Taming the Demon Commander - 1
Innocent and foolish Alvin still harbored a savage side. A jet-black aura reminiscent of the endless void of space. It was Alvin's one-of-a-kind unique Void Aura.
Human auras typically embodied elemental properties. They took on colors corresponding to those elements, so at a glance, one might mistake Alvin's for a darkness aura. But darkness auras weren't true black—they were a deep purple. Alvin's embodied an entirely different concept.
"A normal sword just isn't cutting it, huh...."
When he swung a slash infused with his aura, the blade of the sword in Alvin's hand vanished without a trace. It couldn't withstand his aura and simply ceased to exist. That was because the root of Alvin's aura was nothingness.
A property that reduced anything it touched to nothing. It erased cells themselves, making recovery impossible.
A destructive, vicious power. Even if his weapons broke, the battlefield was littered with the arms of fallen soldiers. Anything that touched Alvin's hand turned into a weapon of mass slaughter. When that black aura rippled, the demons instinctively backed away.
Mid-game, so maybe that's why it's too easy.
Even after becoming a knight and awakening his aura, Alvin had struggled to control his power for a while. It took relentless effort to tame that wild stallion of a force. He'd only just gained perfect mastery when the possession happened. Naturally, entering a body capable of taking on a hundred foes at once was pure bliss.
"She should be showing up any minute now...."
"Everyone, stand aside! I'll handle this human myself!"
As he cleaved through every demon in sight, a booming voice echoed across the battlefield. The teeming horde of demons parted, and a woman with pale purple skin strode forward. Thick horns protruded from her head, and her reverse-cross pupils sent chills down the spine. Unlike the worthless grunts, her body was clad head to toe in black armor, proclaiming her as their leader.
"I thought all the humans around here were third-rate trash, but look at this—a decently strong one!"
"E-cup? Nah, hard to tell with the armor... maybe F?"
"Hah? I have no idea what you're babbling about, but I am Marellas, commander of the 8th Legion. Declare your name, human!"
"I'd love to, but some demons cast curses using names as a medium, so I'll pass. Besides, even if I told you, you wouldn't live long enough to use it."
"Insolent cur!"
Marellas spread her palm skyward and extended her arm to the side. Her werewolf adjutant placed a halberd atop it.
Thud! She hefted the massive halberd one-handed and slammed the shaft's end into the ground with all her might. The sheer weight cracked the earth, fissures spiderwebbing across the surface.
"Then die unnamed, human!"
Kicking off the ground, she closed the distance to Alvin in an instant. Gripping the halberd two-handed, she swung it wide. The axe blade sliced through the air, hurtling toward his temple.
Marellas's lips curled in triumph. Alvin, unfazed, simply raised his hand to catch the blade.
"Ha! I'll smash your hand and skull to pieces!"
She didn't doubt her raw strength would overwhelm him. Her visible musculature alone dwarfed his. No way he could win a contest of power.
But Alvin dismissed the difference in muscle. He coated his entire palm in Void Aura and seized the axe blade. It erased the matter the instant it touched his skin.
"My halberd...!"
With only the shaft left, it whistled through empty air. Alvin didn't miss the opening—he thrust his hand into the joints of her vaunted armor, erasing them. He ripped off her breastplate and tossed it aside.
Her undergarments and curvaceous figure were laid bare. Whoa, those tits! The admiration was fleeting; Alvin followed up by driving his knee into her solar plexus.
"Guhk!"
"You're still green."
He circled behind the dazed Marellas and locked her carotids in a rear naked choke with both arms. She thrashed wildly, but Alvin's body—honed by years of training—made breaking the hold no easy feat.
"Behave."
"Kkh...! Grraaahk! Gk!"
Her struggles gradually weakened until she went limp, unconscious.
Less than five minutes since the fight began, and Alvin had subdued the legion commander. Her belated minions rushed to protect her, but the sword he snatched billowed with pitch-black aura once more.
