Perhaps only a little while had passed, or perhaps it had been much longer.
Perhaps it was due to a severe injury, or some other problem... The Penalty Demon felt as if its sense of time had been stripped away. It couldn't discern the passage of time at all—it lay on the ground, yet the sensation seemed unreal, as if caught within a dream.
—Most likely, it was going to die here.
Such a thought roughly surfaced in the Penalty Demon's mind.
Besides, it might also become ritual material for that guy or Aleister, just as it had once turned other humans into materials...
That was also a cycle. A cycle was an act of transcendence, like the Ouroboros devouring itself.
Even so, it did not wish to commit suicide.
To kill oneself would mean self-denial—Demons couldn't do such a thing; it was a negation of the Fallen Celestial Marshal and likewise an act of cowardice.
