Finall Monarch Ch 2 Lesson

"How should I kill them?" Raynard thought.

He needed to be quick and quiet without alarming or breaking any more of the demon rules.

1. Demons who are one class above the others under them shell not kill too many demons.

That was the only rule he had to watch out for as demons of king high are always watching, he had already killed many who were below him and as such he was already being watch.

"Damn it! Shame that I you all will get to live, I won't forget though."

Raynard mumbled.

He began to did deeper, there was no point in bothering the first layer since nothing except for meek souls were going to evolve him.

He needed a stronger soul to consume! Along with meeting the contract alter where he will reek havoc on an unsuspecting world weither it was a holly world or a fallen world.

Raynard had even stumbled on a world devoid of oriborus marks. Which meant if had died he wasn't going to ever return.

"Lucky me! I guess starting from scratch was so bad! Thanks Anos Voldigoad! JUST YOU WAIT! I'm coming, and when I get you! all your 666 souls will be mine!" The former demonlord laughed, his sinister laugh coroded the very heart and made his drive deeper, being reborn had made him calm, however as the minutes tik by, he began to regain a stronger emotion.

Soon he finally reached the second layer of the abyss, the smell of mana and sulfer was much more deep coded, he dashed to his desired dastinations.

Every path was unknown, still every demon was self obsessed in refining there one advantage.

Raynard was a master hunter, he could find things which was almost invisible to most demons who were hunters at birth.

His obsession ran deeper then a sane mind could handle.

If he had dropped a piece of his spit, he would remember how large or how long it it fell before it finally hit the very ground.

His obsession was a weapon, a weapon unlike most demons.

He ran around like a gremlin on cocane.

Soon though he found a couple of demons mediam demons on his path who were fighting each other.

Weither it was for territory or a chance to kill each other, Raynard did not care.

"Get out of my way you blasted of destained shit!" He shouted, his eyes already bloodshot from him exerting his weak body.

"You! How dare a low demon tell us what to do!" The demons at the backs who was there to see Raynard first rebuked.

There tone was of mockery and rage.

Before he could say anymore he was killed on the spot, and his soul was consumed.

Raynard had used a holly language which was taboo for a demon to use against there own, but this was Raynard, any other demons would never use it at all since they hated the heavens and language of currage and bravery.

With the boost of mediums demons soul, Raynard used that boost to bite his thumb finger before chanting a language insane to the demons.

"Take both my arms king of gluttony BEELZEBUB! May my dark soul offer there deaths as a token." He was completely insane, however what he did wasn't to him losing two arms, but the fear and dumbfoundation he will gain."

Raynard saw that the demons were confused, before laughing.

"Haha! A fool, do you think king Beelzebub would answer to a low rank demon like you?" One of the medium rank demons said.

Soon though both Raynards arms were imediately consumed and came the crack of space.

Beelzebub was a uncaring god who was always hungry, weither it was canibalization of eating his very own children, he didn't care. The hunger was too much too bear for his very stomach could be temporarily satisfied but never fully satisfied.

"You offer is granted! Demons lord Monty!"

A voice was heard in every demons souls.

"Wait demon Lord Monty!?" The demon were confused before realizing that if any other demons lower then a demon lord had offered a sacrifice, it would surely fail, but since it was a demon lord, they would all die.

Still before another word came out there souls were consumed.

There dead bodys flopped to the ground motionless.

Raynard wasn't much better off either as he would die from the bloodloss.

Still the smile on his face grew wider as he said.

"Thanks for giving me you're bodys you sacks of salty shits."

Demon lord Monty was his first name and Raynard was his nickname for a boy that died and would never ever come back.

Soon his demon body opened his mouth and a red tongue was revealed.

This whole time he was parasitic demon who was born in a demon and slowly consumed there mind and soul.

The sharp thip tongue wiggled before jumping into the mouth of the demon with the deadliest bloodline ability.

It was a poison demon, or known as a gas demon, they were both deadly and unsuspecting since there blood were able to kill any other demons who were at there level or a level higher.

It worked by injection or consuming of any kind, still that wasn't enough since most demons were fire demons who could burn it off.

The reason he wanted a poison demon was because he could poison any liquid in many worlds, and most of all poison demons could leave the very world they live in more unlivable.

"Shi ahahaha!" His sinister laugh was because he had just gotten an unharmed body unlike the many bodies he had taken over.

Soon he found the alter of offered soul.

There was no souls which was presented, and he already prepare for it.

He waited in the shadows like a predator who was ready to take on any unfortunate bastard who was willing to offer a soul or a contract.

He would find and loophole in the contract and find of way to ruin the very world he would step in.