As I stood before Akira, my curiosity got the better of me. "I asked Akira, how do you plan to utilize my powers? I'm eager to know how my abilities will be wielded by a human." Akira's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, his smile sending shivers down my spine.
"Can you kill anyone if I command you?" Akira asked, his voice low and menacing. I felt a thrill run through me as I replied, "As a devil, I can only manipulate minds, but I'm incapable of taking lives with my own hands." Akira's response, however, left me taken aback.
"I'm okay with that," he said, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "I have other ways to get the job done." I was shocked, my mind reeling with the implications. Humans were indeed unpredictable, and Akira's words sent a shiver down my spine.
A mischievous thought occurred to me. "It would be boring if I simply obeyed him. Why not create some hurdles in his path?" I thought to myself. I turned to Akira and said, "Come with me, I'll show you an intriguing aspect of humanity."
Akira's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with skepticism. "Wait, what? Where do you plan to take me?" I merely smiled and replied, "Just wait."
With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a star on the ground, and a burst of flames enveloped us. We teleported to a dimly lit pub, the air thick with the stench of debauchery. The scene before us was one of unbridled chaos – millionaires and socialites indulged in every conceivable vice, their inhibitions shed like worn clothing.
Akira's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "Where have you brought me?" he asked, his voice trembling.
I smiled, my eyes glinting with amusement. "These are my followers, Akira. They adore me, and I've done nothing to encourage their devotion. They're more devoted to me than to their creator."
Akira's anger boiled over, and he grasped my collar, his eyes blazing. "Why are you doing this to them? Why?" I chuckled, my voice low and husky.
"Can you see me whispering in their ears? I've been with you the entire time. They're already misled, Akira. They love me without my encouragement."
Akira's face contorted in rage. "Fix them now!" he shouted. I shrugged, a nonchalant smile spreading across my face.
"Very well, I'll try. But don't blame me if they refuse to listen." I grasped the collar of a drunken reveler and opened my third eye. "Return to normal," I commanded.
The man merely laughed, grabbed a bottle of wine, and smashed it into my head. I feigned injury, a trickle of fake blood oozing from my scalp.
Akira's eyes widened in disgust. "Look, Akira, I told you humans wouldn't change. They're already worse than me. I disobeyed God once, but they disobey Him daily. So, tell me, who's the worse sinner – them or me?"
Akira's chest heaved with exertion, his eyes flashing with anger. I whispered in his ear, my voice barely audible. "I've added a new rule, Akira. If you command me to kill someone, one minute will be deducted from your remaining ten years of life. Care to use it?"
Akira's response sent shivers down my spine. "Possess my body, I want to kill every single person here with my own hands."
I let out a whoop of excitement, my voice echoing through the crowd. "Oh, this is going to be fun!" I possessed Akira's body, and he transformed before my eyes. His eyes turned a fiery red, his clothes morphing into black leather. His dark hair billowed around him, surrounded by an aura of flames.
Akira's voice, now laced with my own, sent chills down my spine. "I'll kill them all. I'll slaughter them all. I'll create a new world, one forged by the Devil, but better than this one."
With a speed that belied human limitations, Akira struck, his blows deadly and precise. Five men fell to the ground, their heads severed from their bodies. I watched, awestruck, as Akira continued his rampage, his brutality unmatched.
As I beheld the carnage unfolding before me, I felt a jolt of astonishment course through my veins. The sheer brutality with which Akira slaughtered the humans, tearing them asunder with an ferocity that defied comprehension, left me breathless. It was as if he had unleashed a maelstrom of pent-up fury upon the world, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had been harboring this malevolent intent all along.
A creeping sense of unease began to insinuate itself into my mind, like a serpent slithering through the shadows. "Is he truly the innocent soul I thought him to be?" I asked myself, my inner voice laced with doubt. "Or has he been manipulating me all along, playing a cunning game of deception?" The more I pondered this question, the more I became convinced that Akira had indeed been pulling the strings, orchestrating events to suit his own sinister purposes.
And then, like a thunderclap on a stormy night, the realization hit me: Akira had manipulated me, the God of Sins, the master manipulator. He had outwitted the Devil himself, Lucifer. A shiver coursed down my spine as Akira's maniacal laughter echoed through the air, his eyes glinting with a malevolent light as he shouted, "Hey, Lucifer! Can you hear me? I told you this was going to be interesting! If you're the Devil, then I'm worse than you!"
I felt my grip on sanity begin to slip, my mind reeling with the implications of Akira's words. I laughed along with him, a cold, mirthless sound, as I realized that we were bound together by a shared desire to destroy humanity. But little did I know, I was wrong... terribly wrong. The darkness that lurked nefarious deeds.
No doubt it was a birth of if anti minded Devil....