardio workout.

Plus, I like my women beautiful and my standards of beauty are extremely high. Even for a fuck buddy, I would rather not fuck if it is someone unattractive.

Anyway, I wondered what Aria's expression would be if she saw how quickly I mastered the blood art, at least the basics of it.

This new skill was not half bad, if used properly it could be dangerous, I could not help but wonder how my bonded blood art would be, but I guess I will leave that part for Aria to teach me.

Yes, it's not an excuse to have sex, definitely not.

Immediately, I felt my mana and blood draining after the use of the blood art. It certainly used up a lot of mana.

This body was still shit in terms of mana despite being extremely potent, the mana pool itself was as small as a 1-litre bottle.

Closing my eyes, I sat cross-legged in the lotus position.

Circulating my mana, it flowed from one meridian to another. It seemed that my awakening of the angel bloodline had removed some of the clogs in them, making me circulate mana more efficiently.

Instantly my body felt a rush of mana, it was increasing with each revolution. I could feel it.

It seemed as if my fairy self had a good affinity with mana and the breakthrough in my core had made it swifter.

Seeing the speed at which my mana was increasing I was simply astonished. If this went on then wouldn't I become a total abomination?

Well, that is fine by me but it would become quite tedious when the heavenly tribulations will start to take place.

This body had the potential to surpass my old self, I was sure of this. I can become the monarch of cultivation and magic both altogether.

I might have to assess my magic element though but that's for later, right now I am going to enjoy the rush of euphoria that comes with circulating mana.

Instantly my mana pool doubled in size. I looked at it with ecstasy.

After a while, I finally stopped circulating my mana. Then I started to stretch so that my body so it would not get cramped.

If I circulated for a long time, I could get a backlash. The principle of magic itself was karmic. Every action has a reaction.

Just like how the backlash took place on the old elf lady.