Crushing the head of a demon that had tried to ambush him with one hand, Fujiwara Makoto tossed the bloody corpse to the ground. He swept a disdainful gaze over the demons eyeing him hungrily and demanded, "A pack of weak stray dogs. Who gave you the courage to hunt a lion?"
Ever since evolving into a Hollow, Fujiwara Makoto had noticed demons emerging from the shadows like sharks scenting blood, gathering behind him to hunt him down and devour him. Perhaps, after becoming an entirely new, higher species, the aura he unwittingly gave off held an irresistible allure for these lesser creatures.
Even after he demonstrated his overwhelming strength by killing more than a dozen demons that tried to attack him, those trailing him only shrank back for a while before continuing to gather and follow close behind.
Only when they had assembled in great numbers and believed they could hunt Fujiwara Makoto down did the demons begin to bare their fangs.
"It hurts! It hurts! That damned bastard crushed my head!" The headless corpse slowly climbed to its feet. Flesh grew from its neck, gradually regenerating a new head as it howled in pain and cursed.
"What a delicious morsel. If we eat him, we'll definitely become that lord's subordinates!" The demons around him whispered among themselves, hideous veins bulging across their faces as they watched Fujiwara Makoto with wary, greedy eyes.
They knew full well that Fujiwara Makoto radiated the oppressive presence of a creature above them on the food chain, along with an intense sense of danger. But as more of their companions gathered, their numbers grew into a force capable of wiping out a small town. Their confidence swelled to unprecedented heights, and their desire to devour him gradually eclipsed their fear.
They could smell