The extra is a fox eyed jester-Chapter 52: Muninn

Azazel didn’t linger.

He made a small hole on the dying egg then placed his bleeding hand on it.

It trembled slightly then pulsed like a heartbeat.

The first tremor started at his fingertips, just a subtle tickle like his nerves had received something foreign.

He frowned.

"Huh, That’s it? nothing happene—Ackkk! Oh gods oh gods it hurtssss arghhhh, help... someone help me."

His hands snapped backward into an unnatural angle, followed by a crack which made his breath hitch.

A shudder rippled within him, sending tremors of pain through his body as he tasted blood.

The second tremor was much worse.

It surged through him like a rampage within his bloodstream.

His spine arched violently, his bones cracking, creating a cacophony of gruesome noises.

His knees buckled, he hit the cave floor hard enough to make his teeth clatter.

That’s when the scream tore free, he could no longer contain it.

It wasn’t noble nor was it restrained. It was guttural and raw with agony.

His voice fractured halfway, climbing a pitch he never knew he could attain.

His throat strained, with tendons sticking out like cords which were about to snap.

Azazel felt his muscles seize at once, every fiber contracting.

For a second his vision went white and hot like burning rods were stabbed into them.

’Focus mortal, don’t lose consciousness, the moment you do, you’ll die.’

Azazel felt his back lift off the ground as if carried by an unseen hook, his fingers clawed at the stone beneath him, his nails splitting, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

He felt his jaw snap shut so hard his tooth cracked.

A guttural howl followed.

It didn’t sound like something a human could create, it was raw and animalistic, the intensity reverberating through the cave.

The next phase was an intense heat.

It wasn’t warmth or fever.

It was far worse.

It felt like molten lava had been injected into his body.

His shoulders jerked wider with a sickening crack, it wasn’t just his shoulders, every bone in his body split and reforged itself.

He choked on his scream as something inside him pressed against his lungs.

His body convulsed again.

His pupils had completely disappeared leaving only his sclera visible.

Blood steamed from his eyes, the pain was so intense he couldn’t even afford a scream anymore.

"D-Die..."

"I’m going... to die..."

"It hurts... so m-much."

’Mortal, steady your breath, I’ll take some of the pain from you so just breathe... let your heartbeat follow the rhythm of my blade, resonate your heart with mine.’

Azazel exhaled, his breath shaky.

He felt the blade thrum, the vibrations reverberating within his veins until it reached his heart.

At first there was disharmony, his heartbeat couldn’t follow Akathartos’ rhythm, the blade thrummed harder, more aggressive, following the already frantic pace of Azazel’s heart.

Ba-dum!

Ba-dum!

They moved in sync, Azazel and Akathartos, like they were of the same body.

The pain also reduced significantly.

What followed next was a full body seizure.

Both Azazel and Akathartos exploded with pain, his hands repeatedly banged at the cave floor begging for a relief that never came.

He felt it crawling, every cell in him dividing at a frenzied pace, it felt like a thousand needles were stitching them into becoming something a human wasn’t meant to be.

Veins pulsed visibly along his arm from his blackened right hand.

He gasped, then hissed sucking in air with sharp stuttering gulps mixed with screams.

"Stop—"

A desperate wail escaped his lips, tears streamed sideways across his temples as he felt his head thrashed.

Then came the worst part, a brief moment of relief just enough to catch his breath before the pain reached its crescendo.

His body stiffened.

Lips parted in a silent scream as the tendons in his neck grew taut. His eyes rolled back.

A strangled, broken whimper leaked out of his lips.

He trembled weakly.

His body anticipating a fresh batch of pain but it never came, instead he heard a muffled gronk, then a blurry translucent screen flashed in front of him.

Ω You have absorbed the legendary grade Raven, Muninn.

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"Kekeke... Why don’t you forget the exams and spend sometime with us, I promise you we’ll have a good time."

An aspirant spoke, openly eyeing Lily with lust.

Behind him two other aspirants were sneaking glances at her intoxicating curves, snickering at each other with repulsive grins on their faces.

Lily resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

This was the fifth time it was happening since the exam began.

Well it wasn’t like she didn’t expect it, she was beautiful and that beauty was a weapon.

It was hard for men to resist her if she wasn’t actively hiding the sinful appeal she was born with as a succubus.

That much was clear even from the way men reacted to her presence, after all, she was a spawn of Lilith, one at the very top of the hierarchy.

Aside from a few of her elder siblings or her mother herself, there was no one who could be compared to her among her race.

Her lips twitched in mild irritation.

She stared at the silver coin Azazel had given her, wondering when he was going to show up.

Ever since she had seen him at the arena her body had been acting up.

She was starved for days due to his abrupt absence and when he finally showed up, his scent was much stronger, it was thick with despair and so much negative emotions that she had nearly thrown herself at him.

It took every ounce of self control she had not to do so under the watchful gaze of the Dean and the other instructors.

She let her eyes linger on the silver coin for a second longer.

When nothing happened, she placed it between her lips then brought out a long black whip.

Her lips curled upward in mockery.

She didn’t take a stance neither did her posture straighten, she still remained relaxed and nonchalant as though her opponents weren’t even worth her time.

"This... this bitch." The aspirant snapped drawing his weapon while the others behind him began chanting.

For the looks of it they were both of the support class while the aspirant who shamelessly wanted to have his way with Lily was the main damage dealer.

’How disappointing.’

He moved first.

Or rather...

He tried to.

The instant he intended to attack, a voice sounded behind him causing a shiver to creep up his spine.

"Lily, how long has it been since the exams started?" He inquired.

The voice belonged to Azazel.

At the sound of his voice, a shudder coursed through her.

It wasn’t from fear but rather, something else.

She could sense something different about him.

Something beastly and ancient, something which made the very air around them grow heavy.

Her face flushed pink and then, she smiled.