A large vehicle away from the port city.

It was a large vehicle that could comfortably seat six people.

The disc of the full moon shone in the night sky, illuminating the land with surprising brightness. It was one of those few rare nights where the moon was visible. That said, racing at full speed through the night was still a foolish course of action. The wisest course of action would have been to pitch tents, light up lights, and send messages to others about their location while they spent the night here.

The world at night was not under mankind's control. No, that would not be entirely accurate — no place without light could be considered part of humanity's world. The night concealed all manner of animals and monsters — mainly humans but still "Monsters."

Still, the passengers in the back of the vehicle barely felt their vehicle moving through the perilous night.

Their vehicle was equipped with headlights, so the only illumination within the interior of the vehicle was the pale moonlight that came through the windshield.

These tremors terminated the conversation between the occupants of the vehicle.

Among these occupants were Dark, with Hilda by his side. Opposite him Hiroshi Ishikawa, flanked by two Blood Knight, who were supposed to be body guarding him. Yet, he could not help but shiver in slight fear, even though he knew they would not harm him.

Hiro was obviously driving the vehicle from the driver's seat.

A brief silence filled the air inside the vehicle, and then at great length, Dark spoke to break it:

"Don't be afraid, They won't harm you. Although they're created by Lord Lucifer, they're currently serving under me."

Hiroshi Ishikawa, who had been sitting there in silence, was somewhat surprised to have the Blood Knight's behavior explained to him.

Then he chuckled and shook his head.

However, the reason he was shaking his head had nothing to do with his surprise at this explanation.

Instead, he was simply shaking his head, as though to drive out the thoughts that had taken root within him.

"I see, the past few weeks I have seen so much that not much surprises me."

Even though Hiroshi Ishikawa had already resolved himself to the unusual nature of things and the events unfolding around him, he nonetheless was surprised that he would so casually say "nothing surprises me" to a man, no rather a monster who was so extraordinary.

"Then, How is your blending in, going. Dark-sama," Hiroshi turned around to look at the girl in the maid dress, this was the second time he had seen her but he still didn't know her name—

"Hilda. Hilda Kefalí Ypiretrias. Just call me Hilda-sama."

Hilda did not mind Hiroshi Ishikawa's lack of manners, but it seemed she still preferred the correct forms of address.

Then again, it was not like being polite was wrong. Hiroshi felt as though he had been reprimanded to some degree.

However, Hilda did not think ill of Hiroshi. On the other hand, Hilda, who had seen that Hiroshi had not intended to treat her with disrespect, smiled.

Then, as Hiroshi was about to apologize, Hilda held out her hand, signaling for him to stop.

"Save your breath," Hilda said, her voice smooth as polished steel. "Apologies are for the weak and the guilty. You've done neither."

She leaned back in her seat, the moonlight catching the edge of her eyes—sharp, calculating.

"You're Good. That's enough respect for now."

Hiroshi swallowed hard but nodded, turning forward again. The tension in his shoulders didn't ease.

Outside, the road twisted into deeper wilderness. Trees closed in on both sides like silent watchers. The headlights cut a narrow path through endless dark.

Not wanting to interrupt, after the exchange was over, Dark responded to Hiroshi's question.

"The blending in is going rather smoothly, I should say."

Dark paused momentarily before continuing.

His face was expressionless, yet Hiroshi could sense a hint of disdain in his tone but it immediately vanished.

"This task is one given to me by the Supreme One after all, the one who shall rule this tainted world, the one who will change this, I should be dead If I ever raise a complaint with any of his orders."

"A tainted world, huh?"

The words slipped out before Hiroshi could stop himself. He immediately regretted this slip-up.

He had spoken with both fear and wonder, his tongue loosened by exhaustion or, perhaps, the strangeness of his situation. Nonetheless, it was a mistake, Hiroshi knew. The words had been enough to draw Dark's curiosity.

