"Monster! How many people did you eat to become this strong?" A small Cero had blasted his body to dust, leaving only his head intact. As he watched the man plant a foot on his head, fear spread across Aono Kōji's face.
We're both demons, so why is there such a huge gap in our strength?!
The vicious, brutal aura radiating from Fujiwara Makoto robbed him of even the thought of resisting. It was the oppression of a superior species-as though even a kitten could overpower and toy with a fully grown mouse, while the mouse could only tremble before its natural predator, without the courage to fight back.
Fujiwara Makoto stretched, his bones and joints crackling. His entire body felt reborn. He looked down at Aono Kōji, whom he had beaten until nothing remained but a head. Someone he had once been forced to look up to now lay beneath his foot like a dead dog, utterly powerless to resist.
Pathetic. He couldn't even take a single attack from me!
Apparently, this guy used to be one of the Twelve Kizuki. Who knew he was this weak? To think I used to belong to the same species as an insect like him. How embarrassing.
"A demon? I stopped being one of those worthless creatures long ago. I'm a Hollow!"
Fujiwara Makoto bent slightly and picked up Aono Kōji's head. Meeting his eyes, he gave a chilling smile. "Do you want power as great as mine?"
That cold, vicious stare made his scalp crawl. Aono Kōji, still nothing more than a head, swallowed silently and asked in a frightened whisper, "Can I really get the same power as you?"
He had once served a certain lord as a Lower Rank Moon. Although he had been expelled from the Twelve Kizuki