Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 180

"Ah, these two? Yes, they had their uses, quite so indeed..." He says with a gaze that one uses towards an object when its use expires out. "When I got this power the first time I thought, how useless, is no wonder the one that had it was such a weakling, not even worth mentioning, and yet who would have thought that, in my hands, it would become such a spectacular tool? A blood pact, ah... it works only because I have much to give... and greed speaks wonders in the mind of men and beast alike... only that most do not ever think about giving your life back in return do they? They never see it coming, ah, especially cultivators, those ones always think time is beneath them, never appreciating how a single day alive is miraculous in itself. But enough of that." He says, clapping his hands, not giving me enough time to connect him to these other villains who gave me a hard time, coming from the same source, powered by the same source, strong creatures that had a piece of the power of the creature we face now when he says:

"Oh well, time to add another son of mine to my army."

He flickers his sword in the air and dashes forward into another blow, and proves to us to be worthy of the empowerment title Demon Lord has.

I ready myself to help Ethan, give him some support, but the only thing I am able to do at first is watch bewildered as red sparkles fly all around, the two classing blows so fast and their footwork so nimble that I can only see the sparkles that linger from the attacks.

If I had to fight him on my own I would be in trouble, holding a shield out at all times for the lack of being able to react in time, but that does not make me give up as I narrow my eyes and focus on the battle, the flashing arched attacks, the short thrust, both trying to break each other stance, Ethan blocking with the shorter of the black swords on his left hand while trying to close the distance, his double swords faster and better suited for hand to hand combat, and yet the Demon Lord is quite experienced and would keep him just on the edge of his reach, his long sword deadly and unnaturally fast in his hands, with both hands weighing Ethan down enough that more than once he needed to cross both swords in front of him to defend himself and match the strength of the attack.

But I guess none of them were fooling around anymore as the battle seem to hit a stalemate, one unable to advance while the other could not break his defense, so next they jump back and out of each other way, one is visibly more tired than the other.

"Now, now, is this all you got terrific spawn of mine? Are you done already?"

I hear Ethan grunt between his quick breathing, but we both knew that even if there was just a small difference in strength, it was there, and if things keep dragging up he is only going to grow tired.

So instead, we both come to the conclusion at the same time, that this fight should be short and decisive.

So we should attack with all we have, together.

Ethan looks at me for a brief moment before sheathing one sword only to pass the palm of his hand on the sharp edge of his other blade, the cut deep but needed to put him on edge as he passed the palm over his face and hair, the blood covering his features being absorbed by the shifting image of his skin and body, the blackening obsidian skin absorbing it with delight as his two red horns sprout scales around their end and twist back towards over his long white flaming hair.

Fangs show as he says: "Not even close."

The Demon Lord chuckles, unimpressed by the display as the smile drops from his eyes and he starts to change too, red horns, black skin and white hair and all, but I can tell there are plenty of differences in his transformation, from the length of his hair, staying the same short one, to the red veils pulsating under his obsidian skin to the white squared horns growling along his body and arms, just the same as the beast behind him.

Even more is that he carries a long scaled black tail, and a pair of bat leathery wings at his back, a full on devilish look.

"You know, there was a time were we, the pure blood demons, were the strongest beings known to walk the earth, but after that spiteful goodness brought magic to the humans and they ascended with it, after this distasteful cage was built, we were the owners of the world." He opens his arms wide, palms up, loosen the grip on the sword, not feeling threatened by the situation one bit as he talks: "But now we cannot even walk the land as we please, much less have the power to do much in this small piece of the world."

"We are the powerful immortals, reduced to such pitiful creatures, handsome tigers caged in, and most had no choice but to wait around and hope that the cage opens one day, that the powerful magic one day would dissipate."

"And they waited."

"And waited."

He takes a shattered breath then and for a moment I can feel all the emotions held back on those sentences in that short breath, such anger and fear turned into boiling magma that passed beyond the point of being simply livid anymore.

It had become who he was.

"But I am tired of waiting."

"And I am tired of playing around, this day will go down in history!"

He gives a wicked smile that shows his sharp teeth and even more piercing canines, eyes wide in a crazy look of someone obsessed and convicted of his beliefs, certain of the truth of his words.

And crazy enough to put all of it into action, to make it happen.

And such a crazy person is the current Demon Lord of this time, not only the strongest demon of all, but their leader nonetheless, and if we do not put an end to this now, then we are all but doomed.