Demon of Lust in the Land of Water 12 (Patreon)

Demon of Lust in the Land of Water
Chapter 12

-VB-

Yagura laid on the floor, bleeding from every orifice and fresh wound.

If it was just pain, then he would have stood back up to fight back, but it wasn’t just pain.

He was never trained to deal with overwhelming empathy. How does he deal with emotions?

He couldn’t shut them out like he used to. He couldn’t-.

Crunch crunch crunch.

He looked down, and saw the man staring down at him from above.

Smiling at him was the strange foreigner.

“You…”

He was too weak to speak.

“Me,” the foreigner, Alan, grinned. “I normally wouldn’t step in like I have today because it sets a bad precedent,” he began. “But then again, allowing you to continue to mess with me and mine would do the same thing, wouldn’t it?”

“I… I … I am … the …”

Too weak. So weak. When was the last time he’s been this weak? He couldn’t remember.

“A human.”

Yagura frowned in incomprehension. What about being human? Was he going to talk about how weak a single person was or something?

“At the end of the day, you are human while I am not.”

…

…

Say what?

“... Crazy.”

“No, no, no. I assure you! At this point, I am no longer human! … In fact, it’s kind of hard to remain human when I am aware of so much out there in the world. The contract that I signed up with was supposed to only make me slightly stronger, you know?”

Contract? Stronger? Awareness? What kind of madness was he on about?

“But then I hit a jackpot.”

What’s a jackpot?

“In terms you can understand, I had a bloodline that tied me with very powerful people,” he hummed as he sat down next to Yagura’s bleeding form. “So powerful, in fact, that fundamental facts like laws of physics became suggestions rather than rules. I showed Mei that, actually, but she couldn’t believe it. She still can’t, but I like to tap that beauty so I made myself … smaller? Denser? Tighter? Weaker?” he shrugged. “Well, seemingly weak at any rate.”

“W-what a-are … you talking … about …?”

Yagura felt his mind slip away.

“This is my final warning to you, Yagura,” Alan said but his voice was different.

Yagura glanced to look at Alan, and his eyes widened in shock.

Sitting there wasn’t a human.

Hunchbacked, pulsating flesh with too many eyes and - and - and -.

What was he thinking?

His eyes took in the form and he saw a - a - a -.

What was he thinking?

Alan sat there with a smile on his face, the one that Yagura often wore when he lorded over his subordinates for their mistakes.

What was he thinking?

Yagura thought in a certain pattern. Questions and answers (or non-answers if there was no answer to be had). He made sure of it. It was how he thought on the battlefield until he was safe in his office and sometimes not even then.

He remembered asking himself the same question thrice now.

Btzz

What was he thinking?

Four times.

“What … are you … doing to … me…?”

Alan looked at him in surprise.

“You noticed? That’s talent. Mei never could, you know. Making love to her in my expanded self, let’s say, and bbbbttttzzzz leaves her disoriented most of the time.”

“What … was that …?”

“Ho damn. That’s some serious perception. Let’s see if I can induce Sight into you.”

Yagura screamed. He screamed like he’s never screamed before.

In the silence of his office, no one heard him scream. The guards outside stood patiently and unknowing of the dangers and horrors behind a pair of wooden doors. Life continued outside the office, though some were curious as to why there were no meetings today with the Mizukage.

But if the man wanted a day off, then who were they, his subordinates and subjects, to argue about it? It meant for them that they wouldn’t meet with the man responsible for the Bloody Mist.

But in his office, the Bloody Mist screamed as life began to leave his eyes. His mind shattered and reformed and shattered again as eldritch truth took its hold on his mind but his mind couldn’t contain it.

He awoke with a gasp, writhing momentarily on the wooden floor.

Yagura remembered…. Remembered what?

“Morning, sunshine.”

He snapped up onto his feet.

Feet?

He wasn’t wounded?

He looked down in a moment of shock and saw that not even his clothes had been damaged.

But the blood on the floor told a different story.

Yagura looked back up.

Alan smiled back from a couch that hadn’t been in his office before.

“As I said, laws of reality are suggestions. With enough power, I can overwrite certain facts like the fact that you were dying, insane, and injured.”

Yagura stared at him incredulously, but even as he thought of words to tell off the crazy man, he felt how clean his mind was.

And then it struck him.

The Bloody Mist.

He began to hyperventilate.

“Sociopathy is a real problem. Hopefully, you’ll leave me and mine alone after this. Have a good day.”

And then he was gone. Along with the couch.

No, there was never a couch.

The couch was a lie.

His life was a lie.

H-He was a monster.

Yagura broke down sobbing, which prompted his guards to rush inside.