King Leon's Incitement 

That night the city of Vienna was shocked by the murder of ten residents of a Vien apartment. All of them died horribly with rotting blue bodies like they had been found in three days. In fact, it just happened a few hours ago. Very terrible.

And all of the murder victims were none other than Christ's subordinates, including Jeremy and others who were also temporarily living in the apartment. Their bodies are found piled up in Jeremy's unit.

"Arrggh, dammit!! I'm having a hard time controlling myself!!" growled Christ.

After killing his subordinates to forcibly take away their soul energy, Christ was indeed full. But he also felt very guilty.

Always like this. If Christ was very hungry, he could have killed anyone who was near him. Without discrimination. Even his confidants.

And now, Christ was on his way back to his resort in Arlbergh. Not to run away, but he needed to calm down. For the matter of the murder, Christ has summoned a special cleaning force to cover up the case so that the police do not investigate further. Christ was far more experienced in such matters.

Christ then diverted his confusion by looking at Liza's necklace in his hand. Then put the necklace in the pocket of his coat.

Sometimes Christ looked out the car window. See the atmosphere of the dark mountain scenery. Then take a deep breath.

Then without realizing it, a drop of clear water slid down from the corner of Christ's eye. The expression on his face, which was originally flat, suddenly changed drastically to a sad one.

But that sad expression was suddenly replaced with anger when Christ again received a message from the magical bat genie who had just whispered to him.

"King Devilaro always knows everything. So don't try to go against his orders."

GREP!

Without a word, Christ immediately vented his ignited anger by holding the invisible bat genie until his body shattered into flying dust.

**

Once at the resort, Christ immediately went to his room, about to perform the astral projection ritual to cross into the astral dimension where King Leon was.

After opening the magical gate with movement and incantation, Christ lay down on the bed. Then Christ's spirit slowly came out and entered the magical gate to begin his astral journey.

Christ's spirit flew swiftly through the wilderness in the astral dimension, and finally arrived at the royal palace of Jin.

The medieval European-style palace looked majestic and very large. The ornaments and buildings are dominated by red and black colors. With a red torch that lights up, giving the impression of horror but still classy.

Entering the hall where the throne of King Leon is, that's where all the outpouring of art seems to be spilled very well. Sculptures, ornaments, and paintings blend very well. Pictures of paintings made from traces of wet blood, and decorations that turned out to be from animal bones that were arranged neatly. Beautiful, but terrible.

And there was already King Leon who was wearing the human form of an old man dressed in royal robes. He sat on his throne arrogantly, welcoming Christ with a snack brought by the ladies-in-waiting. As if he knew that Christ was coming.

"No need to bother entertaining me. I came here to protest!" said Christ in a curt tone.

King Leon chuckled sarcastically. "Don't blame us for punishing you. You should be grateful, Christ. It's still good King Devilaro only sent black magical attacks, not drag you into the hot lava."

Instead of flinching, Christ only growled even more. His right hand was tightly clenched. While the other hand penetrated to the back. Picked up something that seemed to have been prepared and that he had brought here on purpose. Then threw it at King Leon.

PRANG!

The bottle of garlic oil that was thrown shattered, failing to hit King Leon's body. He had already gotten up and dodged a high jump and landed smoothly behind Christ. No doubt, the careless Christ was ambushed directly by King Leon.

GREP!

"If you're thinking of trying to attack your opponent in his cage, you'd better stop. And if you're trying to disobey orders like that, don't expect you to succeed," whispered King Leon right in Christ's back ear.

"Get out from me!" Christ slapped King Leon's hand away violently, then inched to adjust his robes haughtily.

King Leon laughed instead. "Never mind. You'd better obey. Don't complicate your life. Do as you always do, then King Devilaro will be happy and you won't be punished again."

Christ shook his head. "I don't live to please King Devilaro! I just need to eat! So don't forbid me from hunting big prey--"

"Christ." Raja Leon closed his eyes for a moment as he cut off Christ's tirade. "You don't remember that you owe him a debt?"

