The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

On an evil altar made of innocent trees, clothes made of pure white cotton grown in unclean places, works of art of more beautiful objects than real ones, fierce and cheerless flowers.

The ritual of magic awakening requires contradictory and twisted offerings of the devil's taste.

In addition, there are thousands of blood-coated gold coins and jewellery items that are not readily available.

But...

"It was just the easiest thing to do in prison, and it was helpful."

Elma, who was preparing for a solo ritual, told him.

"Cotton, Beyond" raised in the back yard of the prison, known as hell, paintings of samurai, "fireworks" of dangerous but inorganic materials, and jewelry possessed by the sinners.

We already had all the supplies, so all we had to do was make the altar and the clothes.

Elma changed to a pure white dress made of cotton and arranged the offerings on an elaborately carved altar, and stepped into a shallow tank made by digging a stone floor.

"The literature says that if I pour into this tank the blood of a million creatures wishing for magical awakening, and my coat sucks it up - that is, when I put blood all over my body - the awakening happens."

I wonder if I get drunk when I take a shower of blood, and Elma added.

"As the word" drunk "suggests, demon kings who have awakened to strong magic often appear to have completely different personalities and behaviors. So if...."

So I shut my mouth so hard to say.

However, as he acknowledged Gilbert's appearance as he returned to his room away from Hydemarie for the ceremony, he continued without hesitation.

"If anything happens to me that hurts you... kill me and stop me."

The audience breathes for a moment into the disturbing words.

Once Elma sent a trustworthy gaze to her father, who used to be called the "hero of God's killer", but Gilbert simply shook his head quietly.

"A newly awakened demon king can do anything without killing him. Besides, I know your father. Elma, it shouldn't be so much more than his blood flowing through your body."

He gently peered into the dawn eyes of his "daughter".

"Trust me. About your fathers."

Elma took a quiet breath.

Gilbert had never revealed to Elma that his real father was a demon.

At the same time, he didn't imprint the lie that he was his real father.

But now I understand it in just one word.

Fathers.

Gilbert acknowledges Elma equally as the last survivor of the Devil, as well as himself and the great sinners in prison.

"... yes"

Elma nodded hard.

"I believe it. Father"

"Don't worry, Elmael also has this Deborah!

At that time, a bright voice echoes in the room with a sense of urgency.

Deborah grabbed Elma's slender hands to cheer her up.

"No matter what character change Elmael-sama performed, I will do my best to follow you. It doesn't matter if it's a doji-child, it doesn't matter if it's a nervous system, or a mad sick character, it's really delicious, ahn, but if you want to talk about it, it's like a queen DS character that drips color - ah"

"Deborah should learn to weigh herself a little!

Apparently, it wasn't pure encouragement.

From the side, Irene said, "You've ruined everything! While shouting, he shrugged away his gripped hand, but thanks to it, the air in the room was also relieved.

Elma knelt in the tank, giggling, "Thank you," she said.

With a glimpse of the signal, Holst nodded and quietly started pouring a large amount of blood from the vial into the tank.

Suddenly, the smell of iron stood up.

The female team tied their lips to the unfamiliar smell of blood, while Elma glanced at the red liquid that began to soak her toes.

A slightly sticky, raw, warm liquid.

Red - No, it's in a dark room now, and it even looks black.

As the pure white clothes sucked up blood and dyed from the hem, Elma whispered.

"--ahh...."

How pleasant.

It's like soaking yourself in warm water.

Or is it this feeling of the fetus floating in amniotic fluid?

Warm, smooth, nostalgic smell.

No, no, no.

At the same time, the frozen bloody tide was pouring out loudly.

In turn, as blood crawled up the garment, evil blood seemed to be filthy of innocent girls from the side, but Elma felt her whole body boiling with joy.

Oh, yeah.

After all, I was the daughter of a demon clan.

"Kimochi... good..."

Young murmurs leak from your poor lips.

Her eyes, which were dawn coloured, gradually became more red and now they were purple.

"I'm so... frightened... because I feel so good..."

Dark eyes, frightened by unknown pleasure, sobbed tears.

Together they unexpectedly squeezed their chests as they tickled the desire for asylum.

