"The winner!"
"Our Crimson Demoness Eien!"
A bloodstained arena, the half-dead boy of a male who made perverted comments towards her, barely breathing on the ground.
His arms were crushed, ripped from his body.
Legs shattered, torn from his waist.
Eien stood in the centre as Alexander watched from the stands; this time, he wasn't teased by Valu and forced into a kiss.
Instead, they sat together in a VIP seat she normally used, her hands stroking along his thigh; he realised she felt a sense of threat from Eien, ranked 10th on the Local list.
'Ah, my cute Eien, you grow stronger with each kill as I do, but why does part of your experience enter my body?'
'Is your love and devotion that strong?'
'Or have I finally become a monster after devouring so many demons' lives?'
Alexander didn't mind Valu's actions anymore; the more strength he gained, the less offensive and inferior it made him feel.
