Demon King Ascension System

226 Collecting The Full Debt (2)

“AHAHAHAHAHHA!” Blake’s laughter filled the abandoned factory as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

There was not a time when he was fighting all kinds of demons back in the demon realm that he saw anyone who had ever strived to close their eyes as hard as they could. Whether it was because he believed that it was all a dream or he wanted it to end as fast as possible, Blake found the action unbelievably funny.

Even the demon that died from shock and fear kept his eyes open to see him until the very last moment, none of them was weak and spineless enough to surrender their lives just like that.

“Don’t worry, little cowardly Jake. No matter what your wish is, I will make sure to make you realize that this all wasn’t a dream and it would not end fast.”

As if Blake’s words had penetrated deep into his heart, Jake abruptly opened up his eyes and instantly moved his limbs to try and get as far away as possible from Blake.

However, Blake did not care. With a single darkness binding spell, Blake also caught Jake’s body, forcing him to stay sprawled on the ground, with the only thing that could move freely was his head due to Blake telling the darkness tendrils not to spawn on it.

And that was because Blake had another plan for it.

“AHHHH!!! FATHER!!! HELP ME!!!! AAAAHHHHHHH!”

“Whoops, I think I need to shut this up first.”

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Blake then cast the single darkness tendril spell, aiming it right into the middle of Jake’s mouth, plugging his entire mouth with the darkness tendril.

And to make sure it was secure, Blake rounded the darkness tendril on Jake’s head, melding one end of the darkness tendril with the one in his palm.

“Now then, one final preparation before we begin!”

Blake then dragged a random steel box from the abandoned factory, then placed it right behind Jake before he lifted up Jake’s head and rested it on the box. With his head lifted up, Jake could now see his front properly, getting a proper view of the part of the abandoned factory where the door to the exit was placed and where his father had laid unmoving under the darkness binding spell.

Jake stayed silent as he couldn’t even shout with his mouth filled full with a darkness tendril, his mind wondering what would happen next.

“Now let’s start.” Blake clapped, getting the father and son’s attention.

Blake moved his fingers as he started drawing a set of runes. But instead of letting the nether in his body supplement the incredibly thin nether in the environment, Blake kept the nether coming from his body to a minimum, only letting enough to barely cast the spell.

The runes then flashed and disappeared.

And at that moment, Jake’s father once again felt the unsettling feeling that he felt before the darkness tendrils caught his body. Knowing that something bad would happen again, his survival instinct kicked in.

“NO! PLEASE NO! SPARE ME! PLEASE I WILL NEVER- AAAGHHHHHHH!”

His pleading words were then cut off as darkness spikes began to manifest from under him. But instead of the solid and the forearm-sized darkness spikes that would normally appear in the demon realm, they had turned to smaller spikes due to the thin nether in the surroundings.

The tens of thin darkness spikes stabbed themselves through the father’s body, causing his pain receptors to be overwhelmed as his body violently jerked everywhere to try and dodge the pain, but failed due to the darkness binding spell restricting him and squeezing his body even more.

The screams didn’t stop until all darkness spikes had finally stopped manifesting and the pain had settled in the father’s body.

Unfortunately for him though, Blake wasn’t finished yet.

The father was already half-dead, his eyes blank as he looked at the ceiling absent-mindedly. However, the spectator was still very much alive.

Seeing Blake’s fingers had moved once again and drawing the unknown symbols in the air, Jake screamed at the top of his lungs, breaking out from the overwhelming shock that he felt when he saw his father scream his lungs out and abruptly stopped as if he had lost any will to live.

“UUMMMM! UGHGHHHH!!!” But of course, with his mouth plugged, Jake couldn’t even mutter a proper scream.

The runes that Blake drew then flashed and disappeared once again, the ominous feeling once again draped over Jake’s father’s body, causing him to release incomprehensible screams that didn’t even contain a single proper word.

And after the spikes manifested, Jake’s father only released one last resounding scream before he finally went limp, numb to the darkness spikes that assaulted his body, his soul orb soon came out of his body despite the darkness spikes still hadn’t finished manifesting.

“Well, that was quite pleasing,” Blake smiled as he felt his heart fulfilled. The pent-up feelings that he had misplaced onto Amy had now been properly vented onto the right outlet.

“And now, one last payback before I am truly satisfied…” Blake turned his body to the one last remaining person.

“UUGHGHHHHH, UMMMMM! NGHHHHHH!” Choked screams did not faze Blake as he walked slowly toward Jake. He deactivated his dark earth armor, revealing his original appearance to the last remaining survivor.

Jet black skin, claws for fingers, and a pair of horns on his forehead, even an arrogant kid like Jake would be able to recognize a demon even though he had never seen one before.

Their pictures were almost printed in every textbook, telling them how dangerous a demon was.

“DGHHEMNNN!!!”

Blake didn’t know what Jake was trying to say, but from the barely audible noises, Blake concluded that he tried to scream demon.

“Ah yes! Nice to meet you! I’m Blake, a demon.”

Blake then activated his other bloodline power. Fiery nether coursed through his body as he directed some of them to the tip of his fingers.

A small spark of dark flame then appeared on the tip of his index finger.

“And this is my gift from hell,” Blake smiled as he threw the small spark of dark flame to Jake’s feet, quickly turning the small spark of dark flame to a proper size of dark flame to create a fireball as it used Jake’s flesh, skin, and bones as its fuel.

More incomprehensible screams were released from Jake’s mouth as he felt his feet slowly burning and the flames continued crawling upward to his stomach.

And before the fire even burned Jake’s face, the boy was already long dead after the shock and the loss of blood had been too much.

Blake now stood silent, alone in the abandoned factory as three soul orbs floated around him.