Chapter 48 halfway through the torture, new arrival

In an area that looked like a bomb went off, there was a crater with large blue flames that burned so brightly that it brightened up the night sky.

it was still the winter season, yet this area was hotter than the Sahara desert!

The sound of wheezing could be heard from the rubble as a demonic arm was twitching with the hand sticking out from the side with the rest of it buried under the sizzling rocks.

The proud demon Azazel was now, bloodied, weakened, gravely injured with a few things sticking out of his body and his horns ruined meaning that his fate is sealed, no longer will he be part of the upper echelons but part of the abandoned hybrids and crippled demons.

Should his enemies learn of his current state, even an idiot would know what was coming for him~

He struggling out of the rubble with a piece of a glowing red machete with jagged teeth stuck through his chest and out the other side as it whistled with every breath he made.

Azazel only had one working arm but that was enough to pull out the additional attack that Jack made at the end to leave some lasting damage well it certainly did its job as now thanks to the angle that entered from the upper part of his ribcage not only did it damage his lung but left a gash on his heart that was saved by his magic core that was now cracked, so now he has no way to even store mana so he was even worse than a crippled demon!

A demon's horn acts as the catalyst to control mana, while a magic core acts as storage for the mana, He had to act fast before little wisps of mana completely leaves him rendering him unable to even regenerate, should that happen he'd be dead regardless of what he did!

As Azazel was focused on this the sound of clacking rubble was made behind him as he sees the very man that the ex-demon king wanted to just get away from now, rising from the debris as if something was helping him up, recovering at an unnatural speed despite his 'demon horns' being broken!

The terrifying part about this for Azazel?

the horn was regrowing too, while Jack who had a ferocious smile on his face was glaring so wickedly towards him!

RUN!

this was the thought that came to mind, as he stumbled about trying to move as best as he could!

RUN!!

His body was broken but he wanted to live even if he was a crippled demon now!

But too bad for the demon Jack wasn't one that took any chances of his enemy escaping when they are in this state, as the jagged machete that was on the ground soon made a sheath out of the escapee's leg!

*ARGGH-(Crack)*

Azazel's scream of pain was cut short when Jack suddenly appeared in front of him giving the demon a knuckle sandwich with some extra knuckles~

*BAM BAM BAM*

Each blow echoed out with the sound of more bones cracking before Azazel fell to the ground on his side!

Then more pain erupted from his leg when the machete was pulled out so viciously that the jagged teeth had some flesh hanging off of them!

But that instrument of torture will be for later, right now Jack remembered something from one of the people he listened to before he left the family that descended from the Mongolian conqueror that the Chinese feared so much in the past.

When dealing with an enemy that brought so much anger when you have the chance, Slap the shit out of them!

Until their face swells!

Until their teeth are gone!

Until their jaw bone is turned into mush!

Make them understand...

WHO THEY ARE DEALING WITH!

Remember boy, to the people outside your last name, will be Anderson, but to us, you will always be a Khan!

Those were the words of his teacher for survival, his grandfather that was too attached to the old ways that he became a mass murderer when someone raped one of his daughters, his method of killing was by literally slapping his targets to death.

Unlike their ancestor that would rip his enemies to pieces.

This was something that Jack had been curious about for a very long time.

so with this chance right now with the begging demon...

why would he pass it up?

So with one hand to hold on the stump of the broken horn and the other to complete the interesting idea.

Jack began Slapping the Azazel who wailed out loud for the first but was quickly cut off by the second~

It was a very refreshing feeling!

as with every slap, Jack felt the damage he made, until it felt like jelly.

The face-slapping went on for a whole hour, thanks to Azazel's higher tenacity he managed to survive...

barely.

His face was bloody and swollen, he had no more teeth nor did the tusks last, his jaw bone was so ruined that you'd see small protruding bone fragments along the swollen chin area, with bloody snot and tears it made Jack wonder.

"How the hell was this guy able to breathe?"

But The torture wasn't done as he was now curious about how he can implement the methods of his ancestor.

piece by piece was it?

So he had the suit scan every bone that can be dismantled, every muscle fiber that can be separated, while dragging the twitching mess to a new location as surely someone will be coming to check the place soon as his visor picked up some groups that were curious in the distance yet were afraid of getting to close should the cause of the mess still happen to be there.

His destination?

The church.

reason?

His niece would be ecstatic for such a chance, and his sister's grandchild will have to learn about such things soon enough, not only that when this bastard is finally dead his corpse with act as his way to help her, Katherine's body was weak and feeble so by using the suit he can bring some necessary changes for her something that became available when manual override was activated.

He knows that he can't stay in this world, Thus Jack will leave insurance for both his niece and granddaughter's safety, using the corpses of all of his enemies!

but there was one more problem, eversince he had defeated Azazel something was locked on to him.

Was it a friend, or foe?

Jack was going to check right now as he asked out loud.

"Either you show yourself or i will assume that you are an enemy!"

The thermal vision of his third eye activated as he looked at the heat signature.

"My my, to think that Azazel would fall to such a state."

The person that replied was a female demon as if every part of her body was a work of art a single horn that was a meter length, purple skin, ruby eyes, full lips, pointed yet short ears, she had modest proportions, yet it was just right, a long whip-like tail that moved around in a teasing manner, she had regular legs and feet like a human with tight fitted clothes designed to stir a man's lust if they were weak-minded.

"Could you, please, be so kind as to give him to me?"

Unlike those that spoke with superiority, her words were oddly... polite?

Jack was baffled as the majority of the demons he dealt with were too proud or arrogant she lacked such vibes.

So the man couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah and who's asking?"

She smiled before giving a bow with her answer after assuring him.

"No need to be hostile, I was just asking~ I am Seughar, the one that many call the demon queen of Envy, and truthfully I am not really here for him, but for someone more enticing."

The demon queen licked her lips as she was strangely excited for a different reason as her heated gaze reminded Jack of someone.

She seemed rather giddy upon saying that last part and this demonic woman's eyes were locked on to him that gave him a feeling very similar to Rona when she was about to 'attack' him for the first time next words made him say one thing in response.

"Become mine~"

"Huh?"