Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Old Devil (1)

In the dark outer space that expanded till the unknown, a white white ball drifted.

It suddenly started to wriggle and soon changed its shape taking the form of a human. Then the outer layer started to fall off and soon an old man appeared in its place.

He was none other than the caretaker of the cemetery. He stared into the distance, thousands of miles away at the small plant earth.

The old man smirked and waved his hand. Purple smoke came out of his sleeves and spread around him. The smoke soon became transparent.

Then he 'took' out a translucent golden man. He had a handsome appearance with unfocused eyes.

The translucent figure's gaze slowly regained his focus. It frowned and there was confusion on its face. Looking around, it seemed like it was in… space?

The old man sneered, "Yamasaki Yasuo, didn't I say that we will meet again?"

Startled, Yasuo turned towards him. Before he could realize what was happening, the old man grabbed his head.

A piercing pain spread throughout his entire being as memory of his last moment appeared in his mind.

After the old man let him go, Yamasaki's golden body trembled and his face twisted as if he was crying. He opened his mouth wide but no voice came out.

The old man smirked, "Without my permission, you won't be able to speak."

He had created a separate space in the vacuum just for him. Otherwise Yamasaki would be eaten by those sneaky formless beasts. Yamasaki should be grateful to him.

He snorted, "you guessed it right. This is your soul."

The old man suddenly thought of something and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He had some time left before the meeting so he might as well have some fun.

He grabbed Yasuo's soul and flew towards Earth at an incredibly fast speed. He ignored Yamasaki's condition and covered thousands of miles in an instant. Not like his soul would dissipate.

Yamasaki felt like he was in hell. His whole body burned and twisted. Fortunately, it was only for a short time. But he knew that his future was bleak.

Then he saw it. It was a familiar place. Hudson Lane.

It was just that the once lively place was filled with misery and destruction. Fire danced throughout and dead bodies were everywhere.

The old man pointed somewhere and guffawed, "do you regret it?"

He was pointing at two burning corpses. One corpse was hugging the other as if protecting it. How laughable.

As Yamasaki stared blankly, the incarnation of the devil continued laughing. "Look at your beloved Fukuhara Hikaru!"

Yamasaki fell on his knees and his face twisted, becoming even more miserable.

"Look how she is burning right now. She died because of you. Her soul no longer exists because of you."

The old man finally let him speak. As he did, he heard Yasuo's grief stricken cries. Wails of the man who lived because of the girl for the past few years. Heart wrenching scream of the man who was left with nothing but misery and despair.

It was satisfying. The devil nodded.

His habits were detestable in those bastards' eyes. But he didn't care. Why did he have to be suppressed by rules if he had the power to break them? What was the point of being strong if he couldn't even satisfy his heart? Actually, those hypocrites were the same. They did things that they liked; just it was more hidden.

The old man was irritated by his own thoughts. He no longer felt like hearing Yamasaki's cries. So he lightly kicked him which was enough to send him crashing in the distance.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he waved his hand and Yasuo's soul flew towards him.

He grabbed Yamasaki's hair and dragged him to a particular location before throwing him in front of a woman. He crossed his arm and watched the show.

When Yamasaki looked at the woman, his already bad state of mind worsened.

Clara was crying in grief and despair while struggling to break free from an unknown man. She wanted to rush towards the place where Yamasaki was but in the end, she fell on her knees and shed bitter tears.

Who would have thought that something like this would happen? Just a few hours ago they were together but now…

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Even without the old devil's sincere words, Yasuo knew that if not for his actions and decisions in the past; things would not be like this.

If he didn't have those ugly thoughts for Hikaru, he wouldn't have called her here. She would be still alive.

Back then if he wouldn't have tried to run away and wouldn't have met Clara. Clara would not have to be in this situation. She would be happy.

Maybe Megumi would still be alive. She would still be smiling.

Everything would have been better if not for his existence.

The old man extended his hand but then stopped and gave a sound of exclamation.

Yamasaki also stared ahead blankly.

Clara, who was engulfed in anguish, looked as if she was struck by lightning.

She muttered in a hoarse voice, "Ka-Kasuo?"

She could somehow see his miserable state.

Just a few hours ago they had promised each other something. He had decided to propose to her. They had a hope but now all they could do was look at each other. They were so close yet so far.

Yamasaki struggled to get up and go near her but his limbs twitched and he suddenly coughed out golden blood like substance.

The old man murmured, "interesting."

Then he picked Yasuo again and, ignoring all laws of nature, flew back to outer space.

He casted the empty husk upon the dimensional cage; he had created before.

The old man snorted and Yasuo floated towards him, his eyes unfocused.

The devil sneered, "now it's time to return the favor."

There was no reaction.

"So you have become completely retarded, huh? Did you not want to beat me before?"

He said with an indifferent expression, "I was scared and hurt so now it's your turn to feel the same."

Suddenly countless hideous brown tentacles appeared out of nowhere, unknown green liquid dripped down their tips.

A malevolent light flashed past his eyes but he said with a kind smile, "Don't worry, I will not use these babies to torture you. I'll just let you see what they will do to your beloved Clara."

Yamasaki's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to beg but no voice came out. He wanted to bang his head and beg for forgiveness but he couldn't even move a finger.

The old man licked his lips. "I'll not restrain them. Do you understand what this means? Let me tell you if you don't. They will ravage her every day and night. That bitch only got a few holes so I'll even let them create more, after all these babies are so many and they also like to feast on blood. Then only will you understand how I felt at that time."

He clicked his tongue in wonder. "Oh, you are not saying anything. So you really don't care about that cum dump?"

Yasuo's expression twisted and became ugly. His whole soul trembled nonstop and golden blood-like substance seeped out of his seven orifices.

Seeing that Yamasaki's soul foundation was about to crumble, the old bastard said with a solemn face, "Alright I'll give you a way out."

He came closer and whispered, "You only need to do one thing for me. I'll forgive your sin after that."

Yamasaki immediately nodded.

"I'll let you possess someone on earth and then all you have to do is die again in the same way."

Seeing that Yasuo didn't understand, the old man snorted in disdain and only said one statement, "the person you will possess is a suicide bomber."

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