"Indeed, a tainted world. To take it all and restore it to its former glory. No, to turn it into a enternal paradise is the only place befitting of the planet The Supreme One calls, 'Home.' Am i wrong?"

Hiroshi took a moment to think before responding, but when he spoke again, he made sure to pick his words carefully.

His words were now more measured, though the wonder that had been there earlier echoed faintly.

"Eternal paradise, huh? That certainly sounds too good to be true. But, if that's what he wishes, who are we to resist."

"As expected, you're much better than the rest of your species."

"Well, I don't know If I should feel flattered at that."

"You should. So, how's the Cult of Light you were building, going?"

Hiroshi bit his lip in silence. The mention of the Cult of Light was a sore spot, one he hadn't expected to come up so suddenly.

He had hoped to avoid this topic altogether, but now it seemed unavoidable.

Dark's gaze was like a serpent's, unblinking, unmoving, waiting.

He was waiting for an answer.

"It's... progressing." Hiroshi began slowly, his fingers tapping nervously on his knee. "I've set up a main base in Kyoto, where I live. So, it's easier for me to do work. My friends are the elders, I've thoroughly warned them of what will happen if they reveal Lord Lucifer's existence to the outer world."

Despite the nervousness in his words, Dark nodded in satisfaction. He too, was very wary of any cults. The last thing he wanted was to have his master's existence made public to the outer world.

"Good, good. That is quite a good move. Take your time, there is no need to rush. When our invasion happens in the future, your cult will grow exponentially and will be a critical asset. Let it grow, prosper, bloom."

"Thank you."

Hiroshi's shoulders relaxed a little at the praise. His hands, which had been clenched into fists, loosened.

He still found it a little difficult to remain entirely composed in front of Dark. However, he thought he was doing a good job, considering the circumstances.

"So, what's next after you both reach Neo-Tokyo?"

The bandits could only gasp at the sight of the beauty, unable to so much as muster up the words for praise. In this moment, even their bestial lust shrank away in the face of true beauty.

Hilda smiled lewdly as she bathed in the enthralled gazes of the men. She advanced openly before them and said:

"Gentlemen, thank you for coming all this way here for me. May I know who is your leader? May I negotiate with him?"

After seeing the bandits look toward the same person, Hilda learned what she needed to know. That was to say, everyone else here was expendable.

"You… what do you want to talk about?"

The man who looked like their leader seemed to have come to his senses after his close encounter with this beautiful women. He strode forward.

"Ahh, please forgive the misunderstanding. What I meant by 'negotiations' was just a joke for me to learn what I needed to know. Sorry about that."

"Hmph, you've got a good body for a brat. I'll make you cry for me in a bit."

The bandit who happened to be standing in front of Hilda reached out to grope that ample bust of hers.

And then — the appendage tumbled to the ground.

"Could you not touch me with your filthy hand?"

The dumbfounded man looked at his now handless arm, and after a moment's delay, he wailed:

"Ahhhhhhhh! My, my haaaaaaaand—!"

"You're making so much noise over losing a single hand. Are you even a man?"

Hilda casually flicked her hand as she muttered quietly, and the man's head fell to the earth as well.

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How had she chopped his head off with her unarmed, dainty, and slender hands? The nightmare before them hardly seemed real. The bandits were terrified beyond all capacity for rational thought, unable to react in the wake of

this tremendous shock. However, what they saw next snapped them back to their senses.

The fresh blood spurting from the severed portions of the body moved as though it had a will of its own, gathering in Hilda's head and going inside her mouth.

Hilda and company knew this was the effect of the skill called [Blood Drain]. However, the first thing these clueless bandits thought as they saw this inhuman ability was:

"What the fuck! She's a demon!"

Anyone who understood magic should have been able to give a more accurate warning. "Demon" was a very broad term which referred to many things, real and fictional, and the means of dealing with them were just as varied. However, none of them spoke a warning like that. One could thus conclude that none of them knew anything about magic. In other words, they thought of anything they could not understand as magic.

