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Upbeat Hyena

Chapter 5

-VB-

“Ah, I made a mess,” I pouted as I shook off the blood in my hands and then swiped with the back of my hand to wipe at the blood on my lips. None of the blood was mine, but it still felt wasteful to have them smeared all over me.

The little gang - whose name I’ve already forgotten - stood behind me, all but two of their members missing. As best as I had tried, I couldn’t help but nibble on one, and when I had taken one bite, I took another.

The gangsters trembled behind me, and then started whimpering when I turned around.

Away from the street where people could spy us from afar, we moved into an cove of trees in the still undeveloped areas of the neighborhood. Covered by bush, trees, and leaves, we remained anonymous.

So far.

I chuckled a little. “Aw, don’t be so scared. I’ve had my fill!”

It only made them more scared.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you alone to eat later. I shouldn’t eat my new minions, you know?” I asked, emphasizing the “minion.” “Or are you all not my minions?” I asked slowly as I opened my maw and showed them the breaking skulls and bones still churning inside my gut.

“We are!” one of them shrieked.

“Oh. Wonderful,” I crooned. “Then hold still, hmm’k?”

-VB-

What did it mean to be the [Prince of Demons]?

Aside from the absolute authority I had over the lesser demons, it meant paradoxically both very little and very much.

See, as the [Prince of Demons], it was my right to spawn new demons as I saw fit. I could not, however, simply create them out of nothing. Such an act was only permissible to Him, and I was nowhere near His power.

To be the [Prince of Demons] was to be the first demon of a realm. To stand taller than any other, to strike harder than any other, to be more than any other demon after me.

To hold the title of the [Prince of Demons] was to be the progenitor of demons. It was why I had changed Viviane into a demon like myself instead of lending her a portion of my power.

To change others into demons was not only my right but my instinctual need.

Some would drop into my lap like Viviane: insensate and crying out with no mind.

Others, like these gangsters, would “offer” themselves to me.

They watched in horror as one of their own screamed within the silent grove. They could scream all they want, but no one outside this forest would hear us.

The once handsome face and sculpted body twisted and elongated with beautiful cracks and symphonious rips. I almost felt like conducting to the sounds of the tearing and molding flesh, but that would be rude.

Would anyone like it if someone conducted to the sounds of them changing clothes?

Most people wouldn’t.

“Unlike my Viviane, you are nothing more than a lesser demon,” I hummed as I lifted the barely groveling and kneeling demon before me. The fat gangster he had once been was no more; in its place, a ten-foot giant stood with two heads and a hunchback. I inspected him physically and deeper than what my eyes allowed, and found him to be an exceptional shock trooper.

Sturdy and esoteric effect resistant skin, durable muscles capable of pulling out forces no mortal could draw, and dumb as fuck.

If I told him to go jump off a bridge, then he would.

“You share a lot of features to a fantasy creature I know of. I’ll call you ettin.”

“Ugh…” ettin moaned while still being held up by me.

I turned to the others.

“Next~!” I sang, and one of them moved forward even though he looked like he was going to -. Oh, no, he did piss himself. “What does it feel like, forced to do what you don’t want?” I asked as I drew forth the man’s sins.

Screams of women subjected to torturous rapes spilled out from his body, and putrid off-white sludge dribbled down from his pores. Those sludges formed into humanesque forms and began climbing and grabbing at him.

I grinned maliciously.

“In the jungle,” I crooned as he panicked and screamed as more and more of the gunk climbed higher. “When the tiger tells some poor fucker to bare their ass, the poor thing bore their ass. Why? Because the jungle is the domain of the tiger.” I pointed my finger at him. “None of what you took was yours to take because you lacked even the slightest of leverages other than force. Uncontrollable lust backed up by force. As far as a sin goes, it’s a wonderful sight,” I giggled unmanly. I couldn’t help it! I wanted to coo at the rapist’s sins as they clung to the man in an attempt to drop him!

Gawww, I wanted to gober them up.

I ignored the very same pleas of the “participant.”

“So enjoy our sins, my dear. Enjoy them to the fullest!”

And then the putrid white gunk began to flow into his mouth. He choked as the heavy liquid held him down.

Slowly slowly slowly…

I grinned with anticipation as a demon began to form within him…

… huh? He’s fighting it off?

“You should accept your demon, mister. If you don’t, it’ll turn you into a past tense.”

The others looked confused by word choice.

I clicked my tongue in irritation. “I can’t help that I’m two decades more advanced than you.”

I waited after that, and sighed in disappointment when the gangster fought til the bitter end. I could respect that, but it just meant I had one less demon.

“And he just became a hashtag. Next!”