p.s. changed it a few more times today, and it was sent a little late, so please forgive me~

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Angel sat on the cold floor.

Beneath her feet was a crutch that she had dismantled—if the crow was still on the second floor, she might have been surprised—the crutch could have been removed, and the wooden crutch had a cavity large enough to hide two slender scimitars and a small cylindrical bottle of refined crystal, which is why this cane was so heavy.

Angel held the vial in front of her eyes and stared at it with her eyes intended. The small bottle was full of pitch-black powder, and the reason why it was placed in the refining crystal bottle was because it was something that would exude the aura of origin magic.

- This is the key to unlocking the power of demons.

When Artel handed her the "weapon" that Angel had requested, he once told her with a gentle smile that if she took the powder in the vial, the demonic power would awaken.

- It's just ...... Angel's "body" is not yet complete, and once she transforms into a demon, she will never be able to change back, and her current body may be destroyed.

Angel had already died once, so she didn't care about dying again.

It's a pity that even Mr. Gale can't create the same demon as the demon feather Heberbay, who is obviously the son of the illegitimate son of the "prophet" Brandley Gale, but he is useless. After all kinds of secret realities, all he could accomplish was half-finished products like Momora and Angel.

Yes, Momora is a demon, and Angel is not lying.

It's just that she's hiding things about herself. She and Momora are actually one and the same, and she is also a demon. Flying in the sky, Momora is her unique messenger, her other pair of eyes and ears, her true power, hidden in Angel's human-like body.

However, she can't be like the legendary Heberbayi, who only needs the mind and mental power of her master to bring out her potential abilities, and she needs a key. The key was in her hand right now.

More than two years ago, in the autumn, the church inside the royal palace collapsed in a fire.

When Angel wakes up from her coma, her legs have been broken by the collapsed statue of the goddess and she is unconscious. She couldn't move, the potion soaking through her charred skin, leaving an ice-like touch. Her body was covered with bandages, she couldn't see anything, she couldn't do anything, she couldn't even cry.

At that time, she heard Carlo's voice, which was vague and indistinct. Carlo was talking to another man, and in a solemn tone like an oath, he declared that he would be the sword and shield of that man in his service.

Later, Angel learned the man's name.

The man's name was Ather Hernos, a sorcerer, and Angel's savior.

Carlo brought the dying Angel out of the fire and broke into the outskirts of Oder with a horse and a sword, but Angel's burns were too severe for anyone in the chaotic Ode City to save her life, and they could be discovered by Vincent's men at any time. If it weren't for meeting Artel, there is no doubt that Angel would have died.

Artel used a lot of potions she had never heard of, and seemed to use what was called a "magic weapon", but she still couldn't get Angel back. For a long time, Angel could only lie in the hospital bed, feeling that time was passing minute by minute, and she was immersed in the night, suffering alone.

During those days, she even wished she hadn't been saved.

If Carlo hadn't rescued her from the rubble, she wouldn't have had to continue to suffer. Memories of the past always appeared cruelly in her dreams, and when she woke up, she had chased small fish, flowers she had touched, and fragrant black tea that she had brewed with her own hands...... The gentle greetings of my father, the bright sunshine overhead, and the melodious sound of Rey's brother's violin all faded away. She suddenly realized that she had nothing left, and she was so sad that she wanted to hug her head and cry.

There's no going back to her past!

She's no longer the beautiful and lovely Princess Angel, she's just a waste wrapped in a bandage!

"Sad, Angel?"

I don't know how long it took, but Artel's soft and beautiful voice suddenly sounded in her dreams.

"yes, it must be sad to feel like you can't do anything. I promised Carlo to bring you back from the world of the dead, but you don't seem to want to live...... Do you want to open your eyes, do you want to stand up, do you want to change back to what you used to be? Do you want to ...... Do the people who hurt you take revenge?

"I can actually help you, but if you do that, you're no longer human. Is it okay even so?"

After a long dream, Angel finally saw the world again.

Artel had a face as pure as an angel and as seductive as a devil. Angel didn't expect him to look so young, it seemed that he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but Angel was convinced of the young man's abilities.

This boy with a human appearance must be a demon.

He gave Angel the power to grant his wish, and Angel became his enchantment, and Angel's soul resided in the body he and his men had "made". It was a body with hidden demon power, although there were still such and such problems, but for Angel, it was enough.

This body can be used for revenge.

Originally, Angel planned to kill Vincent if she couldn't get Sloth to kill Vincent, so she would kill him herself. The hidden demon power can only be used once, and it must be used in the most critical place. It must have been a very pleasant sight to stand in front of him as Angel Victoria Electrics, watching him look shocked, and then using demonic power to cut that damn man into countless pieces of flesh.

However, now that Brother Rey has been found, it doesn't matter what Vincent does.

Angel didn't panic in her heart.

As long as you can destroy Rey's brother's qiē, nothing else matters.

Syllable!

The menorah fell on the table.

The flames scurried up on the wooden table, beeping and laughing. Angel used the empty wooden shell of her crutches as a torch, supported her body with her arms, and lit the chair and the wooden door. Everything that could be ignited, all burned.

It's really beautiful!

The so-called end of the world must be so beautiful. The fire that spreads rapidly and engulfs the whole world must be beautiful and spectacular.

Angel let out a high-pitched, singing-like laugh at the raging flames, unscrewing the crystal bottle in her hand and pouring the black powder into her mouth.

The bottle contains dark attribute crystalline earth, refined high-quality magic guide primordial crystal powder. This kind of thing is enough to make people die because of "magic crystal poisoning", or mutate into monsters without minds. The flames gradually turned into a rain of bright red flowers in Angel's eyes, and a cold and terrifying breath poured into the blood all over her body, as if she heard a continuous stream of tiny explosions in her veins, as if there was a frozen fire through her body, scorching the top of her head and the ends of her limbs.

She picked up two slender scimitars from the ground, and the scimitars made of refined white iron were as light as feathers in her hands. She saw that the skin on the back of her hand seemed to be covered with a layer of silver, and it took on a color that did not resemble human skin. The wind suddenly howled, and a rain of dancing flowers rose around her.

The crow lying on the counter downstairs suddenly felt a breath of origin magic that erupted like an explosion, and then a real explosion sounded on the second floor.