Demons? Demons

Or grew more alarmed the longer he looked at the kid before him. His instincts told him this kid was troublesome; if he was careless, he might even suffer a setback.

If he had encountered an opponent like this before, he would have grabbed his brother and run. But when he thought of his brother's mohawk, he did not want to flee just like that. As a villain, his brother was one of the few bonds he had left.

He had nothing to excuse himself for. Bad was bad, and his bloodlust was a fact. He had a tragic childhood like some protagonist, but he did not want to be a protagonist.

A violent gale swept in!

Or teleported away, then raised a hand and locked down the space around Qian Guang. This was one of his usual methods: compressing and folding space. It had to be said, it was quite effective against small fry.

But against a mage with some skill, this method was not much to look at.

Qian Guang could clearly feel the magic power in the space around him stagnating, but instead of retreating, he advanced, preparing to rush in for close combat.

Or had no intention of acting brainlessly. What a joke—the little fists thrown by that kid even tore through the air. He was not a shorty like Makarov, who turned into a giant whenever someone disagreed with him. He was genuinely just an ordinary short man.

Qian Guang kept closing in, hurling wind magic and plant magic at him without pause. Unfortunately, Or's teleportation seemed to have no cooldown at all; not a single attack landed.

Qian Guang's expression darkened. He could not catch him, and because he was being too aggressive, he took a few punches to the back from time to time.

The Sharingan tracked Or's teleportation. It had to be said, in a certain sense, this guy was a genius too. Qian Guang had seen the magic circuits of space magic. They were complicated—more complicated than every spell he had mastered. He needed to watch a little longer before he could imitate them.

But Qian Guang had studied enough already. He had even figured out the range and cooldown of Or's space magic.

Each of Or's teleports covered roughly seven meters, with a cooldown of 0.5 seconds. He had nearly managed to attack him just now. He should be able to use teleportation too.

Or felt a chill run down his back. He felt as if something important had slipped away from him. Why did this feel so much like when the village bully stole the girl he loved right in front of him when he was young? The problem was, the girl had been especially willing!

A small black sphere condensed in Or's hand. "Realm Severance!"

He threw out the black sphere.

Warnings blared wildly in Qian Guang's mind! Using the space magic he had just learned, he blinked into the air. But he was not proficient enough, and the distance was too short, so he spread his Wind Wings and fled from the dangerous little sphere.

The moment the black sphere touched the ground, it began to expand. A silent semicircular crater with a radius of two meters appeared in the earth.

Looking at the crater, Qian Guang raised his assessment of space magic's destructive power by another level. Its mobility was not the only thing impressive—its damage was absurd too.

It was not that he could not make a crater like this, but there was no way he could leave edges so smooth. One look told him that anything touched by it would simply vanish.

!!!

Compared to Qian Guang's surprise, Or once again experienced the feeling of his beloved girl leaving him!

Could someone explain this to him?!

How did this thing know space magic?! And it was obviously newly learned—his own space magic, at that!

Yang Qian and Or stared wide-eyed at each other. But the instant their gazes met, Or wanted to cry. He had successfully fallen into an illusion.

This young man! Bullying a helpless old man like him, and even resorting to schemes!

Black Heaven Guild Hall

Unlike Qian Guang's battle outside, the guild interior had already become a sea of blood!

Mirajane stood in the center, surrounded by the corpses of all kinds of magical beasts. Rogrand's shell had cracked in several places as well.

Mirajane felt an exhilaration she had never experienced before. Though more than half her magic power had been spent, Rogrand had stopped summoning magical beasts.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, this scene suits you perfectly, demon." Rogrand felt awful, but he still could not forget his strange verbal tic.

Nearly all the magical beasts under his control had died. Those small fry had been bitten to death by the indiscriminate beasts, but that kid was still standing! And the more she killed, the crazier she became!

Rogrand could barely tell who the villain was anymore. Anyone who saw this scene would think Mirajane was the bad guy—provided they did not look at her face.

"No more tricks? How boring. As expected, I still need Erza!" Demon Mira looked disappointedly at Rogrand, who was still hiding inside his shell. She had not had enough fun yet, but Mirajane was clearly nearing the point where demonic instinct would take control.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, beautiful lady, you are far too powerful. And this appearance is quite captivating. I have always wanted a demon for my collection." Rogrand looked at Mirajane's demonic form with longing and fanatical desire in his eyes.

"Tch! Disgusting."

Demon Mira could not stand his gaze. She was already feeling uncomfortable. Mirajane could feel herself losing control of her body more and more. After all, she had not fully mastered this form yet. A voice in her heart kept tempting her to dig out his eyes.

Mirajane slammed her tail against the shell, widening the cracks across it.

Cold sweat poured more heavily from Rogrand's forehead. He still had one last resort, but he could not control it. He did not even know what he would summon.

The last time he tried it, the aura had been terrifying, and his elder brother had forcibly shut it down.

Mirajane seemed very interested. Looking at Rogrand's pale, fat face, she felt like a cat toying with a mouse, her tail striking the shell again and again.

"How about we call it even? I'm just a merchant." Rogrand still did not want to use that thing. He could not control that creature.

"Oh, a merchant? I hate merchants." Mirajane smiled.

Seeing that the shell was about to break, Rogrand steeled himself. With a grim expression, he cut off his own arm with a knife and drew a magic array with his blood, using the arm as a sacrifice.

This summoning required a sacrifice. Of course, it did not have to be his own, but Rogrand did not dare go outside. Besides, using someone else as a sacrifice would consume more than ten times as much of his own power.

Demon Mirajane watched him with great interest and did not continue attacking. Normally, the safest method would have been to destroy the ritual and stop him. But it was already impressive enough that Mirajane had not lost her mind. Expect her to stop him? She wished he would offer a few more sacrifices.

A massive spatial rift appeared behind Rogrand. A bloody aura streamed out through the crack, followed by a huge claw.

The boredom on Demon Mirajane's face instantly turned into a flushed excitement. She sensed a power that shared the same origin as her own, and it was strong. She could not wait to tear this thing apart.

A blood-red creature resembling an alien stepped out, with two enormous scythes in place of hands!

"Screech!"

The alien ground its scythes together and howled at the sky. It had been awakened once more, and this was not the interrupted awakening from years ago. It had descended!

Rogrand looked at the creature he had summoned, but felt no joy at all. He discovered that the faint contract he had shared with it had been instantly erased. The pain in his head nearly made him scream.

Demon Mira was brimming with excitement! Oh, dear God, look what I found—a wild demon! It may be a little ugly, but it's a demon! The kind that sounds incredibly impressive.

Magic power gathered in Mirajane's hands. Smiling at the constantly roaring demon, she decided it was time to show this ugly thing what a real demon was.

Fairy Tail: Starting with Dual Kamui, by Qian Wei