93 Chapter 88: What Is The Definition Of A Demon?
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Plop!
With her upper body missing her lower body naturally fell to the ground without support.
My room was now completely coated in blood.
I wasn't spared as well. My body was completely drenched in blood and slimy red liquid continued to drip from my hair.
I blankly stared at my blood-filled palms. The heavy scent of blood assaulted my nose but my expression didn't change.
I licked my lips once again before taking a deep breath.
It wasn't a hallucination.
Tatsumaki had actually self-destructed.
I stared at the gruesome condition of her corpse, feeling a pit in my stomach.
I felt nauseous.
Oh, I knew how fucked up I was.
How utterly depraved I was.
It was not the corpse or the condition of the corpse that was making me nauseous.
It was the failure.
I finally understand the sense of unease I felt when I placed her on my lap.
Was this her way of saying "fuck you!" ?
I stared at her body— or rather what had remained of her body with a deep gaze as if wanting to imprint the image into my mind.
I will remember this.
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Tatsuya wasn't aware of how much time passed as he silently stared at the corpse.
The corpse didn't have clothes on it now.
It had been torn away from the detonation.
Her glistening pussy was also stained with blood and despite being twenty-eight there was no sign of any hair near her sacred hole.
"Hehehe... Hahahahahahahaha!!!"
Suddenly Tatsuya laughed, he couldn't stop laughing.
Tears formed at the rim of his eyes but he didn't stop laughing, eventually, the tears streamed down his face.
It was as if—
As if gone psychotic!
His chilling laughter reverberated in the bloody room creating a horrifying sight. The ceiling dripped with blood as if showering him with it.
It was an extremely eerie sight.
But to Tatsuya it was different, it wasn't blood that was dripping from the ceiling but Tatsumaki's mockery; her disdain for him.
Soon Tatsuya's laughter came to an abrupt stop and his eyes turned cold.
He didn't bother wiping his tears, or rather with the amount of blood on his face it couldn't even be known whether he had cried or not.
"You've done it now." His bone-chilling voice was full of frost.
It was as if the voice belonged to a demon from hell.
He stabbed his foot into her dead pussy and flicked her corpse up.
As the body flew mid-air, Tatsuya moved!
He grabbed the edge of the now-gone upper half of her body, ignoring the feeling of her fleshy body and internal organs.
There was even her intestines dangling from the body.
Bringing it in front of him, Tatsuya ignored her jiggling milky white thighs and jade-like feet stained with blood.
His eyes glowed with an ominous crimson glow.
The air around him turned cold.
"I didn't think I'd have a use for a skill like this so soon." His frosty words echoed as he brought his other palm in front of Tatsumaki's corpse.
Ghostly howls emerged inside his confined room. The eerie screeching of the thousands of dead souls echoed in his ears but Tatsuya was determined.
Before he would go crazy from the spectral sounds his palm glowed with bloody light, beautifying his already bloody palm.
Soon a red light shone on Tatsumaki's corpse.
Then— Tatsuya curled his fingers as if grasping something.
As if he was trying to pull something from the void, his expression changed and a deep frown was etched on his face and the glowing crimson light faded away.
"I failed."
His emotionless voice echoed in the blood-stenched dorm room.
He didn't let go of the body but instead, his hand glowed once again and made a grabbing gesture.
His eyes glowed fiercely as he ignored the howling spirits.
His eyes started bleeding as he endured the pain.
A few seconds later his lips parted.
"I failed."
Tatsuya's own blood added nothing to his already drenched body. At most it made him look creepier as his face was already full of dried blood but now there were twisted lines of fresh new blood.
His palm glowed once again and enduring the pain he activated [Soul Eater] again, an ability he gained from one of the previous spins.
The third time— Failed.
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The eighth time— Failed.
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The fifteenth time— Failed.
...
An hour had already passed as Tatsuya continued to use the [Soul Eater] ability.
If not for Ban's regeneration he would've died already. A large bloody puddle had formed around his feet already, a puddle formed from his blood and not Tatsumaki's.
Tatsuya's eyes had already gone dull, completely pitch black.
As if he was no different from the corpse being grabbed by his hand.
Yet he was relentless and continued to activate the ability.
He had endured the pain of his brain and flesh melting when he initially crossed over.
How could something like this faze him?
He knew his current actions were futile yet he didn't stop.
His burning heart didn't allow him.
And the Heavens rewarded effort, no matter how evil the being.
On the 99th try, there was a sudden change.
The ominous crimson glow from his hand did not fade away like usual after failure.
Tatsuya's dull pitch black eyes remained the same but an eerie smile slowly surfaced on his bloody face.
A red thread had appeared in between his hand and the corpse, connecting each other.
The corpse in his hand lit up with a blood-red fire but there was no heat, no smell as the corpse slowly disappeared, engulfed by the ghostly flames.
Tatsuya flipped his palm towards the sky and on top of his red palm an illusionary figure was slowly forming.
The illusionary figure was formed from some kind of strange white mist. The white mist rolled around in his hand before taking on a humanoid shape.
But Tatsuya didn't move.
He silently stared as the white mist soon took on a translucent visage.
It looked exactly like Tatsumaki.
The beautiful translucent figure looked around in shock.
In front of her stood a giant man with eerie black eyes and a small gentle smile.
His face was covered with dried blood and even his hair was still covered in a red hue.
The room she was in looked like a purgatory.
Tatsumaki's soul flickered with fear and uncertainty as she slowly looked up to match Tatsuya's gaze and... tick.
A surge of memories rushed into her.
Her eyes went blank before she opened them again, her hatred and mocking look still there, yet it would be a lie to say that she wasn't frightened of the demonic and hellish state of the man and room in front of her.
"...How?"
Her mouth moved but there was no sound.
Only communication through wills.
She had killed herself.
Blown herself up.
Then what was the current scene in front of her?
Heavy confusion shrouded her soul as the feeling of uneasiness inside her grew.
Tatsuya obviously heard her but his expression didn't change. Only his smile grew gentler as the seconds passed by.
Suddenly his hoarse voice reached her.
"Did you believe that death would give you an escape?"
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