She called him cursed, she called him a monster, she told him to trust her! And he trusted her! But he was a fool because she never did it for him, she never thought about him in the slightest.
She changed him, she rejected what he was!
Because he was the only one visibly different, he was the only thing that made everyone in their clan look down on her, her husband, and her daughter.
Bad enough he had a bad reputation amongst the clan for being trash and useless, she didn't need this, she couldn't afford to lose any more face because of him.
But whether she was in the right or not for this, the fates were unfair to everyone, and even they, the fates, say, "Karma's a bitch".
[Curse has strengthened ]
[Curse enhanced to level 6 ]
[Enhanced Jealousy has been enhanced ]
[Selfishness Traits has been enhanced ]
[A few "optimistic" traits have been enhanced]
From the core in his abdomen that was filled with leftover demonic vitality, that core sensed energy not belonging to him and it started devouring it through a small string of demonic vitality,
But as soon as they connected through the string, the core in his abdomen erupted, sending out a massive wave of demonic energy through his body and it consumed all the foreign phyric energy inside of him. And then they were suddenly absorbed by a heart marking under his naval.
* * * * *[Still Day 6/7]* * * * *
His body jerked, a crimson cloak of energy suddenly bubbled around his body, and as he opened his eyes, [Nightmare eyes], his body was fully demonized.
The marking on his tongue became visible but then burned in a red flame in his mouth. His hands clawed, both markings on his hand became visible, but then red flames separate from the demonic cloak started burning away at the markings,
His demonic cloak suddenly formed a horned, winged, figure, around his body, resembling something or someone? It then lost shape and started to expand, covering the room in a haze of bubbling energy cloak and miasma,
His claws sunk into the bed as he grabbed onto it, tearing it in as he arched,
But then the cloak and miasma suddenly and rapidly multiplied and then condensed, right before shooting back into his body,
And as it shot into his body, he shot up and breathe hard as he was awake during this entire process, and it wasn't easy flowing inside of his body as he felt nothing but burning.
Burning... Just like a furnace.
*haaahh haaaahhhh*
Lifting his hand [Fire manipulation] A scarlet flame set ablaze the palm of his hand, and as he blinked, the flame on his hand turned to orange.
"It's back... My magic..."
Looking at his flame he crushed it in his palm and then conjured another one, slamming it on his forehead,
Using his phyric energy technique, wasn't that proficient and it was very time-consuming, but in doing this he was able to analyze his body.
And as he analyzed his body he saw that mostly all of his phyric energy was blanketing his mana capacitor. And from what he remembered before he killed Marcilina, that energy was what was keeping him alive since he almost killed himself as his mana was going to explode and he used his phryic energy to substitute the glass-like bubble which held his mana.
The blanket of energy suddenly started spreading out and it revealed a fixed bubble capacitor in which held his mana.
And as it started spreading out, the energy began returning to the level above that capacitor, to where his phyric energy was stored in his upper abdomen.
But it wasn't just that, he felt something else inside him, something new,
In his lower abdomen, just below his mana, he felt a shadowy core, it was weak, very weak, but it wasn't what he felt that was new, he knew about that because it was his power over [Shadow witchery], and he doesn't know how to use that power?
Anyways~
Lower than that, around the area where his sex organs were, there was a crimson pebble there.
It was his Demonic power, his Demon core.
Sensing and using a whole 5 hours to analyze his body, he discovered something very sickening.
This was the strongest he could ever get, the amount of actual power he could hold was limited.
And it wasn't because he was a Demon, it was because he was a sorcerer, and that kinda says it all seeing as he has innate magic powers/sorcery. And then there's also whatever his Demonic power was, from what he found, it seemed to be only related to sex?
But he couldn't accept that, he wasn't about to accept that, he needed power, he needed to push past his limit and excel.
He needed to be stronger, he needed to get stronger.
After analyzing himself over those past few hours he was able to feel his strength, and let me just say, he was way stronger than he had ever been before he got nerfed by incubism.
His strength back then on the Demon scale would be overall around 2-4 in his most basic attributes.
Old strength: roughly around 3
Old dexterity: Roughly around 2
Old agility: roughly around 4
But now, he was strong, he was way stronger than he had ever been before.
New strength: 5
New dexterity: 5
New agility: 5
He didn't know where this power came from, or how he had possessed it so fast? Something that would take many years of training to achieve in a single night. But it did, and it had happened in one night.
And he wasn't going to take it forsaken.
But he needed more strength.
he needed to get stronger.
The world was a cruel place and he knew that, he knew that too well, and he, yes he, would eventually be crushed without power.
*Deep Breath*
*Focused Concentration*
[Total Concentration] Using every bit of strength he had at his disposal, he focused it all on that little Demon core in his sex organ, and his entire body started to burst into scarlet red flames.
Nothing else caught on fire except him, not even his clothes, but as that fire engulfed him, everything inside him started to boil.
Even the core, the Demon core started melting, it cracked and bled, right before it started turning into a liquid,
And when it did, focusing his total concentration as he bubbled his other cores with a layer of protection by using phryic energy. He started moving the liquid.
As the flames were his nourishment, and the pain was a reminder, the burning liquid that should be killing him as it broke and melted, started moving up his body slowly through his muscle fibers.
He should be dead from his Demon core being destroyed by none other than himself, but he wasn't? And as a slight flow of blood rained down from his eyes, mouth, and ears, as yes he was dying.
Yet even though he was killing himself by doing this, there was a saying, "whatever kills you, only makes you stronger", and he didn't stop focusing on moving the liquid core upwards,
But how long could he last, he was dying, he was killing himself, yet how long could he last before he died?
* * *An hour later* * *
With him not moving and barely even breathing as blood dripped down from his face, the liquid Demon core moved fast as it found its way through his bloodstream.
And as it traveled through his bloodstream, hitching a free hike on that wave, it all went to his heart.
However as it got to his heart, it wasn't pumped out to the rest of his body, instead,
[Demon core merged]
[New Demon core formed]
Instead, he broke his limits then and there as an incubus, In exchange for the power, he exchanged another power, it was a power for power and it was one hell of a Powerball.
. . . . .
Feeling his heart imbued and merged with his new Demon core, with every beat in his chest, he felt his body get more and more accustomed to everything. His body was slowly becoming in sync with itself, the body's oxygen was flowing more smother with fewer toxins and clogage, and unlike Bruce Banner, he felt more in control.
But there was a thing... And uh, it had nothing to do with the new Demon core or him, it was just that he shared a room with his sister, she was nowhere to be seen, and he got blood all over the sheet.
HOLY SHIT THERE'S BLOOD ON THE SHEETS!!!
* * *
Not wasting any time because he had no clue when she would be back, he yanked off the covers and sheets and as he saw blood on both of them he rolled them up, opened the window, and like spiderman, he jumped out of the second-story window.
Leaving the village and washing them in a nearby streme he was doing a good job... But there was still a large stain of blood on both of them,
But he didn't know if that was from himself or it could have been from "someone's" menstrual cycle... But he didn't want to know, and he was going to keep that mystery and hope it was his.
But he couldn't get it out and as he was frustrated, his hand slipped and he caught the scent of the blood... And it wasn't his.
"EEEWWWWWWW!!!"
He had no choice, he needed to burn them.
* * *[Day 7/7]* * *
A hoard of monsters approached, or we're they actually monsters to begin with.