The demon cachinnates and he unfastens his robe. Wakana's tears won't stop. Paralyzed, she can't move an inch. She can't fight for herself. She won't scream to satisfy the demon and the witch. There's no one coming to save her.
The witching hour has started. The blood isn't stopping. She's feeling dizzy. Her vision is darkening. She whimpers when his nails dig into her skin. He lifts her hip. He rubs the enlarged penis between her thighs, giggling when she opens her mouth to let out a sob.
She won't scream? The woman might have a strong soul, but she has a weak will. He will enjoy every moment while tormenting her. Though he enjoys breaking a strong-willed woman, the weak-willed woman is fun in another way. Wasn't Morita Aiko the same before she became what she is today?
"Wait." Morita Aiko stops the demon. "The circle isn't reacting."
This has never happened before. Wakana can see and sense the otherworldly creatures. There should be magic in her blood. But, the circle is dead. There's not a single pulse. She frowns and looks at Wakana who has her eyes shut. Is she a witch?
"What is wrong, Aiko Chan?" The demon asks her with an abnormal cooing voice that gives her shivers.
"Is she a witch?" She narrows her eyes on the demon's face. Is he fooling her? He told her that Wakana was powerful. Then, why is this circle not reacting?
The demon lets go of Wakana. He steps toward Morita Aiko who is looking at him with a hateful gaze. For eighteen years, this witch has kept him trapped inside his own pocket dimension inside the apartment. He could never lie to her because she had control over him.
"Aiko Chan, she's not a witch."
Morita Aiko glares at the demon. "You lied to me!"
"I didn't lie to you, Aiko Chan." The demon leans down toward her face. She is fearless. She hasn't realized it yet. "It is not a lie that she's powerful."
"Then, what is she if she's not a witch?" Her face contorts in anger. She isn't strong enough to take away bloodlines from other witches without this demon's help. He is under her control.
"Her abilities come from her soul, not her blood." The demon eyes Aiko's figure. He has sucked the bloodlines from numerous witches and gave it to her through the hole between her legs. She doesn't know that he can take back what he gave it to her. Since Wakana doesn't have any magic in her blood, the circle is dead during the witching hour.
"You should have told me before," Morita Aiko shouts at the demon.
The demon's eyes shine in amusement. The witch hasn't realized.
"She's useless to me." Morita Aiko exhales. Wakana has lost a lot of blood. She won't live for long. Even if the demon had told her that Wakana was not a witch, she would have brought her here. Wakana may have looked into the matter if she hadn't brought her here. The apartment building will be demolished. She has to move the demon from this place. "Do whatever you want with her. I will start working on moving this pocket dimension to another place."
Wakana might be useless to Morita Aiko, but she isn't useless to the demon. Her powerful soul can help him regain his complete state. Before that, he must do something else.
When the demon doesn't move away from her, Morita Aiko scowls at him. "Hurry up! There's not much time left."
"Aiko Chan, Aiko Chan," The demon calls her name like a lover before he grabs her arms and rips them off from her shoulders. Her blood splatters all over the walls and the floor. The demon's laugh mixes with her painful outcries. Not giving her a chance to mumble a spell, he tears out her tongue next. Her body drops to the floor like a ragged doll. "Witches must always be cautious when they are dealing with demons like me. You were lucky eighteen years ago. But, luck cannot always help you survive. You still don't know, Aiko Chan, did you? If the circle dies during the witching hour, the demon is freed."
Wakana tries to open her eyes. The hold over her body is disappearing. She can move her fingers. But, it's too late. She has lost too much. She's dying. Perhaps, it's better to die before the demon defiles her.
The demon thrusts into Morita Aiko's bloody hole, absorbing her lifeforce along with all the witches' bloodlines that he stored inside her. They had done it countless times in the last eighteen years, but this is the second time when he's moving the way he wants to. With each thrust, he's tearing her walls further. With each slam against her womb, he is breaking it more. The demons like him know no mercy. It's a pity that she can't scream anymore. He bites off her nipples next and licks the blood. He spoons out her each eye with his claw and crushes it.
He's going to do the same to Wakana. Her body might die, but her soul can never leave this dimension unless he releases it. That kind of soul is rare. She's carrying a special source. He doesn't know what she exactly is. A human w? Her heart is carrying that source. He will eat her little by little. He will relish in each bite.
After absorbing the last of the witches' bloodlines, he tears her body into small pieces. Chortling, he turns his head toward Wakana. But, her body is gone.