As a good-for-nothing monster just waiting to die, I have never felt ashamed but rather proud. Therefore, when I learned that I was actually responsible for the impossible task of making the demon race that had been in the street for thousands of years rise again, at that moment, my heart almost collapsed...
This time it should be really over! Thinking like this, I sat and watched it chewing on the long-shapeless piece of meat. Its body, the ground, and the trees were all dyed red with red liquid, making it look like hell. It should have been the scene I was most afraid of seeing, but now I can look at it calmly, maybe because those things are flowing out of my body, or maybe there is no need to be afraid.