As Hilda realized this, she looked disinterestedly at these panicking bandits, who desperately raised their swords against her.

"How boring."

Then, Dark spoke from behind:

"Clean this mess up. Also, leave this one and that one… understood?"

"Yes, Dark-sama."

The Blood knights waiting behind Hiroshi on either side stepped forward, and one of them punched the face of a bandit trying to attack Hilda, sending him flying.

It looked as though someone had swung a metal pole into his face with all their strength.

The bandits arced through the air, accompanied by the sound of something like a filled balloon popping. All manner of bodily fluids — blood, brain matter, and more — burst forth from his skull. The gore gleamed under the moonlight, looking all the more beautiful for its horrific appearance.

More than half of the bandit's head went flying, and pinkish brains sprayed from the shattered cranium. Pulled by gravity, the bandit's corpse rolled to the ground with a great thud. That sound was a starting bell which filled the bandits with terror, and Dark's with delight.

Hiro smiled stiffly as he watched the scene in front of him.

It was a truly horrific sight.

He wanted to vomit as he smelled the blood which came from the carnage before him.

Men had their hands and feet torn off like scraps of paper, and skulls popped between paired hands like ripe pomegranates.

A breastplate was ripped off and a hand stabbed into the now-exposed belly.

When it came back out, it took several meters of gleaming, slippery intestine with it. The fact that the victim was still alive after that spoke of the resilience of mankind.

A man was squirming on the ground, trying to flee even with both legs broken.

White-colored objects — his broken bones — protruded through his skin and flesh. He was desperately trying to crawl away with his hands, struggling to get himself away from the source of this horror, wanting to stay alive for just one moment longer.

The well dressed man looked at the man groveling at his feet, and his shrill laugh grated at him.

How had things ended up like this…

Hiro thought as hard as he could.

No matter how one tried to cloak it in politeness, the world still ran on the principle of the strong feeding on the weak. It was utterly natural for the strong to oppress the weak. After all, Hiro had been doing so himself. However, was it

right for the strong to go so far and do so much? Of course not. He could not accept their cruel methods of killing. Then, what should he do? The enemy was simply choosing not to attack him, so if he tried to flee, they would probably do something to him to make him not dare to escape again. Something painful and nausea-inducing, for instance.

Hiro felt for his hidden knife through his clothing. Why was his sword so small? How could it possibly stand up to these monsters which could twist off men's arms so effortlessly?

What had he done to them? He had never thought of doing anything to those monsters.

Hiro hugged himself, as though trying to conceal his presence. The rhythmic grinding of his teeth suddenly struck him as extremely grating — what would happen if those monsters heard it and went after him?

He tried to stop himself, but his teeth would not listen to him and continued grinding.

Speaking of which, what kind of people were they? Hiro did not recognize them at all.

And just as he thought about that—

"Hiro-san, come this way."

—A gentle, dulcet voice came from behind him, completely at odds with the cruel scenery in front of him.

Hiro looked fearfully behind himself, and saw his employer standing before him. Her expression did not match the cold and stoic maid that he knew her for. If he had been calm enough, he might have felt suspicious about this, but Hiro — who had been driven into confusion by this bizarre world and the stink of blood — had no energy left to suspect anything.

"What are those monsters?!" Hiro wailed, his voice cracking, at Hilda, the moneyed maid of nobility who knew nothing of the world.

"Why didn't you tell me there were monsters like these around?!"

Indeed. If he had known about this beforehand, things would not have ended up like this. The bitch before him was responsible for the frightening scene before him.

"Don't keep quiet, speak up! Let's get this straight, this is all your fault!"

Anxiety and terror combined to impel him forward, and a furious Hiro could no longer bear it. He reached out to grab Hilda by the collar and roughly shook her.

"…I understand. Please follow me."

"You… are you going to save me?!"

"No, I simply wish to take this last chance to enjoy you."

