"Fuck this! These rich bastards have it too damn good! They lived better than ordinary people, and even after death they get to become greater devils and enslave everyone else. Why the fuck should they!?"
With the danger on the upper level temporarily cleared, Uha unfastened the chain from his Great Axe and chopped off the head of the bloated devil, which had fallen asleep under the effects of [Hypnotic Pattern].
The pain woke the devil and made it howl. The chains on its belly caught its rolling head, attempting to reattach it to its neck.
"[Withering Spell]."
A pitch-black ray poured from Kandelian's palm, washing over its swollen, bald forehead. Its plump cheeks immediately shriveled inward as though drained of moisture.
Uha crushed its withered head underfoot. Blood splashed across his trouser leg, but quickly dried and turned to ash, vanishing along with the bloated body.
"The higher someone's position, the easier it is for them to squander their resources corrupting others. The more they corrupt and sacrifice, the higher their souls' standing after death. It's a simple principle."
Kandelian looked at the suffering, bewildered lemures.
"And those who had nothing to begin with have no path after death but slavery."
"Wonder what kind of devil I'll become when I die—wait, stop. Leave these harmless souls alone."
Uha waved to the guards beside him, stopping them from driving their swords into the chests of the wailing lemures.
He did not deny that he, too, had been corrupted. Shielding Monka's departure from Wind Sand Islet alone was enough to condemn him to Hell—no deity would take a soul like his into Heaven. So he did not believe these dead lemures bore any original sin.
Perhaps they had simply never had the right to choose.
Damon's corruption was like holding a