Demonic Sacrilege

It was warm; I was warm as if I had returned to my origin, But-but that was merely an illusion as I roared like a savage beast. Ancient marking swallowed my arms and legs, locking me in place.

Yura shot up like a frightened cat drawing her weapon with the alertness of a demonic beast. Her amethyst eyes were flickering under midnight fire as a shiver ran across her as she stared at the massive demonic aura radiating out...of me.

"A-A-A-Arsène," she muttered out in a frightening shiver. I could see a terrifying gaze as she stepped back, and yet, there was something else hidden beneath that fearful gaze.

Like a black hole, qi from all over the Serein was devoured, pouring into me like a flood. However, my cultivation did not increase to my astonishment, but a searing pain stabbed into my arms, legs, and, lastly, eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH," Releasing a roar that did not seem to be from that of a mortal. I broke whatever suppression that was on my body before I began thrashing around like a monster.

Slamming my fist into the ground, I kept on screaming in anguish as a cold ancient, decrepit voice filled my skull, its tone captivating yet powerful, "Rebirth...Rebirth thy demon, Rebirth...Rebirth thy Devil, Slaughter...Kill...Bath thy fellow man in blood, Burn thy Friend, Kill thy Lover...Come forth, my child...Pillage thy world...Pillage thy God..."

By his words, my world was filled with blood as a crimson light swallowed my eyes. I stared hungrily at Yura, licking my dry, chapped lips.

"R-R-Run NOW!!!!" I screamed using the last of my awareness.

With blood in my eyes, I saw her like a bolt of lighting dash deeper into the forest of Serein. A laughing hum escaped my mouth as I summoned my spear.

Laughing hysterically, I charged forth saliva dripping from my lips as I sought a river of blood to quench my thirst. Pushing through the darkness of night with my spear in hand, I quickly found a herd of large muscular beast appearing like lions. They stood tall and proud, radiating a power higher than that of the foolish Wynnstan.

Shrouded by night, I gazed hungrily at my prey. The warm pulse of their heartbeat as they laid for still. Sleeping, unaware of my descent. Unaware of the carnage I brought. Were they fools? Why had they not bowed? Why have they not welcomed this king? WHY!? WHY!?

Outraged, I shot forth, my spear shot forth, piercing through the nearest lion. Blood gushed from his neck, showering me in crimson bliss as it released a whimpering roar.

With a blood-thirsty grin, I laughed wildly, continually gorging my spear into the foolish beast stuffing the very life from his eyes. A rush of ecstasy raced through my mind as I howled like a wolf singing to the moon.

This was me...I was free

Glaring hungrily at the beast before me, I licked my blood-soaked lips, enjoying the thick sweet nectar of blood. The Demonic lions released a massive roar as they charged with furious intent, but a sneer surfaced on my face as they raced towards death.

Like a mirage of blood and carnage, I dashed forward, meeting them head-on. My spear twisting and turning, causing a sea of blood to stain the skies. Howls, screams, and laughter echoed from the crimson battlefield as I slaughtered to my heart content.

The feeling of my spear stabbing through the skull of a beast, the juicy texture of their flesh staining my skin. As if being baptized, I sang the song of carnage, staring out the few lions limping as they tried to flee.

Why leave little cub?

Giggling, I slowly made my way towards them, dropping my spear before stabbing my entire arm through their spines. My eyes shined with demonic radiance as I bit down, ripping a massive slew of flesh from its neck.

It whimpered with despair and anguish as blood gushed from its neck like a river. Seeing my juice wasting away, I quickly guzzled it down like a man deprived of water. A refreshing light surfaced on my appearance as I shrieked in delight."AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Taking a few stepped forward, slowly continued deeper into the forest before my vision slowly began to wither. Yet, my legs didn't stop as I continued looking for prey deep within the Forest of Serien.

***

"Ummm," a painful groan sounded from my lungs as I slowly opened my eyes.

"Your awake," The soft icy voice of Yura sounded next to me, causing me slowly to turn in her direction. She was currently holding my spear that was stained with blood.

My mind blank as memories of what happened flashed through my mind. Rushing up, I looked down at my body, paying close attention to see if I was badly damaged. However, to my delight, aside from a few injuries, my body was perfectly healthy.

"A divine Physique and you are a demonic cultivator," said Yura, her words chilly to the touch.

Smiling, I shrugged, "First time I'm learning about this...but thanks for caring for my body while I was unconscious." I replied with a shallow lie.

Yura's brow shot up in astonishment but didn't seem to voice her thoughts. Not really caring, I stared at the unusual searing sensation on my left shoulder.

I could see a small Odd-looking tattoo. Frowning at the new attention to my skin, I looked up at Yura, who was shivering. A look of fear flooded her face as she turned away from me, "Never show anyone that marking....no one, not even your parents."

"Why," I asked, confused at this demand.

"That Mark should not be in this plane. It's the Sign of Sacrilege. The Emblem that only demons of Royalty possess." Yura said in a low murmur.

...That demon really gifted me a massive present. Laughing, I could see my spear shooting towards me as Yura stomped angrily, "Do you have any idea how much danger your in...how much danger you have put me in, you damn bastard."

Catching my bloody spear, I grinned innocently, "Yura, stop Yelling at Arsene,"

Furiously stomping, I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach at the young girl. She was quite cute when angry. "Yura, it is fine, at least for now. Stop worrying about the future nothing can change the past."

Biting her lips, she sighed in annoyance, "Let's go, I tossed your body into the river to clean you, but you still reek of blood."

Giving a slight nod, I found a small stream of water before gazing at Yura, eyeing her seductive curves, "Will you be joining me,"

She tilted her head confused, "Do you not know how to clean yourself." She asked, clearly ignorant by what I meant or maybe just playing with me.

"Never mind," I replied, stripping naked before leaping in. Yura eyed me indifferently, clearly not affected by this lord's graceful body before leaving; I smiled, looking up into the morning skies of Serien.

"Demonic Sacrilege, huh? How interesting."