我的兔子好软水好多

A Few minutes earlier.

"VENRI!"

He turned back to look at her, only to see her smiling faintly at him.

"Alexander... Keha..." Blood oozed from her lips, yet she gave him a beautiful smile as Eien began to tremble from his anger, his body wrapping around her as the spears slowly faded, allowing her blood to pour from the wounds.

Meanwhile, the demoness on the throne watched the futile efforts of the creatures before her; she didn\'t wish to come to this god-forsaken place; her life was for glorious battle, to destroy those white-winged bird people, crush them and devour their hearts as they wallow in despair.

Yet, she found something where even rats wouldn\'t shit.

Something that made her heart move, her desire to fight and kill suppressed. Instead, she wanted to fight him endlessly until the end of time, watching as he constantly grew each time he killed one of her useless subordinates.

"Who is the daemon? I cannot tell...?" Her distorted but pretty voice sounded.

\'Let\'s have some fun.\'

The female demoness watched the man falling from the sky, his eyes filled with hate and desire to kill, as if he wanted to destroy everything in his path.

She licked her lips, her fingers trembling in excitement, her two tongues peeking out as she tasted the scent of blood and flesh, her body twitching with lust.

\'Is that an elf?\'

She had seen many beings during her reign, from beastmen to humans to elves, but none quite like him, his aura and presence so strong, it threatened to consume her entire being, such that her body shuddered.

\'He will one day surpass me; his eyes seek to devour me... Ah..... what is this strange feeling... different from mere bloodlust...\'

\'I must kill him; that will stop this irritating feeling...\'

Her body was about to move before she frowned, noticing that he wasn\'t looking at her but the ones behind him.

\'What are they to him? They\'re nothing but weaklings... ah~ this feeling...so irritating... look at me, not those weak little ants!\' Why does he care?

She watched the small female next to him, her eyes changing as her body twitched, before she laughed, her laugh so loud as her hand lifted, creating a black spear, almost mimicking Alexander, as it multiplied into the thousands, her black throne almost vibrating from their power.

\'You cannot look at the ants, fight, grow stronger and please me or die!\'

"Fools, your pathetic lives do not deserve to touch my hands!"

Her laughter resounded throughout the desert as she shot her hands into the skies, the spears raining down on Alexander, Katrin and Venri.

"!"

Venri\'s eyes widened as she pushed Listrea back, the spears piercing her stomach and heart, her blood flying everywhere as she fell to the ground, her eyes closing as her body was thrown several metres away.

The black spears devastated the Vesta and the demons as the red demoness on the throne sent wave after wave of attacks in a continuous rage.

Alexander\'s eyes widened as he rushed forward, his body bleeding from numerous wounds as he moved past Venri\'s body, his eyes wide as he tried to reach her when another spear pierced his thigh, causing him to cry in pain.

"It\'s not enough!"

He tore through the spear, twisting and breaking his muscles as he rushed to her side, lifting her body in his arms. 

"Venri!"

"Ugh..." blood oozed from her mouth as she looked at him with soft eyes, no sense of fear, loss or terror, only affection.

\'Don\'t die...\'

Alexander tried to make her eat his flesh, pushing his bloody wrist to the mouth, but the meat and blood bubbled as she coughed, vomited and showed a pained look.

"Venri, you must swallow... You will die..."

Her gentle eyes began to shed tears as her arm slowly moved, trembling as she struggled to lift it, Venri\'s body now without power, as her bloody fingertips stroked his cheeks, her eyes filled with endearment.

"...g....go..." She ushered him on, even though it was too late for her. 

There was no stomach or organs to hold the swallowed meat; all of them were pulverised and torn apart by the black spears that ate away at her body.

\'Old man... please... how can I save them...\'

Silence.

Alexander looked back; the demons were now amassing once again; after the woman stood, they became more orderly, no longer attacking at random. 

Instead, they were organised and attacked his Vesta with several demons, all coordinating attacks to tear them apart, as he watched Katrin fighting desperately.

As he looked away, Venri\'s eyes slowly closed; her body turned limp in his arms as a gentle blue light slipped from her chest, a strange whisp like those blood faires that continued dancing around his body.

Slowly, it began to turn red, like blood, as the whisp danced around his body, refusing to leave, as Eien\'s black blade began to glow, a gentle and warming light as the whisp entered the blade without Alexander\'s notice.

In fact.

This happened with all the fallen Vesta as if some gentle hand was guiding them into the sword, a soothing blue light like the ocean wrapping around each one, ensuring they didn\'t break or crumble.

"Venri..." His voice was flat, hoarse and without emotion, as his eyes fiercely alternated between red and green.

Bang!

Before he could utter another word, his body vanished, and something hit him as he slammed against the golden barrier designed to protect them.

His body felt heavy, like lead, as his head turned towards the throne, where the female demon now descended, as she walked towards him.

The magic particles faded from his half-charred body before dropping to the ground with a loud bang as one barrier was destroyed.

For a moment, his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.

A strange, static memory began to play in his mind. A beautiful woman, her eyes strange and always watching him. 

"Fufu~ darling, wouldn\'t it be amazing to create the first undying existence in the universe?"

"Eh... sure, I guess." The voice sounded like him... but he couldn\'t see who spoke... or rather the voice came from his mouth.

"Even gods die from old age, after all, ~ hehe!"

The images were strange, like fragmented and distorted scenes, making him see countless years, maybe even decades, every time a new scene started.

Finally, he saw a man... inside a black tomb, with a glass mirror...

A large number of women with white wings appeared... The crazy woman, too, had wings... but she had more... they began to fight, and he could only watch through the mirror as he was sucked inside when the fighting started.

The woman lost... she dragged her bloody body and leaned over the top of the tomb\'s sarcophagus, those crazed eyes peering at him with a strange sense of emotion, an insane, warped love.

"I\'ll be waiting~ my cute little Gula; when you wake up, you will be a baby again, fufu~ call me mommy next time. Fufu!"

His mind became dazed, the images once again like a video being skipped forward or sped up rapidly, as the place his tomb was built slowly began to look familiar...

The woman that beat the crazy woman sat in the cave for years, unable to attack the coffin as it reflected her attacks... then finally, the world was utterly familiar...

It was his planet... 

His hometown... 

The woman waiting beside him... 

His mother.