In the brief moment of rune activation, all the women felt the effects, and the pretense of being under control dropped. It lasted only a second until they lost their autonomy, but it was enough for Anfi to sense something wrong.
"Hm?" He looked at the three women he had chosen with doubt in his eyes. "They... seem to be different..."
Then, another man spoke lightly. "They don’t have beastly bloodlines and have some cultivation, very different from those human beasts that..." He stopped, feeling Anfi’s penetrating gaze, almost letting slip something he shouldn’t.
The elder, who was Anfi’s grandfather, didn’t imagine that his grandson had the ability to hide something from his senses. They covertly kidnapped some female beasts in human form and took them to the underground. Of course, for this to work, the elder couldn’t suspect or focus entirely on them, but so far, everything was going well.
Anfi cleared his throat and said, "I understand. They seemed to still have some autonomy, unlike the others. Well, that’s even better." He smiled sinisterly, and everyone understood gleefully.
Anfi made a gesture, and a rune on a woman’s forehead glowed. Immediately, her eyes changed, and a subtle terror ignited. "Great, with a little adjustment, I can loosen the control. This will be a heavenly night; playing with those beasts who don’t react or fear ruins all the excitement. The screams of tears are always more thrilling."
Everyone chuckled darkly and grabbed the others by the arm, choosing two each. Then, they walked quickly out of the town, as if they could barely wait for the fun.
Already outside, Anfi waved, and the runes on the foreheads of the fifteen women glowed faintly. He then spoke, "All of you, run away separately wherever you want. Everyone else besides you is a demon; run and fight hard not to get caught."
His words entered them, and immediately, their empty eyes focused. Soon, all their faces contorted in front of the men who were laughing lasciviously. Anfi’s orders were absolute. In their minds, there were no more human men; even the other women around became the most grotesque demons their minds could imagine. So, they all turned and ran in extreme desperation, each in a different direction.
They waited calmly until a man asked, "Leader, can’t they run too far if we don’t catch them in time?"
Anfi replied curtly, "I just eased up on the control from my grandfather and put in my orders. My QI is in them, and I know exactly where each one is; there’s no such risk." He said, waiting a few minutes calmly.
"I released a bit of their wills; they’ll run as if they’re really fighting to survive. From experience, capture your two choices first; choose the ugliest one and make the other watch you do the job in the roughest and most violent way. The desperation of the second will make everything much sweeter later. We have the whole night to play, but don’t kill them. Go!" Anfi spoke and ran in joy. Everyone else followed, each in a direction, and all seemed to overflow with excitement with lecherous faces.
The night shrouded the fugitives in a cloak of darkness, and the frantic race continued. They were already far from the village and the sea. But the images of them surrounded by various grotesque, sinister, and hungry demons remained etched in their minds, whispering unspeakable horrors.
Their minds were clouded, obscured by an indescribable terror. Names, origins, thoughts... everything was lost in the maelstrom of fear. A short-statured woman with long tied black hair chose to venture west toward the desert, a decision she herself didn’t fully understand.
Taking cover behind a small mound, the short woman’s breath oscillated between exhaustion and fear. Silence reigned for a brief moment until a sharp scream, like thunder tearing the sky, ripped through the air around her. It was the desperate scream of another woman. The short woman, perplexed, found herself paralyzed, unable to comprehend where another victim of the demons had emerged. On impulse, she ran away, distancing herself from the haunting echo of the unfolding tragedy in the shadows.
Desperation drove the woman to run through the darkness until a sinister movement was heard behind her. The uneven ground betrayed her, and she stumbled, plunging into a disorderly fall. A sinister laugh, echoing like a lament from the underworld, filled her ears, announcing the threatening presence.
Turning to flee, a dark hand attempted to grasp her arm, but sharp instincts allowed her to sidestep without even seeing the demon’s movement. Surprise etched on the creature’s face, but in the next second, the air was sliced, and the demon only saw the woman spin and a violent kick connect with his face.
Pain and the taste of blood made him take a step to the side, unbalancing himself. Then, he saw the woman retreating. His face contorted, and an explosive power emanated from his body. However, in a matter of seconds, a violet force enveloped his being like a silent poison; in his meridians, he felt his QI circulating heavily. His sinister gaze tensed, but a more satisfied laugh burst out.
The demon waved, and the rune on the woman’s forehead lit up, causing her to fall paralyzed to the ground, helpless. The demon approached, step by step, while the woman listened, tormented, to the steps echoing in her extreme fear. Finally, he arrived with his claws, and the demon violently turned her around, brutally tearing her clothes and plunging her into terrible agony.
Under the moon’s silvery light, the woman’s exposed body was at the mercy of the shadowy creature, and she couldn’t move a muscle. A sinister laugh echoed from the creature, and she saw her life hanging by a thread. But as the dark claws descended upon her, she felt her two mounds being squeezed with extreme violence; then, her body was pressed brutally to the ground.
The woman’s eyes widened. She was not only going to die but be humiliated. Her consciousness was an existential void as if her entire identity had been taken from her. But even in that state, her will built amid the pain. In the depths of her being, something recently carved seemed to light up. It was the image of a round, golden being that seemed to want to embrace the world with its divinity; and before it, something that was already inside her surfaced. It was a fierce spirit that refused to bow again. Then, in her blood, some black drops seemed to vibrate and spread to all corners.
The demon observed with malice, reveling in her contorted face. He felt the softness in his hands calmly, then a fire burned below his waist, and he forcefully spread her legs. But suddenly, his body froze. His eyes turned slowly to the woman, and terror awakened from the deepest place of his soul.
That delicate and beautiful figure no longer existed. Her eyes turned completely black like ink, and her once-white skin turned gray, emanating a sinister, deathly glow. And the air around her seemed to freeze and started to distort. If it weren’t for the two mounds still exposed in front of him, he would refuse to believe it was a woman.
Then, suddenly, a deadly Yin power erupted from her, throwing the demon away and causing him to crash violently into a nearby mound. He spat a lot of blood, and his organs writhed. But his ears nearly burst, and his eyes widened.
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
The woman leaped with a bloodthirsty howl, like a ruthless beast from hell. And a punch exploded on the demon’s chest, making the mound on his back cave in.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
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The woman’s exposed skin and body glowed intensely as her fists fell violently on the demon. Frantic punches of extreme violence made the creature writh in agony, and his whole body began to explode in blood and pain.
In desperation, he erupted with all his Qi. But, to his terror, he saw among his wounds a subtle violet power and felt his meridians sealed by an unknown force. Despite being in a realm above the woman, his Qi was completely sealed. Then, the fear of death and infinite pain covered his world.
DEMON!!!
Ironically, in the midst of despair, the demon-shaped being shouted that. But the woman seemed to attack even more violently; soon, the rocky mound exploded, and he fell to the ground covered in blood. But the tyrant in the form of a woman jumped and straddled his waist, continuing to punch him; all the bones in his face fractured, and his blood sprayed in all directions, covering her.
The female demon’s mind was a violent and irrational frenzy; nothing could stop her, and only killing permeated her mind. Then, a sudden gust of wind exploded, forcefully separating them several meters apart. The woman grunted in extreme fury, getting up, and when she looked around, she saw the demon still lying and bloodied. But to her right, another dark, giant figure emerged... and round! He looked at her coldly; it was another demon!
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
She screamed, and her throat seemed to crack, not caring about anything else. Her entire previously empty existence was completely filled with the desire for blood. Then she advanced, and the round demon’s face contorted. From all directions, almost simultaneously, male screams of extreme terror and twisted roars of extreme violence reverberated. A Pandemonium was ongoing!