Simon felt a certain sense of freedom and pride as he stood before four demons who were trembling in fear before him.
These demons had far more demonic energy than him. Their chaos flames were far more refined than his, but they were still weaker than him.
'Let's play a game.'
'Let's play a game.'
'Let's play a game.'
'Let's play a game.'
That voice. That damned voice of the pig kept on echoing inside his head, and flashes of the pig's laughter as he whipped him, as he broke his body flashed in his mind.
He could remember all the emotions he had back then, but right now, his blood boiled for a completely different emotion.
Anger
Rage
Fury
His blood boiled at the mere remembrance that it was a mere pig that tortured him and brought him so low.
It boiled at the sound of the pig's laughter.
It boiled at the sound of his plea and begging.
It boiled at the sheer disgrace and embarrassment it faced at the hands of a mere disgusting and twisted pig.
His blood was furious.
