The Prime Material Plane.
Black Key Warlocks Guild. The upper level of the tower.
late at night. The room was dark.
The strong burning smell, accompanied by the cold air, rushed into the nose without permission.
choke.
Nese subconsciously pushed open the broken door behind him, letting the light from the corridor flood into his study.
Although the dark vision attached to the demon body has allowed him to see——
In the center of the room, there was a large pile of burned ashes, piled up like a hill.
The remaining debris is half a person's height, with copper clasps scorched black by the fireworks scattered around the edges, porcelain fragments with gold and silver patterns, and fine gemstones that may have fallen off the cover of the book.
There are basically no complete items in the house.
There was a simple fire-proof spell on the ceiling that was not burned through, but a layer of corrosive liquid was poured on the walls. There was only a blackened remnant in the fireplace, and some unburnt parts of the desk and armchair were left in the pile of ashes.
The stone sculptures in the four corners used to assist in guiding the magic barrier were pushed to the ground, and sharp stone fragments of various sizes were splashed all over the ground.
All his belongings chose one of these three fates to be taken away, smashed and burned.
There is no doubt about it. Someone had given him trouble.
Big trouble.
He approached the pile of ashes cautiously. The ashes were cold.
It stands to reason. When leaving the main material plane, Xiqisi used "miracles" to decorate the scene...
The people from the Warlock Association... As for how quickly they discovered what he had done...
He also "cleaned up" his activity area in less than a week.
Nese kicked away a flattened tin cup and wrinkled his nose.
The pungent burnt smell is mixed with a special taste.
aroma.
Alluring aroma.
The aroma penetrated his nostrils, interrupting all his thoughts and making him dizzy.
Click.
It was like a magic box being opened with a bang.
He suddenly felt——
Hungry.
…
Did his mind go blank just now?
Hungry.
Bone-gnawing hunger.
Come to think of it - it looks like he hasn't eaten in a long, long time.
"Devils are always hungry. Just get used to it." He remembered what his teacher had said to him lightly when he was in hell. "It's fine here. It might feel a little worse when we go back."
It was just patience...he thought he could endure it.
During those days in hell, he had become accustomed to the vague feeling of hunger that accompanied him. I thought there wouldn't be much difference even if I returned to the main material plane...
no.
He could hardly think.
Hungry.
very hungry.
Has he ever been so hungry in his life?
Although his parents died young, they left him a large amount of wealth, enough to feed and clothe him for ten lifetimes. He loves the knowledge of spells more than physical enjoyment. Sometimes he studies spell books until late at night, never feeling hungry or tired.
Nese was horrified to find that she had never experienced a similar test.
The feeling of hunger wormed its way into his belly like a poisonous snake.
"If I don't let you eat, I will eat you." Hissed.
I instantly felt like I was going crazy with hunger.
Nesse stumbled towards the extinguished fire. Scratching in ashes and tar.
There were burnt blackened bones in the embers, as well as a simple silver necklace wearing a locket, a copper badge and ring to identify one's identity...
Who died? Why was he burned to death in his study? Confused, he shoved them aside.
Soon, he found the source of the scent.
A bulging knitted glove was not burned and was lying at the bottom of the ashes - ah. It was from Duaite, a low-level sorcerer who often consulted him on magic. His right hand was burned by medicine, and he often used fire elemental spells, always wearing a special glove...
main……
Mainly...there's meat in the gloves.
Bulky, well-cooked meat. It was a little charred around the edges and oozed fragrant oils.
If he could still think...he would think about whose meat it was—
cannot.
He raised his glove in the air.
Lifting his neck, he poured the contents of his gloves into his mouth——
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Screams.
Nese stiffened.
An extremely suppressed scream came from the door behind me.
aroma.
strangeness. Almost immediately. Nese smelled another aroma.
This scent is so delicious.
It smelled 100, 100% more delicious than the stump in his hand.
All the poisonous snakes in their stomachs raised their heads, venom dripped from the corners of their mouths, and made thousands of hissing sounds.
Just stunned. He threw off the glove and turned towards the direction of the sound.
