Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 45: Iron blood Demon

Was the power of the dick so corruptive that it made Hillary go from a gentle noble lady to a sinister, trash talking slim thick bitch with no care for the Prince of Ironforge Dominion? Or was she just always like this?

"Truth be told, Egil, I was aware of your interest in me and I used to find your stupidity endearing. But eventually, I got sick and tired of it. I mean look at you. Dad this, father that. Grand mother yes, my King that. Is that all you can do? I have been in the palace for a decade, you had all the time in the world to take matters into your own hands and solve this like a real man, but what did you do? You always ask your Dad for permission like some sick little bitch."

Not wanting to let Egil suffer more headaches, Zaja stretched his hand forth, using the Shadows Edge to cut Egil’s chest causing particles of gray light to fly out of Egil’s soul and crystallize in Zaja’s hand.

"You really are a massive piece of work aren’t you Hillary. The chap was dying anyway. Couldn’t you give him a few nice words as a parting gift?" Zaja asked, feeling a little bad for Egil as he stroked his chin with a solemn look.

"Eeek! O! so sorry master! I didn’t wish to startle you, I had forgotten you were so sweet, sensitive and tender that you can’t bear the sight of a man dying in pain. But I assure you, Egil was a son of a bitch. That scion doesn’t deserve your pity," Hillary said in a mellow and honeydew tone, rubbing Zaja’s back.

"Wow, you learn quite fast Hillary dos Wagner, now I see why the Queen Mother favours you. This is the first time I have met someone as skilled as me in the art of ass-kissing. Wonderful..." impressed by Hillary’s efforts, Zaja gave a vigorous nod. But as the noble lady trembled at her boss’ jab...

Bam!

Out of nowhere, a massive blood coloured fist crashed into Zaja’s face. A succession of loud cracking sounds boomed all over, followed by a hive of divine energies that swept through the scene.

The moment the monstrous fist crashed into Zaja’s face, Obsidian Wyrm Stallion’s violet energies spread across his face, absorbing most of the blow and instantly healing his nose that was fractured on impact. This was a testament to the item he used against Helios that gave him high regenerative abilites at the cost of a future, randomly selected success.

At that same instant, Shadow Fire crimson flames burst alongside streams of vibration waves that sent the enemy flying back and prompted additional blasts of divine energies.

The scene became an instant mess of fire and collapsing structures. Zaja turned sideways, and spat out saliva, staring at the blood covered creature that had appeared where Egil stood previously.

A red ring floated above the creature’s head, at that moment, the ring rotated a hundred and eighty degrees to the right and just like that it summoned a winged red armour encrusted with metal iron like stones.

"An IronBlood Demon?" from Hillary to the priest, to the Duke of Damsgard and all the people on the scene reeled back, closing their eyes to avoid eye contact with the demon. Zaja, however, scratched his head, facing the Ironblood demon with a helpless smile.

"Interesting isn’t it... it’s a punishment for whoever kills anyone with a royal blood, anyone who makes eye contact with it die from severe blood clot... I didn’t think it would manifest itself this soon," Zaja whispered with a hint of bitterness.

The Ironblood Demon was a curse laid on anyone who killed a person who has Royal Blood running in their veins, now that Egil was gone, the demon manifested from the princes blood and took shape, looking like a hulking man-giant with blood red skin and a red ring floating atop its head.

"Grrr..." with a low growl, the demon raised its fist, summoning a large blood and iron hammer as it stepped towards Zaja.

The vessel didn’t expect the the demon to come equipped this much as he could feel high levels of Arcane Energy surging from it. It seemed a bit excessive. Still, Zaja didn’t lose his composure, casually adjusitng his blood red robes and falling into a battle stance.

"Hurry this shit up, don’t waste my time..." Zaja prompted, and just like that the demon lunged forward and swung its colossal hammer at his skull.

Zaja’s lips curled into a smirk, and he raised his right hand, directly reaching for the hammer. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

It was a ballsy move, considering the force of the sing, the audience couldn’t believe it, the Iron blood Demon even less, but as all expected Zaja’s hand to get crushed into flesh and bone debris, the power behind the hammer vanished entirely.

Worse, the next moment, the hammer started shrinking, turning into a needle sized toy before dropping to the ground with a ridiculous and comic plop sound.

"Eject!" Zaja muttered as he came in close proximity and sent a short surge of Shadow Fire energy at the demons chest, sending it flying with a cartoonist surge of vibration waves.

"Is that blood manipulation?" the most experienced in the audience, the priest recognized Zaja’s ability, his eyes stretching at the realization that all along, he was standing in front of a powerful individual.

The Shadow Fire which was the fuel for the Shadow Sovereign Flame mutation already gave him the ability to control his own blood at an insane efficiency, he could also manipulate exposed blood but under special, strict conditions that were out of his control, but he was smart enough to recognize these conditions when they were met.

"Tch!!" the Iron blood demon wasn’t impressed, and swung at the sky, causing a screen of thick blood colored spears to form above the scene.

~Blood Demon Art: Raining Blood Spears~

A barrage of sharp, exploding blood spears rained in the thousands, threatening to not only kill Zaja but also reduce the audience to dust.

"Nope," with the same casual look, Zaja reached for the sky, and to the audience’s shock, the blood spears shrank into dust particles, vanishing subsequently before they even reached the ground.

Still, the Iron blood demon wouldn’t give up. It joined its hands together, firing a beam of piercing hyper-fast blood at Zaja.

With a mischievous smile, Zaja snapped his fingers, and in a burst of scarlet flames, the priest appeared in the beast’s killing path.

The beast was binded to a vow that prevented it from killing anyone besides the person or people responsible for the royal bloods death, so it shifted its trajectory avoiding the beam from killing the priest.

Zaja snapped his fingers again, and this time, it was Kael Valthorne who appeared in the beast’s way, throwing a desperate punch at the creature.