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Jason Beria sprang out of his chair, his scalp tingling and cold sweat soaking the clothes on his back.
As a Desire Apostle, he had nearly wavered first because of his own barely concealed fear-among the widely circulated information about the Devil Pathway in the Beyonder world, one fairly common belief held that, from Coldblooded onward, all emotions of Beyonders of the Devil Pathway would gradually disappear. They would feel neither fear nor panic, and only plundering and slaughtering life could bring them a little meager pleasure.
That was, of course, correct, but there was one exception.
The Devil of Fear, the Abyss Angel-Edward Vaughan!
His very existence was fear. Not only could he easily detonate fear in living creatures, but even devils considered "coldblooded and heartless" could not perfectly control their emotions before him!
Apparently, the organizations and churches on the human side actually believed he had once been human. How utterly ridiculous. The very essence of such an extremely terrifying existence was worlds apart from humanity. How could he possibly have developed from something as weak and useless as a human?
One glance, merely that casual, passing glance, had caused his Desire Avatar to disintegrate in fear.
Fortunately, he had not seen him!
"Praise, praise the great Mother Tree. Phew. You are, you are the Father of Devils..."
Jason Beria finally managed to untangle his tongue. Dragging his weak legs, he stood up and sat down in another chair.
He slowly recited the honorific name and slowly calmed down, finally gaining complete control over the fear churning within him.
The spacious living room was empty, with no fire in the fireplace, no light, no breathing or footsteps. This house, purchased under a false identity, had already been secretly emptied. Everything of value had been sold, and everything