An ivory-pale hand, cold as ice, gripped Hiro's own, and then Hilda stepped forward, pulling him away.

Behind the Car, Hilda spoke softly to Hiro as she waved him over, as Hiro saw this, he stared with his mouth open; what was this woman up to? Hiro looked at Hilda like she was some sort of exotic creature.

Hilda hands had not stopped at all during all this, and so a thoroughly confused Hiro asked:

"You… what are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

"Like what you see?" Hilda purred, stepping closer.

Hiro couldn't speak. His breath came

Hilda tilted her head slightly, moonlight glinting in her half-lidded eyes.

"Don't be shy," she murmured, stepping even closer until their bodies touched. "You've wanted this… ever since you first saw me at the hotel, haven't you? That delicate maid… so proper… so untouchable."

Her voice dropped to a whisper that slithered into his ears like smoke.

"But now look at me. All for you. Take what's yours."

A sharp cry cut through the night — one of the bandits still alive nearby had been grabbed by a Blood Knight and was being slowly dismembered limb by limb.

But Hiro didn't flinch.

He couldn't look away from Hilda's eyes.

There was something predatory in them now — something not entirely human.

But Hiro was already sinking. The world was receding… everything would be alright, as long as he had this woman, this perfect woman.

She leaned forward. Their cheeks almost touched…and their mouths met.

Hiro could scarcely think at this point. His brain had shut down, and he was operating purely on instinct. He deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing into Hilda's mouth as she gasped and clutched at him desperately.

The cold night air felt good against his overheated skin. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, holding her in place as he devoured her mouth.

"I want you," he growled, breaking away for just a moment as he lunged again.

However, this time, he could feel something coming out from her mouth, crawling into his.

He didn't quite realize it at first. It was like a thin worm, slipping into his mouth. It slithered across his tongue, leaving a viscous, slightly sweet taste. But the sensation was not entirely pleasant, and he jerked back, coughing.

"What did you—"

He looked at Hilda, his vision blurry.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, darling. Enjoy me."

As he continued kissing Hilda, that slimy tendril still inside his mouth began to twist and thicken. It wasn't just a worm — it pulsed like a vein, like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Hiro's breath hitched. He tried to pull back again, but Hilda clung to him tighter, her arms wrapping around his neck like chains. Her lips stayed locked on his as the thing burrowed deeper — past his tongue, down into his throat.

A gurgle escaped him.

His eyes bulged as he felt it moving, coiling through him like a living parasite. His body shuddered in ecstasy and horror at once — because even as pain flared in his chest, pleasure radiated from every nerve ending. His hardness throbbed uncontrollably; he was still hard, still driven by lust… even as something unholy invaded him.

Then—

He tried to pull back but couldn't.

Her arms were iron, her lips sealed to his like a vice. The tendril had fully entered him now, slithering down his esophagus and into his stomach.

A sharp pain flared inside, followed by a wave of euphoria so intense it made him whimper.

And then… silence.

Hiro stood frozen in place, eyes wide but unfocused. His hands dropped from Hilda's body, hanging limply at his sides. His chest rose and fell with slow, even breaths — but something about them felt wrong. Mechanical.

Hilda finally pulled back with a soft pop, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand.

"Brain bug in."

For a moment, the only sound in the clearing was her shallow breathing. Hilda adjusted her dress. With her dress looking perfectly proper once again, she looked like a perfectly proper woman.

A maid.

This was her personality, one moment she was a cool untouchable women who didn't mind human's much and then as if a switched had flipped, she would turn into a low value women that one would find at a bar who took her victims home and then ate them.

To be honest, she preferred her former personality better than her latter.

With her attire now restored to its former pristine state, Hilda turned to look at Hiro—no, at the thing that had once been Hiro.

His eyes were blank, glassy. His mouth hung slightly open, drool collecting at the corners. A faint pulsing could be seen beneath the skin of his neck where the tendril had burrowed in. It throbbed in slow rhythm with something deeper inside him.

