The Duke's Passion

841 Stick to his original plan -- steal.

Samael's book of adventures was something Samael considered a memento. The reason, even when the Duke's mansion was burned down before his long slumber, he rewrote it and kept them. He didn't bring a lot of things to the mainland, but those books were with him. They were that precious. After all, those books held knowledge and information about how vast this mysterious world was. There were many things to learn and many interesting creatures who had wisdom that no one else had. Those books were very close to his heart. It was a book to open someone's mind that there were many things to learn in this world.

To think that someone dared touch the stories he had written, twisting those stories in their wicked plans, giving a bad image to those things like the Kraken, and impersonating a plague that killed many good souls was an utter mockery. Those things weren't something to make light of. Not the life of the dead, and those living. SPLASH!

Blood splashed on Samael's face, eyes burning in anger he had never borne since the beginning. The anger that had piled up since the start of this nightmare was something Samael couldn't hide anymore. "I've seen enough of this mockery," came out his shaking voice, sprawling his arm to grab the back of Tristan's collar, not allowing his body to fall to the ground. Samael didn't hesitate to thrust his sword from Tristan's spine through his chest. "How dare you use my words to create something so vile?" One stab wasn't enough to quench the anger swelling up in Samael's chest. He pulled his sword out, only to stab the headless body again. As if that wasn't enough, he threw Tristan's body in the air, chopping it into many pieces midair, until it was raining blood. Yet, Tristan's body would still jolt and move on its own as if his body was still conscious. The head that rolled on the ground in one clean cut was lying on its side, watching Samael lose his mind and chop his body off. He didn't blink, but the life in his eyes was still apparent. He was still alive. Zero was still alive even when Tristan's head was severed. He watched pieces of flesh land on the ground with a soft sound, seeing Samael pant until fog formed before his gaping mouth. Samael then slowly shifted his glowing, menacing eyes in the head's direction. "I knew it," muttered Samael, marching in the head's direction. He picked up Tristan's severed head by grabbing his hair until they were staring eye to eye. "Quentin, when I say enough with playing games, I meant enough playing games. I feel sorry for your bastard for having false hope that his father was capable of love." NewW novels updates at wuxiahere.comael stared at him and his gaze gradually turned icy. He was aware Lilou left the scene to search for Zero's original body when she realized Zero was just hopping from one body to another. However, Samael knew his wife more than anyone. Considering the mayhem in this land, Samael was certain Lilou would rearrange her priorities. After all, Samael had already realized that the undeads were abnormal. He kept quiet about it, not because he didn't want to speak with uncertainty, but because he was selfish. Samael didn't have the same compassion as his wife and thus, he didn't care if the undeads were simply victims of Zero's wicked plans. His priority was to uproot the origins of his problem. His wife was the opposite, giving balance to their marriage. In other words, he was a hundred percent certain that Lilou would choose to save the undead once she realized they were nothing but victims. Maybe, pass the task to another on the way. There were many possibilities and changes that could've happened while Samael was stuck in the Colosseum. Therefore, he convinced himself to stick to the plan. "Samael, Samael, you will get exhausted but —"

Tristan couldn't finish his sentence when Samael suddenly poked his eye with the tip of his Catharsis. His other eye dilated, staring at the unfazed expression plastered on Samael. "I know that even if you die in this body, you can simply shift to another. You remind me of my brother's ability... that is slightly different." Samael maintained his cold countenance. "What's interesting is that, after seeing you move from one body to another, I noticed that the only time you can do so is when you're dead."

The corner of Samael's lips stretched until his fangs were showing. The face of Tristan's one eye mirrored looked more or less like a devil, making Tristan's one pupil dilate in horror. "I thought at first I planned to keep you alive and allow you to get stuck in this head. But I should stick to my original plan." A glint flickered across Samael's burning eyes, twisting his sword and scooping Tristan's eyeball. "Do you know what it is?"

Samael successfully scooped out Tristan's eyes, guiding the tip of his sword to his lips. "That is to stick to what I do best — steal." The moment those words rolled out of Samael's tongue, he opened his mouth and ate Tristan's eyeball. His face contorted in disgust, chewing Tristan's eyeball and swallowing every juice it had. Seeing this, Tristan was in utter disbelief, but his disbelief was soon replaced with confusion as Samael's eyes turned blank and white as if he had passed out, standing, whilst holding the severed head in place.