A Lower Demon (13)

"Yes, your doppelgänger that isn't a demon," Seung said without hesitation. "And if I'm right, it's human—your past form before you became a Blood Demon. Prove me wrong."

A vein bulged on the demon's temples as it clenched its fists, teeth grinding. Seung stood tall, boldly facing the consequences of his confrontation. It hit him then—why he had hesitated, why he felt remorse earlier when he was about to throw his dagger at the demon. This was the reason. The reason he felt like a mindless murderer.

The demon growled, "You… what did you just say?!" It jabbed a finger toward Seung, causing his heart to skip a beat. But something else was about to unfold.

In the blink of an eye, dark fumes coiled around the demon's finger, shooting forward, aimed straight for Seung's face. His instincts kicked in, and he barely dodged the attack. However, the fumes grazed his cheek, leaving a cut as long as an index finger.