"Respond," Hilda commanded coldly.

Hiro's head snapped toward her with unnatural speed, like a puppet on strings.

"Yes… Master," he said, but his voice was wrong. Layered beneath it was another sound: wet and gurgling, like two serpents whispering through mud.

Satisfied, Hilda took a step back and surveyed the battlefield.

The slaughter was complete. Bodies lay scattered across the earth, twisted limbs jutting at unnatural angles, heads split open like melons dropped from height. The Blood Knights stood motionless amidst the carnage, waiting for orders.

Dark approached calmly from behind them.

"You've implanted it?" he asked tonelessly.

"Yes," said Hilda without emotion "He is no longer human."

"Great, you can interrogate him about the other member of the Angels of Hell, then, feast yourself using him."

After a few minutes had passed, there were no longer any survivors. The place was one which reeked of a foul stench.

No, one man still survived. He worked his tongue as he squatted near Dark's feet, licking his leather shoes clean of the brain matter which had spattered them after he had playfully crushed a bandit's skull underfoot.

Dark looked on his now-cleaned shoes in satisfaction.

"Well done. Then, in accordance with our agreement, I shall not take your life."

The man, his frightened features scrunched up into a ball, looked up at Dark with a grateful expression on his face and kowtowed repeatedly to him in thanks. Dark looked lovingly upon this puppy-like man, and then snapped his fingers.

"Drain him."

Once the two Blood Knights came to his side, the man finally understood what those words meant.

"The undead are technically still alive, so I was not lying to you."

The Blood knights eagerly bit into him, looked, as he looked out of the corner of his eye at the man as his life-force was drained away from him. He turned to Hilda — who was rearranging her dress — and said:

"Oh, is it over?"

"Yes, I was quite satisfied. I am profoundly grateful to you for this."

"No need to stand on ceremony. We're all servants of the Angels of hell, after all. Speaking of which, did that human have fun?"

"He is currently enjoying himself. Would you like to see?"

"Hm? May I? Then, let me have a quick look."

Hilda led Dark to behind the car where she was conducting had conducted her interrogation and was now taking her time to destroy this man who had touched her body piece-by-piece.

The corpse that had once been Hiro was now reduced to little more than a pile of meat being picked clean. Insects swarmed over it like ants on honey, feasting eagerly at the flesh. Some had even burrowed under the remaining skin, searching for the rest of the meat. The sound of wriggling worms crawling through the remains of Hiro filled the air.

Blood caked the ground, coating the insects in sticky red. There was a sickly sweet stench in the air, like rotting meat. The ground around Hiro was stained with blood and other bodily fluids. The insects scuttled along the pool of gore, their mandibles working eagerly.

"Amazing, to think I'd see such handiwory from you."

Just then, Dark noticed something — twitching of the hands, the sounds of soft breathable

Hiro was still alive.

The twitching of his fingers was weak — faint, like the last flutter of a dying bird's wings. Yet it was unmistakable.

Hiro lived.

Even now, buried beneath writhing insects and violated by the parasites within him, his heart still beat. His lungs drew in ragged breaths through a mouth half-full of crawling things.

"They will not leave even a bone behind, he'll die soon enough."

"As you say. So, what did you discover?"

"These guys are goons working for the Black Snakes, a gang in Neo-tokyo."

"What about the other members of the Angels of Hell."

"I've looked through all his memories and found one mention, After killing us, they would've went to Neo-Tokyo to extract debt from Lord Taro's grandson."

"Do we have the address?"

"Yeah, of course we do. I got quite a few, there's one for the base of these bandits, and then the one for the HQ of the Black Snakes and the address of Lord Taro, presumably, if not then it belongs to his grandson."

"That's good to hear. Well, let's move for now, we can invade them afterwards and look for any interesting people. I'll go fix the car, you can control Lord Lucifer and tell him this amazing news."

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