This is all humans are, pathetic, weak, adorable, perhaps. Humans have no right to rule the world. I have been around for a long time. This world belongs to demons and Lucifer. I rip my scythe out of the one called the Bloodhound. He drops and I catch him. I look down at his lifeless body.

His transformation is almost complete. The sickness spreads. Lucifer will be quite pleased at this. His blood drips onto the floor. He's strong. He's a strong human. He fought quite well, but it still is pathetic that he tried so hard. I drag my weapon into the ground. It cracks opening the portal. He'll do well in Hell. He'll make a fine demon.

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I pull them out of the memory. I dust my master off. Everyone looks at me. I button up my shirt again. 

"Now do you see his true power?" I ask them.

I dust my hands.

"All of you to bed. I set up the guest bedroom for you, milady." I say.

"Thank you." She still trembles. 

"Sebastian... I... I..." Baldory starts.

"There's nothing to say." I lead them out. 

I close the doors. Then my young master runs up and buries his head in my chest. I look down at him. I wrap my arms around him.

"It's fine, my young lord." I say.

"Did it hurt?" He asks.

"Yes." I say. 

It was the first time in a long time I actually felt pain. It was pain beyond anything I ever could imagine. 

"Now then young master. It's time for you to go to bed." I say.