"This... is this your awake state...?!? Can the Demon King be so adorable...!?

"If there were such a demon king, the demon tribes under his command would want to dedicate the world...!

Lucas and Irene, of course.

"Kh... I remember what Elma looked like about ten years ago when she was so childish...!

"Now she's a pretty girl like me, but this is so destructive...!

"I don't really think this is the Devil King...."

The great sinners have also recovered their childcare lives about a decade ago, taking more damage than the Shabaab.

However,

"Hmm... it's scary... ahh"

As Elma cuddled herself with her arms and exhaled a lot,

- Gogh!

An incredible confusion broke out, cutting a solid wall and a portion of the same forehair.

"After all, it's the Devil King!!!

Everyone screams in friendship to Elma, who has tens of millions of destructive powers.

Crouching and trembling, Elma was a delicate, cute girl, but with one breath, she was a terrifying creature that could take lives around her.

Both Gilbert and Isaac instinctively begin to measure the distance between Nipple and Elma.

But in that situation, only Deborah approached near the tank and greeted the athlete's hot blood coach, calling out to Elma.

"Not enough, not enough! Not enough! Elmael, you can still be a wonderful demon king! I can be!

Apparently, she is looking for a demon king character with more punches than a Lori Asylum character.

That may not mean, but Elma, who made her clothes suck more blood, showed a change of attitude there again.

"Nh..."

A sweet, relaxed voice somewhere.

Are you accustomed to the pleasure that blood brings? You don't look as frightened as before, but you're just staring at the pleasure.

The eyes were more bluish and almost red, making them a color that could be used.

"I want more..."

Loosen your arms and stand up loosely.

Unusual as before, she licked her tongue to show off her red lips.

"Blood... strength... more...!

A thin white finger strokes your body along a bloodstained garment.

I saw Elma crawling her hands wet with blood into her throat to relieve her thirst, and they shook her by the mouth.

"............ e"

--Ello......!!

How inflammatory.

Everything you see is so violent and beautiful that you can't help but elicit all the excitement.

Elma suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled at the face that was rubbing the base of her nose, pulling her mouth together, and suppressing the various exposures.

Hurry up.

"... eh?

"Send all the blood quickly."

They knelt unconsciously on the orders of the blood-colored queen.

No, you can say your whole body was struck by "something."

The glossy colour enough to forget to breathe, and the majesty enough to make my skin fade away, my body was bending at some point.

"This is... what Elma looked like when she became the Devil King..."

Even Horst spins his words as if they were floating in the heat, speeding up the pace at which blood pours in.

Deborah looked up at Elma with her fanatical expression as she threw her five bodies right next to the tank.

"Ha, my nose is bleeding... But... not yet...! I can still do it! I can still do it! Ero (...) Mael-sama can still go...!

The rhythm no longer revolves.

Still, she seemed to be looking beyond the ultimate Elma to worship.

"It's okay! I can do it! More, hotter! Cliffy, awesome!

Or have you gone mad?

Whether Deborah's enthusiastic blood support bore fruit or whether it was pointless, finally, when all the clothes contained blood, Elma's sense of unity changed again.

――……

Close your narrow eyes in the shape of a smile.

On her knees as if she had relaxed, she quietly spread out her hands.

--Fuwa.....

Wind happens from nowhere.

It didn't smell of blood, it didn't smell of color, it just passed quietly like a lake surface that reflected the night sky.

Long blood-sucking hair is black with dried balls.

From below the slowly lifted eyelids appeared a crystal clear red like a jewel.

A well-shaped lip gently spinned the sound.

"Thank you for all the blood you've given me."

It's a loud voice.

The people who had been kneeling and holding their mouth in unusual dress had unconsciously corrected their appearance.

The room, which should have been overflowing with the smell of blood and screams, was quiet like a snowflake at night.

(Hmm, something....)

Clothes that look black.

Wet black hair.

Magnificent space.

Before Elma put her hands together with a solemn look, people thought.

"Turn the bleeding and the prayers of this body into strength."

Highly pure red eyes with pure intentions.

"You must have my salvation."

--Looking around, it's like a saint!

It was a mysterious specification that the blood of the demon king would awaken more like a saintly act.