Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 928: Fucking pathetic [1/2]

As we watched the brawl of the two inside, I caught a glimpse of the Reborn do combat. Much like Reapers then invoked their {Entropies} as they battled. Waves of malice would erupt from them at the moment they were about to make big moves.

"Yvonne, why exactly are the rest of the wolves still keeping this field up? I get that your {Sacred Ground} is amazing. But what does the blessing cage do?"

Unable to reply as she was eating a large chocolate bar, Claire answered for her.

"It's like this, Patron. Most of the demonkin are built like Assassins. If the blessing field is not set up, the demonkin would run away the moment they're exorcised. It's why the demon hunters in most movies draw the Star of David on the ground before starting."

Exa flashed an image of the Star of David in my vision before I could ask. It was a six-sided star. The same symbol appeared on the flag of Israel. Although I was familiar with it for a different reason. Anime regularly featured it whenever demons were involved.

"Okay, I get that. But don't they fight back? In those ghost movies, don't they try to kill the priests or something?"

Aisha, my Gen Z interpreter, wiped the crumbs off Yvonne's mouth and continued explaining.

"The demonkin, at least the ones we faced, are cowards. They are strong to the weak and weak to the strong. When we were Wraiths, it was hard to drive them away. But now? They often run away at the first chance they get. The field is just so they cannot run away.

"Oh, but don't worry. Keeping a blessing field is not tiring for us. It is the first thing most Saints learn, so we can do it when we sleep. If the one in the cage wasn't a Rank A, the girls wouldn't even need to pray."

"I see. How did you take out the ones from the past?" I asked in curiosity.

"Uhm, we didn't. We weren't strong enough. We just exorcised them and put up a blessed field around the original victim," Aisha confessed sheepishly.

"Huh? How would that help? What would the demonkin do then?"

Claire twiddled her fingers. In a low voice, she said, "Uhm, you know how in the Bible, Jesus drives out demons and sends them to the pigs? It's like that. But uhm, we don't know who they go to afterwards…"

Hearing the irresponsible things my Saints have done, I couldn't help but facepalm. I mean, I understood that they lack both the strength and the money. But didn't they just make some poor sap the demonkin's target?

"We don't abandon them, Patron. If we can, we will help the demon's next victims!"

"Claire, isn't what you girls did the textbook definition of a scam?"

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My saint began to stammer, unable to give a rebuttal, "Uhm… It's not ENTIRELY a scam… but you know… Uhm…"

"Forget about it; I forbid such practices from this moment on. If you find a demonkin, butcher it with as many Sacreds as you need. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-YES! WE UNDERSTAND, PATRON!" the three before me shouted with a salute.

"Hmm. Just out of curiosity, what does the demonkin even do when they possess someone?"

Just then, a masculine voice addressed me, "I can answer that, my lord."

Turning around, it was Olamide. The prince we had just liberated. He was a size larger than Amari and had a powerful presence. A body that gave the impression of being chiseled from stone along with a face that showed cunning. Olamide was no weakling.

"I do not remember being your lord, Olamide."

"I beg to differ. The Ayotunde clan betrayed me. They offered my mother to Onyebuchi while I fought demons in Hellsgate. I returned, and not even her corpse was left. When I tried to get justice, they tried to silence me. If not for you, they would have succeeded."

Olamide spoke calmly. But death resonance gushed from his body. Despite his loss, he looked forward. His eyes, which bore holes into mine, had the savage ferocity of beasts waiting to let loose.

"And? What does that have to do with me?"

"Please let me join Hellsend. Matriarch Zanele and Amari have shared with me your future goals and the purpose of your war. I am willing. As far as Africa and my father are concerned, I am already dead. Amari can serve as your representative. I wish to fight under your banner."

I understood his choice, but I didn't have to cater to his whims. "Answer my question, and I will consider it. "

He then kneeled on one foot and roared. "YES! The demonkins possess a person and feed on their malice. Often, it shows humans delusions or nightmares. They lead their victims to depression, insanity, and ultimately suicide."

Olamide's words made my skin crawl. Most people know that both depression and suicide rates have risen sharply through the years. I used to think that it was because of just social media and isolation.

'But if the cause for all this was demonkin. Wouldn't that mean that school shooters and drug users were possessed by demonkin? Was this what they meant by possessed by demons? The saying was literal?'

At such a realization, I felt my blood boil. It was one thing if the cause of such misery was other people. But if it was something beyond the control of humans, then it was our fault. If Hellsgate could control its own shit, then humanity would not have had to suffer.

I found myself unconsciously clenching my teeth and balling my fists. Who didn't get affected just from seeing the evil in the news? Good people. Hardworking, innocent people got hurt. All because the Reapers couldn't get their shit together.

'We are fucking pathetic,' I thought as my vision turned red.

Oblivious to the changes going on in me, Olamide continued his explanations.

"When the host can offer no more malice, the demonkin control their bodies one final time. They seek out other humans and terrorize them, often with violence to breed malice in the new prey. The Demonkin would then abandon its current host and enter a new one, repeating the cycle once more."

I see. So the demonkins behave like the zombie ants. They self-propagate by using the bodies of their hosts like parasites. I didn't need to look far to understand. The animal kingdom was rife with hundreds of nightmarish parasites.

'And, if you take it to the extreme, the news' random brutality was definitely the work of demonkins. The high number of depressed and suicidal people means legions are here. Walking among us.'

"…"

I turned out and checked on the Dream Demon. It was already in pretty bad shape. Roach had dismembered three of its four limbs. It now had only one leg and was pitifully scampering away from Roach.

If I were to remember that this demonkin was a reincarnator, I should have felt conflicted. But instead, all I felt was an immense hate. I felt every muscle in my body tense up. I wanted to butcher something. No, that was wrong. I wanted to butcher Demonkin.