bookcurios Chapter 237 Sweet Death - S01E07
Chapter 237 Sweet Death - S01E07
Throughout your time with Alastor, you've always known that Alastor is the kind of demon who finds it very difficult to succumb to fear—
Of course, this idea comes entirely from your knowledge of his somewhat arrogant and wicked personality.
...In most cases, the broadcast demon doesn't even have the emotion of "fear".
The source of fear is the fear that others will dislike him or that his life will be in danger; but given Alastor's personality and behavior, what kind of things will he encounter?
Do people dislike him? Are they a threat to him? Or are they gossiping about him behind his back?
Putting aside whether he cares about people gossiping behind his back, you'd think seeing him cut out the tongues of those who spread rumors and keep them as collectibles would be more in line with his personality than whether he cares.
People who hate him? In this world, there are only people Alastor likes and people he dislikes.
But he knew exactly where his comfort zone was and how to please people. As for those he didn't like... food on the plate or screams on the radio were their only purpose.
Is he a threat? Alastor's intelligence wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.
Just like liking or disliking, in this world, apart from the person he actively provoked who possesses his soul, there are only people who are friendly with him and people who dislike him but he doesn't care. And his wisdom is probably enough for him to deal with those who pose a threat to him.
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And what about you?
Even though you've given him a life-or-death threat, the expression on his face at this moment seems less like fear and more like a kind of intoxication with power and the madness of being in a gamble.
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You'll never forget Alastor's face.
The devil's body was so thin that it seemed as if it could be broken at the slightest touch.
Because of anger, your body temperature is much higher than his at this moment; this makes Alastor look like a weak, withered tree swaying precariously in the cold wind.
The broadcast demon is by no means a weak or feeble demon; the “vulnerability” and “invulnerability” it occasionally displays in front of you are entirely based on your unreasonable strength, and are illusions tailored for you by your brain to deceive yourself.
Alastor is a ferocious and cunning wild deer in the dead of winter, willing to do anything crazy in order to live freely and find simple joy.
Your long hair no longer burned, but fell to the ground strand by strand, like a shallow, dark pool.
The devil under your command is currently looking at you with narrowed eyes.
Because you originally intended to kill him, but you hesitated and couldn't believe it, which is why you didn't snap his neck immediately.
Although he clearly looked like he was about to suffocate, a kind of self-absorbed and morbid ecstasy was clearly visible on his face.
Ambiguous, alluring, and sticky.
Your fragile and easily broken Alastor.
Given Alastor's personality, his first reaction would likely be anger, after all, he was usually the one who used absolute power to suppress those around him—
But his stiff body seemed to crave the pleasure of facing death head-on.
You stare at him expressionlessly, like you're looking at prey on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at your mercy.
You increase the pressure on your subordinate, causing him to cough incessantly like a terminally ill patient—you hear his labored breathing and see his chest heaving violently, like a fish stranded and desperately trying to move its gills.
The old gentleman's bow tie and one-way mirror were completely crooked, giving him a slovenly and pitiful appearance.
The devil's gorgeous red hair spread across the dirty ground, with a few strands of scarlet hair scattered on his forehead; he tucked his ears behind his ear, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, just as they had always been, with a strong sense of provocation and determination.
A satisfied laugh escaped from his throat, which you were gripping tightly, and from the microphone cane...
Your eyes widened.
A sense of depravity and unhealthy desires unique to demons surges straight to your head at this moment.
When you suddenly realize that the broadcasting demon has taken possession of you, a strange and disgusting sensation bites into your heart.
Perhaps because you can't understand this strange and morbid expression, an awkward heat creeps onto your cheeks at an inopportune moment.
"..."
You guess the broadcast demon has no idea what kind of expression he's wearing right now, which is why you find Alastor somewhat terrifying, because you've never seen him show such an expression before.
He was enjoying the thrill of being on the brink of death and the strategic maneuvering of surviving against an absolute powerhouse.
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It's unbelievable! Even though it was a matter of life and death, he still acted like he always has!
Or perhaps he simply doesn't believe you would kill him like that?
The dragon girl's golden eyes reflected the devil's face.
Her lower eyelids curved upwards unnaturally, carrying with them some indescribable emotion.
But under the long, silent oppression and gaze, looking at your subordinate Alastor, somehow, the feeling of disgust in your heart suddenly outweighs your anger.
Because from the very beginning you couldn't understand Alastor's emotional makeup, nor did you understand why he would offend and betray you in this way.
What is he thinking?
You grip the soul chains tightly, watching Alastor's smiling face twist in pain, feeling his body tremble slightly with agony.
But he didn't say a word—as if he felt it was polite and dignified to utter words under such circumstances, so he just looked at you simply.
The wild deer's meaningful gaze pierced through countless invisible jungles, shattering and collapsing the dragon girl's scorched heart.
He knew perfectly well that Shirley was practically your last line of defense.
He knew perfectly well.
he……
Even so, he still chose to trample on the boundaries you drew, and even showed you such a provocative look.
...You think you're practically friends with Alastor already?!
The dragon girl's eyes widened slightly, and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.
Her knuckles turned white from gripping the chain so tightly; the once indestructible chain creaked and groaned under her forceful pull.
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You can imagine that Alastor is probably realizing this by now.
His actions have made you the most ridiculous clown in the world.
Is he laughing because of this?
Because you let your guard down, because he successfully made a deal with the person you value most?
Just a few days ago you were sincerely inviting him to be your partner, so why is he so openly making a deal with Shirley today?
why?
why?
why? ? ?
What are you to a guy like Alastor?