[10.30AM]
My parents and I were driving to a local fair. My parents had probably seen an advertisement on Facebook or something the night before.
The drive was not a dangerous one; it was on a new road made just a month ago.
My parents were driving and laughing.
That was what I remembered, their smiles.
At an intersection, all of a sudden, I felt a big bang as we collided with someone. My parents died instantly.
I was said to be extremely lucky; I most certainly disagreed.
I would rather have died looking forward.
What then began was a lengthy court case against the culprit. He was a businessman who owned a big company, and his lawyers were very good.
He managed to not let the fact out that he killed two parents and nearly killed a child, but he did have to pay me lots of money.
My lawyer took some, but I was left with enough.
Enough to never work a day in my life.
From then on, I had school, which to a person richer than most teachers was not great.
I found respite in novels. They let me escape from all my problems. I found the main characters annoying though. How did they have so much motivation? Why did they not just give up?
Obviously, it's because that would make a dumb story.
Who would read a novel about someone who just gave up all the time?
So, when I found myself in the competition, I vowed to myself that I would work hard. Unlike my previous self, I wanted to finally change, to make my parents proud.
But look where I am now.
I could not protect them. It was my fault. I should have gone with them.
Oliver, Asylum, Aggressor, and Tranny. 4 of my comrades, no, friends, had died.
All of my lower demons as well.
I did not want to be lonely again. I hated myself for having no friends, and I had finally made the first real friends in my entire life.
I hated myself.
I hated those damn bears.
I was going to kill them all.
No matter the cost.
What was a mad demon?
A mad demon, unlike what some would think, was a demon's ultimate form. It was the reason the demons had reached their pinnacle.
When a demon goes mad, they will lose all cognitive functions and can only live in one thought. For some, this would be to kill everything, and for others, it would be to get revenge.
They are meant to go back to normal after they complete this objective, but a massive defect in the demonic race was that they never turned back.
Why? Because they had no complete certainty, they had completed their goal. Most goals were vague, like the previously mentioned getting revenge, which was too vague, so they just continued until they were killed.
Some with minor goals, such as "kill my cheating wife and husband" would not be seen as going mad but as an aggressive outburst.
Once they had completed this goal, they would wake up with a faint memory of the deed and would slowly believe the fact that they had done it with complete free will.
Alex was an interesting case. His bloodline technique, Mental Clarity LVL 2, would make becoming a mad demon hard in the first place, but he managed to go mad anyway.
For instance, mental clarity was a skill that refreshed one's thoughts, made a person's mind clearer, and mostly blocked outside distractions. For instance, Alex could go to a concert and, if he so desired, he could completely tune out all the music no matter the noise level.
His goal was to kill all the bears, but as previously mentioned, they were the size of a double-decker bus and were stronger than the eagles that would wake him up.
We re-join Alex where we left off.
`Kill all of the bears.`
[Congratulations on unlocking the demon's ultimate form]
[All stats are boosted by a factor of three.]
`Kill all of the bears.`
Alex's eyes were glowing a bright red. He felt strong. He moved like a bullet to smash the opponent, but the bear moved to slap him away.
Ignoring the danger, Alex punched the bear's hands and found he had won in the contest of strength.
He doubled down on offence and charged at the bear, who was recuperating, and smashed his head to the ground.
"Bang!" His head collided with the cave floor, killing the bear instantly.
This move had a drawback, though; it alerted the rest of the bears to Alex.
Seeing their dead brothers, they all charged at the culprit. That was their family he had just killed.
Alex, instead of being afraid, had one thought.
`Kill all of the bears.`
He kicked, shoved, smashed, punched, slammed, destroyed, and pummelling all of the beasts.
He lost an arm in the process, though, and had too many scars to even count.
His usual grey skin was coated in blood and his hair was dyed red.
Everything was red.
The entire cave was coated like a red slushie.
The body parts of the beast lay strewn around amid the decaying bodies of his comrades.
He had done it, though. He killed them all.
He was done. His mind slowly returned, just to immediately collapse from exhaustion. He had not slept or eaten for days.
The battle had taken 3 days.
As he lay on the ground, consciousness waning, he saw a figure coming toward him.
`No, not another one.`
He saw a crying Dante instead.
Who when dropped next to his body screamed, "Noooo, sir, you can't die like this, no, what have I done? I should have gone with him.
Immediately, Alex felt a rush of energy, thinking, "This is not how I die."
He then moved slightly, but that was all he could manage. Most of his muscles were torn and he could hardly move even with all his energy being returned to him.
He prayed fervently to the Lord Jesus himself, hoping that this idiot in front of him would notice.
His sensations were fading; time was running out.
What was the last thing he heard?
"Guess I'll bury him."
Idiot, useless idiot!
As Dante was carrying the body of his lost lord, he found his body to be hotter than he expected.
"Is he alive?" he thought.
`It can't be it must be my imagination.`
So, he returned to the main area, where he showed the body to Rando, so he could say his final words.
`How could this happen?`
`This place was paradise, yet it was taken away the moment it was getting good.`
He saw a body on the back of Dante.
"No, it can't be," he said, rushing up to Dante.
"Is he alive?" he asked.
"No, why would he be? I got his body so you could say your final words. "
"Oh... ok"
Dante laid his dead lord's body on a bench they used to sit upon to eat feasts.
He kept thinking of the memories they had.
As Randol was crying over his good lord, he noticed something.
Is that a heartbeat I'm hearing?
He quickly checked again to see if he was dreaming.
"He... he, he is alive."
"Huh, what did you say?"
"He is alive, you idiot."
Quickly, Randol grabbed his master's body to see how he could help him recover. He remembered that he had not eaten on the night he left, so he grabbed some food and quickly ran to his body.
"How do I feed him though?"
`Ah, like a baby. I will mush it up and feed it to him that way.`
So, he got a hammer from his workshop and smashed the meat he had until it looked like a paste.
He then poured it into his master's throat.
I woke up to the feeling of drowning!
Was it in my blood? Am I going to drown in my own blood?
He felt a wave of energy, from god knows where, and opened his throat.
"Ah, good, he's eating."
Huh, is that Randol? Oh yeah, I was saved. Wait, I didn't know that idiot was going to bury me.
Thank you, Randol. You saved me from certain death.
Wait, no, he was going to drown me.
For the next 4 days, with demon ungodly healing speed, Alex recovered somewhat from his injuries.
He still had no arm and scars littered his body like a game of noughts and crosses, but apart from that, he was fine.
He had done some of the easy missions by sending Dante and Randol to do them, but today was the day he would start to return to doing work.
Randol had begged him to stay until he recovered because he wanted me to completely heal, so I did, thinking it was the least I could do for him to save me.
10 more lesser demons arrived yesterday. I gave them a pep talk and got them to start training. My heart hurt whenever I heard them train, though. The idea that it was useless pained me to the core, so I decided to teach them the sun magic immediately.
Unlike the last group whom I waited to teach, I wanted to do my best with this new one, and while I could never replace the part they had in my heart, I still had a competition to win.
I had avenged their deaths and would build a memorial later, but I still had to push on forward.
No matter how much my heart suffered.