[Syliar’s point of view]

Unfortunately, the pipes were clogged, the walls were smeared with dried blood and there was another unexpected sight. In the corner of the shower was another dead body, or at least what was left of it. It belonged to a middle-aged man who committed suicide by blowing up his brains with a gun. Guess his rotting corpse and disgusting sins were what added to the aroma of the place, but unlike his friend on the couch, he escaped my sight.

What’s wrong with me? I asked myself, seeing how I kept forgetting about various details.

Frankly speaking, it annoyed me.

I did not care what sort of sins he committed while he was still alive and if he deserved a proper burial or not. Just like the other one, what mattered was that his remains were in my way. I clicked my tongue and turned around to look at the door. Raising my hand, I conjured up a simple angelion soundproofing spell and cast it over the entire room. I did not want to alert Michael, but if I suddenly went silent on him, he would have grown suspicious of me, so I added an effect to the spell. It would make it sound from his side as though I was casually taking a shower, while inside I could do whatever I desired.

With that out of the way, I turned around and pointed my hand at the remains of the mortal. I charged up demonic energy in the form of a sphere in my palm and then released it as an energy blast. The sheer force of it shredded through the remains, grinding them into a fine powder, and at the same time, destroying the wall behind him. The pipes burst with slimy brown water, the walls crumbled, and where once was the shower of the bathroom, now stood a hole as if someone detonated a C4 charge.

“Crap... I need to rebuild it now!” I said with a pout.

Destroying things was a full-time job, I could not go around fixing stuff as well! Nevertheless, I was still in need of a shower, and as much as it annoyed me, this meant fixing the bloody thing. So, I slowed down time once more. I took out my soul’s hands out of my host’s body and began to cast angelion magic, this time however, it was an angelic spell of restoration.

Drawing the symbols in the air proved to be rather tricky since it had literally been millions of years since I last used this combination. I actually had to recheck the spell two times before I activated it just to make sure I wasn’t summoning my demonic legions by accident.

With the spell cast, I returned to the normal flow of time. It did not take long for the entire bathroom to rebuild itself. Everything was back to its original position in mere moments, sparkly clean like nothing ever happened to it. I made sure, of course, to repair the pipes while at it. I still wanted to take a shower and drenching myself in murky water wasn’t the best of ideas.

I turned the hot water knob, and the small drops began to drip over my host’s soft skin. I closed my eyes and stepped under the cascade. By human standards, the water was neither too hot nor too cold, just perfect.

“This is good...” I said to myself.

Technically speaking, I had no need for a shower at the moment, all I wanted was a little moment to myself to think about what happened to me and what I was going to do next.

With me taking as host a human woman meant that the one Michael was interacting with was not the real me, but someone else. It annoyed me, it irked me, and I hated it.

I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. If I could, I wanted to destroy the body of my host, to punish her soul and torture her in the depths of Hell, but this was by far what one could call a sin. Also, I still needed her. Without my host, interacting with my beloved would have been a bit trickier. I would have no way to touch him, no way to embrace him, and no way to kiss him.

“Sigh...” I relaxed my hands.

Looking back at my accomplishments today, I could say with a smile on my lips that I killed quite a lot of people. My slaughter list expanded with each fool who dared stand in my way or attempted to harm my beloved. Michael’s parents, his colleagues at school, teachers, the idiots who thought they owned the right to his life, his own flesh and blood brother, I killed all of them with my power, and I did not have even the slightest bit of remorse. I hated only the fact that I was not able to give to some of them a proper torture. Oh, how fun it would have been to have their loved ones find their remains scattered throughout their own homes! This simple yet barbaric thought amused me.

Besides killing them, there was another option. I could have simply planted a couple of ideas inside their heads and let them sip into their subconscious mind. Little by little, those ideas, those programs would have formed sooner or later into malicious thoughts. One day, they would steal, another, they would rape, and another, they would kill. The police would have no choice but to put them down for good. Hunted, alone, going mad with each passing moment until ultimately, they would have succumbed to my darkness and even took their own lives or go on a killing spree until they were met with the first bullet to the head. So many ways I could have made them suffer, so many ways I could have punished them for what they did to my Soul Mate, but what I chose was the quick way, I killed them like the useless dogs they were.

A smirk moved on the tip of my lips as I began to imagine those various ways of punishment. It was only a mental simulation, but they brought me a much needed and desired pleasure.

