She Belongs To The Devil

One of the disadvantages of Damien's smoke was that he himself couldn't clearly see if his enemies were being adversely affected or not.

He had not yet gotten full control over his smoke as his mother had over hers. So he could only hope that the plants directly below him were 'coughing' by now.

Damien waited for about a minute and when he thought that the plants were semi-dead, he flapped his wide wings to clear out the smoke.

He wanted to pluck that seedling and fly away as fast as he could.

However, it looked like his luck had run out.

The moment he cleared the smoke, several plants lunged at him as if they were some spiky snakes. It seemed like they were waiting for the smoke to clear out so that they could attack the intruder.

"Hahhhh!!!"

Damien was startled by their aggressiveness and sudden attack.

He flew upward but he was too slow to dodge the attacks from those plants.

Slash!

Slit!

The plants madly swung around Damien without caring whether they hit him or not.

Damien got way too many cuts all over his body and wings within a matter of a few seconds. He even got a huge cut below his left eye; his eye narrowly escaping that deadly throne.

"Arghhhh!!!" Damien screamed in agony. His screams blended well with the screams of hundreds of other sinful souls.

Damien tried to fly higher upward but he couldn't.

The plants didn't just slash him and leave, they spiraled around his body and dug their thrones into his flesh. They were going to drag his body down and suck his soul out of his body.

Damien tried to forcefully get those plants off of his body but that only made the wounds worse.

"No! Leave me! I still have a long life to live! I am a demon of Hell. Just leave me alone!" he was screaming and cursing those plants but that didn't help either.

Those plants didn't discriminate. They would devour everything that came their way or was thrown at them.

Damien could feel his organs being ruptured. His blood had spilled everywhere. And no matter how hard he screamed, there was no one around to help him.

"I don't want to die…" he screamed so loudly that the veins in his neck and forehead looked as if they would pop.

"I shouldn't have trusted that witch!"

He regretted believing in that witch and coming to this place. He regretted believing that he would be able to produce enough poison to make those nasty plants immobile.

"I shouldn't have said to Riri that I would bring these stupid plants! I should have agreed to something simpler," he grunted in pain as the Zobekkers kept on piercing his body and began approaching his forehead.

"I shouldn't have…"

Suddenly, Damien was engulfed with so much rage that he felt something dark and sour running all over his body. He felt like his heart would explode if he didn't let it all out; let whatever was running inside him all out.

"Arghhhhhhh!"

And he let all hell loose.

Sssss…

Crack! Boom!

Earlier, Damien didn't keep in his mind that the level of toxicity in his smoke directly depended on the level of negative emotions that he was feeling. As he wasn't angry the first time he emitted smoke, the plants were unaffected.

But now, his body emitted a thick smog that was actually deadly poisonous for the plants. The smog spread very quickly.

And side by side, Damien also heard several explosions.

"What's happening?"

The plants detached themselves from Damien, either out of fear of the poisonous smoke or after getting exploded into bits and pieces.

Those plants wildly moved around like some snakes who had been attacked on their tails. If one listened carefully then they could also hear the plants screaming for their lives.

Several plants got blasted off into pieces while a lot of plants, even those that were further away from Damien collapsed to the ground like some spineless creatures.

The toxic smoke that sizzled out of Damien's body was way too poisonous for them to handle.

Damien, on the other hand, fell down to the ground with a thud.

Thankfully, he had managed to flap his tattered wings a little so that he wouldn't fall back on those thrones.

As he was hearing the explosion, he looked around to check if any demons had come to his rescue. But there was no one in sight.

Damien moved his gaze towards a specific area from where the sounds of the explosion could still be heard. He furrowed his brows and kept on watching the explosion until it finally stopped.

He then lay on his back and kept on taking deep breaths while staring at the sky above him. He was covered in blood and cuts.

But rather than being scared or grimacing in pain, he was getting this adrenaline rush.

"Shall I get up and destroy all these filthy plants for causing me so much trouble?" he thought to himself as he breathed heavily.

He raised his hand and stared at the puncture marks on his palm. It looked nasty even when his supernatural healing had already kicked in.

"No, let's not waste my energy on that. I have to heal myself. And I don't want to let Prince Satan know that I was trespassing and even stealing by making a mess here."

"But let's make sure of one thing…"

Though Damien was badly hurt, he got back up on his feet before his deep cuts even healed properly.

Damien had a hunch about those explosions and he wanted to test his theory right away while he was high in the adrenaline and while he was still bleeding.

He wiped one of his deep wounds on his stomach to gather the blood and glared at his finger.

"This should be enough, right?"

He then flicked his blood from his finger while following it with his eyes.

He again felt that same rush in his heart that he had felt before.

And boom!

His blood exploded as if it was some kind of explosive.

Damien's face beamed with happiness beyond measure. After all, he had just unlocked something new.

"My blood… it's a weapon!"

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