42 Upon Realizing the Answer

But before Michael could have his demoness pancake, her aura exploded and shielded her entire body from his deadly one. Since the energy signature of the aura had shifted greatly, Michael knew that he was no longer facing the Emissary herself.

No. She was not this powerful. Not when this level of power could rival his own. As such, only a single demon came to mind. A King, and that was not merely an empty title amongst the demon.

"The Demon King, I assume?" Michael spoke up once the demoness had floated upright and matched his eyes. He had eyes now since he was not a skeleton in rag. His true body was stashed away safely.

She smiled faintly. "I apologize for my misconduct, but it has been a while since I was able to hold any meaningful conversation with one of your kind."

"My kind? You have no idea what my kind is," Michael snorted.

Michael knew that the Demon employed Undead in their legion, but there were great many different types of undead. Zombies and Ghouls were considered reanimated corpses, the weakest.

Stronger Undead would be Death Knights, who was classed as Living Dead. Living Dead were far more powerful than reanimated corpses, as they retained all of their experiences and powers with none of the weaknesses.

As for Michael, he was not a true undead. If there was a classification for him, it would be called Heroic Undead, as he was transmigrated into the world like a Heroic Soul would have. He also had the blessing from transcended being – The Spellcaster Source.

The demoness dropped her smile. "Would you kindly enlighten me? You have the power of a King, yet you are not one. Even so, I believe that you are a Ruler in your own right, as your servants and creations seemed to believe so from my observation."

Michael already knew he was being watched, and he was not concerned about the demons, as his last run in with one told him that they were susceptible to the power of his Domain.

"What I am is not of a concern to you or your kind," Michael responded. "I am was puzzled to why you have shown yourself now when there was plenty of chance before."

"Oh?"

"But I am not anymore," Michael continued. "You have some sort of deal with the humans, and while I do not know exactly what kind of agreement you have with them, your attempt to stall me, allowing them time will not worked out as you have planned."

Michael had felt the demonic energy near Dalton at the top of the Sage Tower. It was not coming from Dalton himself, and therefore, he could surmise that it must have come from a demon. For one to be anywhere near the Sage Tower meant that it was invited.

Now with the appearance of the demon, it did not take a genius to put one and one together. Michael admitted that he was not a genius, and he glad that he wasn't. If he was, he would not have stumbled into the opportunity to become a God.

"I will not lie," the Demon King spoke through the Emissary, "I do have an agreement with the humans, and it is the reason that I have not crush them completely yet, but this conversation is not part of that agreement."

Michael narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. "You are curious about my intention?"

"More or less," the Demon King confirmed. "I can sense rage and anger dwelling within you, and that's directed at the humans within the tower. I do not what kind of atrocities they have committed against you and your person, but for you to return as you are, it was unfathomable."

There were many ways to create an Undead. One was deep seeded hatred and rage against the living, and it would have been true in Michael's case if he was Eric Cromwell himself.

However, Michael recalled that Eric Cromwell had moved on already. That meant whatever hatred or rage the actual Eric Cromwell had felt at the moment of his unjustly death was no longer there.

There should be a reason for that, but that reason alluded Michael.

If Eric Cromwell knew what sister had suffered, he would not have moved on. Or maybe he had known, and that was the reason that he had moved on.

Michael just realized the true reason that Eric Cromwell had moved on, and that reason had brought him a bit closure, for he was Eric and he loved his sister very much. She had moved on with Eric, thus, they were contended to be together, forgetting and forgiving all that befell them when they were still alive.

At the realization, Michael could not but laugh, and the Demon King became speechless.

"Am I wrong?"

Michael shook his head. "No. You are not wrong, but the reason has changed."

With that, he lashed out at the Demon King, and this time, he did not hold back, thus his attack pierced through the demonic aura effortlessly.

Since the Demon King was only using the Emissary as a conduct to hold a conversation, he was unable to defend against Michael. And before he realized it, the connection was severe.

The demoness snapped out of it, and she came face to face with Michael once more. She was confused since the last thing she remembered was being pressed into the ground.

"Tell me where… never mind, I will just rip it out from your mind," Michael announced and proceeded to exert his will upon the demoness.

Being a demon, not only her will was stronger than human, but she had great resistance. Bu that only slowed down Michael, not stopping him completely.

While it was not unheard of for a demon to submit to an undead, she had never expected something of sort to happen to her. It was a disgrace even for the lowliest demon since Undead were considered to be lower than Demons on the racial hierarchy.

"No. No. No!" the demoness fought against the mental domination.

Michael was surprised this, and while he could not dominate her mind, transforming her into another servant of his, he managed to acquire what he needed from her mind.

"To think a lowly demon could resist me," Michael muttered and stopped exerting his will. "I suppose I will make do with your body, soul and mind instead then."

The demoness blinked questioningly before her body disassembled into countless pixels.