In the end, I might have done a lot more harm than good. Now, my Soul Mate was alone. No, that was wrong! He still had me. Those fools who pretended to be his family only desired to do him harm, and the idiots at school were only there for the sole purpose of mocking him.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists.

“I’m not at fault here...” I thought.

It sounded like the pathetic excuse of a criminal after slaying his victim in cold blood. I knew better than anyone how wrong it was. The humans died because of me. It was not Michael who killed them, and neither were their own deeds. The one who pulled the trigger, the one who chose death was none other than me. I was not malicious, I didn’t corrode their will and sanity, I didn’t influence them to accept with their own will the path of evil… what I did was act as their Judge, Jury, and Executioner.

Instead of being a Demon Queen… I was just a demoness out for revenge.

“Sigh...” I released the trapped air in my lungs.

There was a heavy weight on my chest, which made it hard for me to breath.

Was what I did actually wrong though? I wondered.

I couldn’t tell, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t jump outside of time and take a peek at the future. Maybe I should have done that first?

“Even with those spells... I missed so many details.” I said annoyed.

Their souls probably did not deserve to be slain by me, just like those from that planet. If this was true, then I should have listened to Metatron. Why didn’t I? What was left for me to do now with Michael?

“Kill him?” I wondered, but I quickly shook my head. “No!” I shouted with a firm tone of voice and punched the wall with my fist.

My knuckles bled, but they healed almost immediately. As for the wall, it was still mostly intact, just a few cracks were left behind since I didn’t reinforce my hand with divine energy.

I could not do such a thing to my beloved; I could not dare to lay a single finger on him!

Good or wrong, it did not matter now. I had committed the deed, still, what of Michael?

Without a home, without a family, with all the forensic evidence pointing in his direction, he would end up in jail or worse. Did I unwillingly lead my beloved on a path of misfortune? But what else could I have done?

I thought and thought about it. I tortured my mind trying to find a solution. We could have fled from the country, but I was sure my killing spree wouldn’t stop there. We could have left the Universe, but my demonic tendencies were a part of my nature. I had a job as a demoness, but I also had my love for my Soul Mate. Was there nothing I could do to keep them both? Of all the beings in this world, the only one I could share my heart with was also the one I would eventually unintentionally make him suffer.

“Is there no hope?” I asked with a weak voice.

Then, as I felt a surge of anger at my own powerlessness, I struck the wall to my left as hard as I could again, spreading the cracks and nearly breaking my human hand. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I slowly realized the desperate situation I found myself in. There was no way out for me, or at least, I was not able to see one.

Trapped in a spiraling cascade of negative thoughts, I felt as though I was the one under the attack of a ruthless demon, but the only one there was me.

What am I even trying to do? I wondered as anger, hate, despise, desperation, fear, and wrath surged through my heart, tossing wave after wave of at my soul, testing its limits, trying to force it to crack.

“AAARGH!” I screamed as loud as I could and released my demonic energies.

The vortex of power shattered the material plane around me, beginning to meld it with that of Hell. Pieces of the wall were pulled away and the only thing keeping Michael from hearing me was the soundproof barrier I cast earlier.

“No! No! No!” I screamed and with my bare hands, I tried to rip a hole in the very fabric of time and space in an attempt to see the future hidden so far away from me.

A few demons tried to slip into the mortal world though the portal I made, but I grabbed hold of them and ripped them apart with my bare teeth and claws. I couldn’t help it, I acted like a savage animal holding no remorse or care.

I struggled through the madness, trying to reach back to the safety of my own delusions that eventually the whole thing would be resolved someway, somehow. Instincts told me to keep on ripping at space and time, to cause more havoc and maybe even destruction, while my mind and heart kept reminding me of Michael. If I did that, he would be the first to perish in the madness I created.

Yet was it such a bad thing to kill him?

I stopped and thought about it for a moment. If I killed him, maybe I could rip out his soul and drag him with me to the underworld.

“Kukakaka!” with a maniacal cackle, I began to ponder of such a delightful possibility.

What was there to stop me? Love? What could love do to stop a blood thirsty crazed demoness straight out of Hell?

Nothing...