The visitor was no longer at the door.
Nese breaks through the door.
The scent of living people lingers.
I saw a petite, hooded female apprentice holding a small bucket in one hand, screaming and stumbling down the spiral staircase. She should have tried her best to escape, but she only managed to distance herself a little.
The apprentice turned around in panic. Nese happened to look at her up and down. The girl's eyes suddenly filled with tears of fear. "demon!!!"
She twisted her posture and started running wildly, no longer controlling the volume. "Devil!!! There is a devil!!!"
I am starving.
Nese thought drowsily. He jumped and landed heavily in front of the apprentice. She was so frightened that she turned to run away, but he grabbed her belt and took it back.
"Crack!"
The little bucket in the girl's hand was pressed against his face. She used almost all her strength, and the little bucket broke from the bottom, and the liquid splashed all over his face.
Nese shook the water droplets from his face, but the rough edge of the broken bucket did not scratch him at all. The bottle contained nothing but ordinary soapy water - it didn't even have a magic-killing charm attached to it.
He grabbed hold of the struggling girl. Her hood was shaken off, revealing brown hair and a face full of fear.
Looks a bit familiar. Arya? Noxi? Moceline? He held her an inch in front of her nose and stared at her, making her cry even louder.
She smells so good.
She is a human being.
yes.
people.
It was as if my mind that had stalled had turned again.
To the devil——
Is it something particularly delicious?
An idea flashed through my mind like lightning.
No wonder……
Icha put a lot of thought into his transformation and body reassembly.
Then when they first met...
The teacher didn't eat him...
He stared at the female apprentice who was almost choking from crying, with tears streaming down her face. Her hands were grabbing everywhere wildly. He raised his hand and tied the girl's wrists and ankles together - even without the devil's physique, his magic power was not comparable to hers.
She smelled so good. He wanted to bite the flesh off her cheek right now.
Nese's hands trembled slightly, and she held the girl's waist firmly with one hand, feeling the soft skin, the young flesh and blood under the skin, and the crunchy bones...
"You'll get used to it," he said, remembering his teacher. “Living things are inevitably flawed.”
How can a teacher get used to this kind of thing...
Was he facing this kind of temptation, slowly and patiently explaining the War of Doomsday and the War of Dawn on the other side of the desk...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" squeaking screaming screaming.
Nese had no time to think, and issued an "Aphasia Technique".
The scream was cut off directly from the air, and she could only make a whining and humming sound with her mouth wide open.
Nese's other hand nervously squeezed the female apprentice's arm repeatedly, quickly causing a large black bruise.
She is my fellow human being. But now I want to eat her. he thinks.
He thought about it over and over again. Slowly I feel my mind is recovering.
What am I?
He thought about this question again. He asked to check multiple times. The teacher would always say, “This question makes no sense.”
After that, he tried to become a Guardian, but was rejected.
Nese buried her face in the female apprentice's hair again, breathing hard. The girl was shaking so hard that her teeth kept chattering. He held the top of her head and she stopped shaking.
"No matter how you eat, you'll always be hungry," Yi Cha said, as if he were talking about the endless weeds in the garden. "So the best thing to do is just get used to it. It won't take long. Maybe just a few decades."
decades.
It takes decades to get used to it.
Nese pulled the girl's head and faced him face to face - just to bring the "human" breath closer to him.
The apprentice closed his eyes tightly, sobbing and crying.
Nesai watched as a crystal teardrop flowed past several freckles, slid down her cheek, and then dripped from her chin.
One drop.
One drop.
Until he felt something slowly condense in his heart.
"I want it now."
His face suddenly twisted and he said to the apprentice opposite.
The girl opened her eyes in panic, and saw blue flames burning in the eyes of the blond demon opposite her, his brows furrowed, showing an expression that seemed to be in extreme pain.
Teacher. Give me the will to overcome all this. Nese thought.
He buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath.
Another puff.
So fragrant.
Nese let go of her hand and let her slide to the ground like a doll.
"Get out of here," he said.
I need to get used to this now. he thinks.