Christ was silent. He suddenly remembered what happened to him when he was little. Christ will not forget that event, where he met King Leon for the first time and received help from King Devilaro.

**

Twenty years ago, when little Christ still lived in a peaceful village in Volterra, Italy.

"Look!! There's a cursed child passing by!!" The ridicule came out of the mouths of the five bad boys when they saw a little boy who was about to walk past them.

Ignoring the ridicule, Christ continued to walk with an even expression. Not the slightest hint of annoyance on his face. His gaze was straight ahead, as if not hearing and seeing the children. While one hand holding the stomach.

To be honest, Christ really wanted to repay the taunts by beating them up like usual. But the pain of hunger that Christ felt now was far more excruciating than the heartache from that ridicule. Let alone fight, even Christ's expression of pain was not able to.

A few steps when Christ was about to pass through the guardrail into the forest, Christ's body staggered forward when a fist-sized rock hit the back of his head.

DUG!

"Shhh..."

Little Christ only grimaced for a moment. Holding the wound on the back of his head that was starting to bleed. Then Christ got up and resumed his steps while his hands continued to hold the back of his head.

"You're insane! How could he enter the forest? Let's just die while being eaten by a tiger! Hahaha!" said one of the bad boys.

Christ deliberately entered the forest, because from the start he intended to end his life there. After all, if he died, no one would look for him. Both of Christ's parents died when he was a baby.

After walking quite a distance, Christ leaned against one of the large trees. He closed his eyes and let his body limp. Waiting for the beast to eat it. Waiting for his near death.

Not long after, suddenly Christ felt his body wrapped in something. Without intending to open his eyes, Christ could already guess that he was being entangled by a large snake. And when the knot tightened, Christ chose to surrender. He didn't even want to fight anymore.

"Open your eyes, little child …" A resounding voice rang out against Christ's eardrums.

At first, Christ was afraid to open his eyes. However, because Christ's body suddenly constricted due to the coils of the snake getting tighter and causing cracks in his bones, Christ was forced to open his eyes.

Immediately, Christ was shocked when he saw the appearance of the black giant snake's face right in front of him. And sure enough, it was the three-meter-long snake that wrapped around Christ's body.

"Hahaha! What are you doing here?" asked the snake.

"Hungry..." Christ whimpered weakly, his eyelids half closed. "Please eat me now... I'm not strong anymore... I want to die quickly..."

The snake looked very surprised. How could a starving child ask him to be eaten?

Even more strange when the snake looked at Christ's clothes which turned out to look very good. The child does not come from a poor family. Then how could he feel hungry? Indeed, it was the first time the snake had encountered such a strange situation.

Amid his curiosity, suddenly the snake accidentally saw Christ's stomach emit yellow light.

Realizing what really happened, the Snake then grinned and immediately changed his form into an old man who was the human embodiment of King Leon.

"Little child ... I can help quench your hunger, so you don't have to die... But you must promise to serve our King, King Devilaro--"

"No..." Christ shook his head and started babbling incoherently. "Instead of me continuing to live but the people around me die, I'd rather die. Indeed I should never have been born in this world. I am indeed a cursed child..."

King Leon took a deep breath for a moment, then turned his gaze far away at the naughty kids who were pranking Christ earlier.

"Don't you have a grudge against them? You want to avenge those children, don't you? If you died now, they would laugh at your corpse. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

"Hah… Hah…" Christ's breaths began to catch on. And his consciousness was getting dimmer.

Even though Christ was unable to answer, King Leon could feel an air of vengeance and an answer of approval from within Christ's heart.

"Instead of you dying in vain, you'd better live and avenge them. But before doing that, I'll tell you a way so you don't feel hungry anymore. You just have to kill those kids. the energy of his soul. Then you will be full."

**

To be continued.