Celestial Blood Hunter (2).
The large sac of smoldering Demon Matter with thick crimson veins pulsing on its surface remained suspended in the air for a long time.
Floating just a few meters away were Azazel and the being of darkness that had kept him company for far too long now.
The darkness pulsed,
"What do you think is going on in there?"
Azazel shrugged, "If I was forced to guess, I'd say it isn't pretty."
His eyes narrowed,
"Balangol's soul has long since departed. That sly bastard! Just a moment before he was consumed, he sacrificed the soul of the boy that was still hidden in the body."
Although he felt a bit regretful for letting him go off just like that, he still felt satisfied with the outcome.
He had achieved his goal, so there was no need to be upset.
But it was still too soon to celebrate.
The being of darkness suddenly spoke,
"What about the boy? Has his consciousness been consumed by whatever that thing was?"