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Even when standing, he was still two heads taller than Lady Vinegar.

He wore a light grey Sleeveless jacket that revealed his bulging muscles.

His trousers were black with patch holes on different parts of them.

His entire dress code made him look like a mad man begging for a roof over his head.

But no one that looked at him thought so.

Besides, demons were never too keen on clothes.

He had a head of snakes just like his children.

The snakes on his head were thick and brown like his skin.

If they were not constantly moving on his body and shoulder, one would not easily notice them.

His face was not so handsome. In fact, it was rather plain, like any regular guy.

He also had three long vertical scars at the side of one cheek.

However, with a deep penetrating look in his eyes, a roughly brown beared face, he had a demeanor that spoke of the volumes of trials he had gone through to enjoy the position and power he now had.

This formed a concrete part of his Aura and presence.

A very alluring, irresistible factor to women of all ages.

It was rumored that him just standing in a room with the opposite sex could make any woman's legs betray her with liquid leakage to the ground.

He was such a Demon.

A man that had climbed and broken through the barrier set by his own bloodline, through the ranks of lesser demon, Deep level demon and now Great Demon, and soon on his way to become a greater demon.

If any was looking for inspiration for a song of praise, this Demon's life was it.

This was Momosa. The Great Demon of rank six, Governor of the Waterfall city and it's surrounding towns, father and murderer of his own kin.

In one hand, he had a red glowing orb and in the other, he had large red Bow.

Without saying a word, Butler Basket face walked to his side, and Momosa handed the bow to Basket face.

Basket face bowed respectfully as he collected it.

"Master." Basket face had a full blown smile on it.

Momosa stepped forward and patted Vinegar's head, "come and give your old man a hug."

His voice was still low, but it's base had the viscosity of life in it.

She immediately jumped up, and like a little girl, she jumped into his embrace.

Both of them laughed heartily as they embraced tightly.

This was a father and daughter moment.

"My dear beautiful daughter, father has a gift for you."

Momosa waved his hand and the red arrows in the bodies of his children slowly turned to red dust.

Like fireflies, they floated in the air and into the red orb in his hand.

Once inside the orb, the orb glowed even brighter, and the faces of grieving demon souls appeared in it.

One of them a faint resemblance to Danny.

"Look at this, my baby girl," he handed Lady Vinegar the Orb, "with the souls of your brothers now captured, I'll now be able to break into the Greater Demon realm and you will be able to become a Great demon yourself."

She took the orb from his hand, her fingers massaging it's glassy surface.

Even with the veil over her face, the Arena masters could still see her clear smile.

"Father is so loving of me, even setting up this entire plan just to show how much he cares!" She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

A kiss that made him feel elated. So elated that he receded his aura.

The demons in the arena could now breathe once more with easy.

Those that were close had heard Lady Vinegar's words clearly.

These were of course, Arena masters, and they had all heard what she said.

Some of them came from aristocratic backgrounds and those that bothered with education enough knew what that orb was.

That was the Soul Severing Orb.

It was the heart of a rank 4 Hell demon. This Hell demon fed on strictly souls, and was a very dangerous being.

This orb was it's heart.

It is said that using the right materials from the beasts body, one could also steal souls.

Subconsciously, their eyes moved to the bow in Butler Basket face's hand.

One look at it and they could tell what it was.

This bow was large and red, made from the ribs of the hell demon and it's string from its Heart vein.

Afterwards, it was washed with other rare hell ingredients to preserve it's power.

This bow did not need arrows. Rather, it used the Darkline magic of it's user.

Once the arrow made home in it's target's body, it immediately extracted their soul and life essence.

Yes, this entire thing was a plot.

A plot by the governor himself.

It was already a known fact that the Governor cultivated a kind of unknown mysterious technique.

 That was the only way he was able to break out of his bloodline confinement that limited him as a Lesser Demon, and advance all the way to the ranks of the peak Great Demons.

However, none would have guessed that for him to advance to the Greater Demon rank, he would need to harvest the souls of his own children.

The entire thing had been a trap.

He intentionally spread the rumor that he was infected by chaos magic, and was about to die.

This excited the competition for his position amongst his children.

Aside from his most beloved daughter, none of them had known.

Because he had a lot of children and they were scattered around like rice on the ground, he needed a method to get all of them in one place.

With the competition to become next governor and an extra reward being his daughter whose beauty was acknowledged as the most dazzling of the city regradless of all the alluring succubus, he knew that they would all come for her birthday celebration.

That same celebration, was a set up to get the Fallen Angel feathers.

With the Fallen Angel Feathers, the Souls of his kin, and the Heart of the Phoenix, he finally had the requirements he needed for an ancient spell that would let him break through to the Greater Demon realm.

Momosa was in a very good mood.

They was all of a sudden fireworks shooting up into the sky from behind the Arena.

He could not help but laugh heartily. He smiled at the Butler. 

He was sure that this was his handy work.

However, Momosa suddenly noticed something as he stared forward, "where is the Pheonix heart!?"

This question had popped up from his mouth as soon as he thought about it.

It was at this moment that all eyes turned to the table the heart had formerly rested, and then to Lenny's former position. 

He was gone.