I looked at Michael through the walls. He was cleaning with a happy smile on his face. He wasn’t even bothered by the chaos which took place on the other side of the wall right next to him. If he dared to open the door, he would see only darkness and chaos, demons who struggled to pass into the world of the living and me, slaughtering them without remorse while thinking about how to kill him... Such a sinister sight it would have been, but alas, I decided upon my path...

I’m going to kill Michael and drag his soul to Hell with me! I thought.

Closing my eyes, I prepared myself for the moment of my kill. Nothing could stop me. After opening my eyes, I lifted my hand up and pointed my palm at him. Demonic energy began to surge into a blast of energy. It would have gone straight through the wall and pierced his chest like a powerful laser. I only needed to order it to fire.

It was easy...

Just like pulling the trigger of a gun pointed at your worst enemy. Simple, but why was it so hard?

My hand started to tremble, and my heart tightened.

“No! I’m going to kill him! It’s decided!”

I searched for him like a madman only to end up killing him with my own hands? It was almost poetic, but something was missing.

“Why?” I asked as I felt my heart hurting like someone had just stabbed me with a spear made of light.

The demonic energy stopped flowing into the charge, and the accumulated one so far began to dissipate little by little until there was no more left. In the end, I lowered my hand.

“Why?” I asked again as tears of blood flowed down my cheeks.

The pain I felt was horrible. My heart burned, my body trembled, I was even sweating. Nothing made sense...

I cried like a young girl while the demonic energy slowly calmed down, closing the portal to Hell. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how savage and ruthless of a demoness I thought I was, it still didn’t compare to the sheer force left there by God as protection for the Soul Mates.

Unless they both desired it as part of their own evolution, no soul could harm or kill his own Soul Mate in the physical world, while in the spiritual one it was literally impossible. That was an ironclad rule which not even I, a Demon Queen type 7 and ruler over an entire demonic kingdom composed of millions of separate Universes, couldn’t break.

I found myself entering a slowed time state again so that my pained heart could heal, and my sobs could remain silent. They were the proof of the deed I thought about committing. For how long I stayed like that, I don’t know, maybe days, months, or even years, but when I returned to the normal flow of time, I realized that only a few minutes had passed since then. This skill was incredibly useful for us, angelions.

Wiping off my tears, I got up on my feet ready to meet with Michael. When I took my first step, however, I heard a splashing sound. Blinking surprised, I looked down at my feet. The blood I shed through my tears gathered up in a sizable pool all around me. If I opened the door, it would have all poured out like a flood. My barrier spell was the only thing that kept it inside, but I could not really remember if I actually made it this powerful, it was weird. Canceling out vibration was one thing and stopping matter was another.

Did I cast a complex barrier with multiple functions by instinct? Out of worry of disturbing Michael? I wondered for a moment.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I began to gather my demonic energy, but this time for cleaning up the place. The way I used it was in a similar fashion as one would envision telekinetic control over fluids. It poured up and then into the drain while clean water from the pipes washed off the blood on my body.

Once I was done, I bent the pipes and blocked the water flow so it would not flood the place. For a moment, I wondered if I should have repaired the bathroom again, but I decided against it. Unfortunately, the only towel there was too dirty for me to use.

“Should I or should I not?” I asked myself as I looked at it.

A smirk formed on the tip of my lips and after gathering some demonic energy, I poured it into a simple switcheroo spell. The program was quite simple actually. The dirty towel I targeted with the spell would have been replaced by a clean one. The catch was that it needed to belong to someone who was just about to dry off.

I picked up the new clean towel with the pleasant thought in mind that someone out there just got an unexpected and nasty surprise with my dirty one. It was a shame I was not able to listen in to his pleasant screams.

“Ah! That felt good!” I said as I walked out with the clean towel wrapped carefully around my body to fully use the allure of my host’s sex appeal.

Turning my eyes towards Michael, I saw his surprised gaze. I smirked and narrowed my eyes a bit. His blush was very cute, it made me want to jump on him and smother him with kisses.

Then I realized... Everything he did, all of his words, every action he carried, I reacted to them in the same manner as a human or normal ascended entity would have. Michael Kunosagi Asakura was my Soul Mate and thus, no matter what I did, between us good was good and evil was evil. They weren’t reversed like they were in a demon’s case or accentuated as they were in the case of an angel.

He was the only soul in my entire existence towards whom I could feel love...

I had to admit, it wasn’t that bad...