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Everyone was playing nice, as the Rask family had ordered every monster to do. The Rask family was the undisputed powerhouse of the monster realm. No one acted up, not a single monster. The witches were not as much of a concern, but we had still had a meeting about monster etiquette before the party and I generally kept an eye on anyone that might cause trouble.
The party was a lot of fun. Though there were no issues among the guests, plenty of food was spilled as more than a few guests became intoxicated. We already had several Mogs prepared to clean up after the party. After discovering my interest in them, Lord Rask had gifted me five. I loved those little clumps of slime. They made cleaning a dream.
As the night wore on I lost sight of Nyxra. I didn’t see her on the dance floor or around the room so I went to her room to check on her. I opened the door and saw two half naked people groping each other.
“Sorr…” I began to apologize for interrupting their fun when I realized one of them was Nyxra. Half naked with the monster from earlier. They were both shirtless and his hands were roaming over her body. I had been right about him having abs.
The whole thing hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly it was hard for me to breathe. They turned to look at me. I saw that her lipstick was smeared. The guy saw who I was and sneered.
At the sight of his face it felt like fire started flowing through my veins. I clenched my fists and became lost in my emotions. My body reacted on its own. I jabbed my hand into his chest and reached, not for his heart, but for his soul. I ripped it out of his body.
I had no idea how I had grabbed his soul. Memories from previous reapers had floated into my mind and shown me how to do it and I had reacted on instinct. The black scythe on my head glowed along with the hourglass tattoo on my hand.
“In time everything arrives at death’s door… Except for you.”
I created an unending loop of the exact moment that I ripped his soul from his body. I closed my hand, crushing his soul. When I opened my hand his soul had reformed into a red crystal where it would remain in the time loop eternally. I placed the crystal in my pocket.
Nyxra sat half-dressed on the floor looking at me as if in a daze at what I had done. I didn’t even want to look at her. I turned around and ran.
I don’t know how long or how far I ran, but I was no longer on the school grounds. My cheeks were wet from tears, but I didn’t remember ever crying. All I could remember was his sneering face. I clenched my fists again.
Nothing in the world seemed to make sense anymore. The emotional chaos was physically painful. I wanted out, but I couldn’t escape from myself. I was overwhelmed. I felt like I was drowning in an unending sea of my own confusion, betrayal, and grief.
I replayed the scene in my head over and over again. The thought of his hands on her made me sick to my stomach. It was so hard to breathe. Every time I thought I was getting my emotions back under control a picture of them would pop up and I would be lost all over again.
“I can’t breathe,” I was barely able to whisper aloud as I fell to the ground. I tried to calm myself. I tried to pull in a breath. I needed to get this feeling out of me.
Summoning my scythe, I turned it into a long sword and used it to draw a pentagram on the ground. A normal demon summoning brings the demons up from the hell dimension. This technique was different. When I finished drawing all of the runes around the pentagram, I stood in the middle of the pentagram and I sent myself to hell.
Chapter 28
I had to admit a prince of hell was rather intimidating. Taller than most skyscrapers, with red skin and two thick horns sticking out of its head. It was like every picture of Satan I had ever seen.
I lost my self in the violence and the blood. I was too busy fighting to think. It was exactly what I needed. I ripped its left horn off and stabbed it through the eye. It squealed like a stuck pig. It felt so good killing it.
By now none of the weaker demons would come near me and even most of the strongest would not remain in the same area that I was in. I eventually had to start hunting demons down. It was a hell of a good time.
In the past I had worried about demons one day invading the human realm. As I looked around at the stack of dead demon bodies, I no longer worried about that. Now I was just worried I would run out of demons to kill. The difference in power between a witch and a god was staggering.
With all of the demons avoiding me it took time for me to hunt them down. As it turns out, even demons feared death. Speaking of fear, while fighting demons a new technique floated to the top of my mind from the pool of past reaper memories. Death Approaches.
I had been surrounded by a small army of demons when I released the technique. Waves of power rushed from my body into their souls. They lost their minds, clawing and trampling each other in their rush to escape. It was a glorious sight.
A demon came running at me when I turned my back. When