"Hand-delivered supplies? How convenient!"
An ogre raised its club high, blatantly taunting him to stab its gut. But Alvin didn't aim for the belly—he targeted the space between its legs.
"GRRAAAAAHH!!"
His sword neatly severed the ogre's cock and balls, thick as a grown man's forearm. As it howled in agony and dropped to its knees, he beheaded it in one stroke. It wasn't just to toy with the enemy. Different species or not, they were both males—how could he enjoy castrating one?
"Sorry, but I need your dick and nuts for something."
No sooner had the ogre fallen than a harpy overhead whipped up winds. Alvin extended his aura along his blade in a swing, lopping off her wings. She plummeted, reduced to mincemeat on impact.
After that, he reached into a slime to erase its core's life force. Dodged an arachne's webs and sliced them apart. Dismembered a corrupted treant spirit.
A one-sided massacre. Terror at Alvin's brutal methods spread; demons began breaking ranks and fleeing. One runaway sparked a chain reaction. Leaderless, the legion collapsed into chaos.
"This should be enough loot."
Alvin didn't bother chasing the fleeing stragglers. He left cleanup to Captain Gerard and gathered the demon byproducts from his kills. Finally, slinging the unconscious Marellas over his shoulder, he turned toward the Tarken Outpost.
"Thank you so much for your help, Sir Knight! But what about that demon...?"
"I'll handle her. You all focus on mopping up the remnants and retaking the fortress now that the commander's down."
"Understood!"
Buoyed by hope of reclaiming Gabrallin Fortress, the soldiers marched on vigorously. Alvin passed them by, heading slowly to the outpost's interrogation room. A smile he couldn't hide on his lips.
"Nngh.... Where...?"
"Awake?"
"You—you!"
Clank clank! The iron chains binding Marellas's limbs rattled loudly. In the dank prison cell, she hung spread-eagled, utterly naked. Not a stitch on her—Alvin leisurely admired her flawless, toned body.
"Kkh! Human, release me this instant!"
"Says the one who got her ass handed to her and taken prisoner. Delusional much?"
"Th-that was just me letting my guard down! Fight me again, and I won't lose!"
"Sure, blame the 'guard down' all you want."
Stating facts twisted her face. She glared murderously, but that changed nothing.
"Then kill me cleanly instead of humiliating me!"
"Sorry, but I've got work for you, so no dying."
"Don't tell me you plan to rape me? You won't get away with that unscathed!"
All demons carried demonic energy, fatal to humans. Overaccumulation turned humans into demons.
Male demons had low concentrations in their fluids, so human women rarely transformed even if raped. But female demons were different—their fluids brimmed with dense demonic energy. A single encounter was enough to corrupt.
That's why demons raped humans, but humans never raped demons.
"I know. That's exactly why I'm keeping you alive."
He couldn't forgive the sluts who'd betrayed him, nor the bastards who'd mocked him through them. But killing them outright risked ruining his life. Legitimate murder needed justification—and he planned to create his own.
If I turn those guys into demons...
Then killing them would be guilt-free! To purge the trash in human skin, he'd brought Marellas.
"I don't know your scheme, but I won't play along!"
"Hope that resolve holds out."
He rummaged through the bundle of byproducts. Out came the cleanly severed ogre cock. He jammed a thick branch from the corrupted treant into the stump, fashioning a club.
"So basically, as long as I don't stick my dick in your holes, I won't turn demonic, right?"
"W-wait, you don't mean...!"
"Cock torture doesn't need my dick—I can do plenty without it."
Brandishing the ogre shaft, he advanced slowly between her legs. It was so massive its shadow loomed cock-shaped over her face. Her pupils quivered; her lips trembled. Ignoring it, he pressed the ogre glans against her exposed labia minora. Her high-and-mighty facade finally cracked into a pleading whimper.
"W-wait! I'm a virgin, I say—! Nnghooooh!!"
"Oh, my bad."
Too late—he'd already shoved it in.