Chemical warfare

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My sister clashed her long claws against each other making sparks and purplish particles fly.

"You're even weaker and dumber than I thought. Don't you know that only enchanted weapons can kill mystical beings?" Her voice then softened up. "This must be painful~ If my dearest love wants he can kneel down and I'll patch him up, how does that sound love~?"

I spat out some blood.

"Sorry to disappoint you but it's been ages since I've last felt pain… And love."

He smiled sadly before whispering several words in an incomprehensible language.

"Nausea, Slow, Bitter murmur."

The girl stumbled while clutching her head.

She heard hundreds of voices whispering in her ears, so many voices combined that the whispers turned into ear piercing murmurs.

Her body was starting to feel sluggish and the world started spinning in front of her.

As she was about to insult the disemboweled man standing on the other side of the room, she saw his lips moving again.

"Fury, Drown, Hunger."

She was prepared to receive another volley of invisible curses but was surprised when nothing worse happened.

"Why are you smiling? These curses weren't meant for you, they were meant for her."

The girl raised an eyebrow and followed the man's line of sight.

As she caught what Kei was looking at, she shuddered.

With all the annoying curses that were placed on her, she hadn't noticed the appearance of someone else in the devastated dining room.

A monstrous woman was furiously staring at her with eyes that looked like that of a beast's, transparent liquid continuously dripped out of her open mouth that revealed the rows of razor sharp teeth drowning in a seemingly endless river of water and gluttonous saliva.

"Dear sister, let me present to you my drowned undead villain Daisy, Daisy, let me present to you, your dinner."

As a devil I instinctively felt it, the fear that had appeared within my pseudo-sister… and it felt delicious~

I had gotten a taste of it for the first time from those two humans but this fear felt so much sweeter.

Daisy, who I had summoned back and inflicted with several curses, appeared in front of her target in the blink of an eye.

I wasn't certain that using curses on my only ally was a smart idea but it seemed to me like those three curses were more like buffs than debuffs for an undead like her.

Looking at how she was treating the succubi in front of her like a punching bag, I seemed to be right.

Very quickly, the succubus was pushed back from volleys of savage blows without being able to fight back, one final punch landed in her stomach which knocked her back.

Her body flew backwards straight into the kitchen, an open dishwasher arranged with loads of sharp objects conveniently waiting for her to land on and be skewered.

Unlike when I tried to stab her, the kitchen utensils penetrated her flesh from the back.

This proved that my goddamned pacifist skill was really the reason I couldn't pierce her flesh in the slightest.

But I already knew that it wouldn't have changed anything.

I had taken note of what she said during our fight.

"Only enchanted weapons can hurt a demon."

I watched as the body slowly drained of her blood that leaked and stained the tiled kitchen floor.

Daisy simply stared at the corpse, her eyes and mouth still in that feral state I had put her in.

"KAKAKAkakaka haha!"

The demoness was shaking from laughter as the still impaled kitchen utensils moved around in her back, spraying blood everywhere from her opened wounds.

"Yah, you got me! Ne, Nii-chan, why don't you love me? I even look and act like your favorite type of girl! I would have taken such good care of you, given you lots of love~ Why! Why doesn't anyone want to love me!!?"

She shakingly stood up from the floor, the objects embedded in her slender back falling out one by one.

Her wounds were closing back up.

Her face had shifted back to a playful expression which put me on edge.

She wasn't scared or angry anymore, something had changed.

"I'm so stupid for trying to fight like a lowly savage. "

She grinned as two small cans appeared in her hands.

A light appeared in my mind.

"Oh I get it, it's your second phase."

The sister didn't seem to understand what I meant and paid it no mind.

An imperceptible cling sounded out as she let go of both canisters.

They immediately started releasing a thick pink smoke that enveloped her in seconds and continued filling up the apartment.

This could be an attempt to run away but I didn't feel like this was the case.

Her glare and behavior reinforced her image of a mini-boss.

Two blurts jumped out of the smoke, heading towards me.

I managed to dodge one of them but due to the surprise and my injuries I was hit by the second one.

A small round glass flask.

The flesh on my left knee was pierced by many small glass splinters before a purple liquid splashed all over it.

Smoke rose and flesh melted off.

I really don't like acid attacks, I have a bad experience with acid spitting spiders.

The pink smoke had now filled the entire space making me unable to see further than a few meters

Although I couldn't see her, I could feel Daisy's presence nearby.

I also felt that the debuffs and buff curses I had placed would soon wear off.

Slash.

I instinctively moved my head backwards, a sharp blade passing right in front of my eyes.

Another attack was coming but this time I felt it aiming for my nape, forcing me to jump and roll to the side.

Head, head, throat, head, neck…

She continued her brainless attacks, her movements and aim as predictable as an amateur's.

Even her ranged attacks had become useless now that I knew about them.

Her rhythm as a killer was… sad.

There were many kinds of stories in the world but there was one genre in particular that clearly stood out from the rest, horror.

In martial art novels, strength and techniques were required to become the best.

In fantasy it was friendship and courage.

In horror… all of those were useless or even detrimental.

To be the best in a world of horror both the killers and survivors only need to master two things, cunning and sense of timing.

And I certainly had a lot more of those than this succubus impersonating my sister.

I already understood everything about her timing, now, it was time to start the song.

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