Katcha—!
Katcha—!
Kai knew he should be embarrassed.
This was petty, and frankly nothing his sister had ever taught him—this kind of thing served no purpose beyond the raw satisfaction of returning pain for pain. His hatred should only be focused on the Demon Man.
But as the serrated whip sliced through the air again and the entity let out another shrill, pig-like squeal, a dark thrill surged through his veins. It was intoxicating. The entity that had once lashed him without mercy, punishing him for mass slaughter, and had forced him to pass out multiple times from a pain so excruciating, was now writhing at his feet.
And Kai was not embarrassed at all.
Anyone who hurts him would need to pay the price.
Even though this entity was only doing what it was created for, he was still furious.
Not only because of the pain he endured, but because the entity also took pleasure in his pain.
