Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 88.2
“If I were a bit younger and full of energy, I would’ve thrown away the flawed contract and swallowed you and everything outside whole.”
“……”
“But there’s someone with eyes just like yours, so I thought I might give it one more try.”
With a bored expression, the demon blinked slowly and stroked his chin as if deep in thought again. He didn’t seem particularly interested in the human realm and looked like he was only thinking about how to return to the demon realm. It didn’t seem like he was lying.
Since it was Cielo’s first time facing a demon, it was hard to tell whether the words were a genuine opportunity or just another trap.
But Cielo could only focus on one goal.
To somehow end the sacrificial contract with the demon and return to a normal life. To meet a happy future with the people he cherished.
That was enough.
Just then, the demon grinned, baring his teeth, as if he had read Cielo’s thoughts.
“Make a bet with me.”
“A bet…?”
“Yeah, a bet. Right. The contract’s already a mess, and if you ignore it and carry it out anyway, I end up at a loss too. It’s cleaner to settle things now than to keep dragging it out.”
The condition of the bet the demon proposed was simple.
“Kill your father.”
He raised an eyebrow as if to say, wasn’t that what you were planning anyway?
As if he were enjoying something entertaining, he half turned and spun slowly around the blood-soaked central hall, continuing to speak.
“You came all the way here because you wanted to end the sacrificial contract, didn’t you? To do that, you have to kill your father. If you sever his breath for good, I’ll leave the human realm without lifting a finger.”
“……”
“But if you lose the bet.”
Clap!
At the sound of his clap, the tightly shut front doors swung open. Beyond them, Ryan and Oscar were struggling against a demon five times their size.
Just as Cielo was about to run out, calling their names, the demon caught his shoulder and whispered.
“I’m taking those two with me.”
“……!”
“Of course, not just their bodies. Their souls as they are now too.”
In short, it was a bet with his own soul on the line, not the real “Cielo.”
“I……”
Cielo looked up at Oscar.
His movements, always precise since reaching adulthood, had collapsed completely. Blood was dripping from his arm, and his focus wavered, probably from overusing his abilities.
“Master, Master, Master…”
He kept calling out to Cielo, trying to keep his mind clear. He was enduring with the thought that if he collapsed here, he would never see Cielo again.
It was the same for Ryan.
Even fighting a single demon was pushing him to the edge, and his breaths came hard and fast. He dodged a blow that could’ve broken his neck and precisely aimed his sword at the weak spots.
Both Ryan and Oscar moved with strength and beauty beyond anyone else.
But their stamina had its limits.
“Dragging this out won’t help you. What, do you want to watch them die?”
“……”
“What’s so hard about killing your father? He’s already old and barely hanging on.”
Cielo clenched his fists.
Typhon’s ability was fire. With healing abilities, there was no way Cielo could block it head-on.
But—
“I’ll do it.”
That didn’t mean he could back down in fear.
To survive.
And for the people who had risked everything to protect him, now it was Cielo’s turn to risk everything.
“Good. That’s how you should answer.”
The demon snapped his fingers lightly, as if satisfied with Cielo’s response.
It was at that moment…
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