ShadowDevil

"The howling, how delicious." Samael fiddled the soul abyss in the palace, sighed as he saw the endless howling soul. He could control people's thoughts, spying into the darkest part of a soul and magnifying it, turning a righteous and kind soul into a twisted degraded one. He then threw the souls in the shadows, torturing them and tasting the freshest desperation. Samael's name was spread throughout the whole land, in a way that adults dared not to make up something about the Shadow Demon to scare the children. Because no one could tell if the demon was hiding in the depth of one's heart, spying on them. Being separated from the wife and child, becoming homeless, dog-eat-dog brothers, with so many miserable things happening, the Shadow Demon could always get enough negative emotions to devour. How could the greedy demon get satisfied with the tragedies that happened spontaneously in the world? He was more willing to create all kinds of interesting tragedies. The deepest darkness of the kind and upright prince was triggered and he became a purgatory knight, that's what Samael couldn't stop savoring. The poor prince's kind soul had already been chewed and swallowed by the demon, leaving only the body filled with negative emotions continuing to serve the Demon in endless time.

The warfire of the Endless Forest was Samael's new entertainment. Compared to creating desperate souls one by one, it was more efficient and interesting to spread the negative emotions to create chaos in an area. Sitting on the throne of the palace, from time to time, Samael would watch the beautiful drama played by the creatures controlled by negative emotions. Sometimes when he got high, he would catch some desperate souls from the shadow for drinking. It's a pity that Samael wasn't able to see the mirroring of the living hell he wanted as the tree Warpwood Sage planted purified the negative emotions in the forest. "The Feathered, how boring they are." Muttering, Samael disconnected from the soul vision of another side and went to find the next interesting soul. "A powerful body can be seen everywhere, while an interesting soul is one in a million." Yes, for Samael, power was no longer what he pursued. The way using the negative emotion and the power it showed was what he pursued.

"The best delicacy was not the soldier souls full of muscles in the war, but the free spirits born after being through all the evils!" Samael ruthlessly scolded the kneeling demons on the palace steps. How dare these stupid dumb minions collect the inferior souls from the battlefield for him? "You filthy bugs, you think the noble king likes to eat garbage in the sewers?!" Samael didn't want these incompetent subordinates alive, so he tore them apart easily. The long-awaited desperate souls swarmed up, tore the demon souls to pieces, and swallowed them, the short sense of fullness helping withstand the endless despair. Samael didn't want to leave the palace for fun anymore. He asked his most competent assistant, Purgatory Knight, to find the most delicious souls for him. "Only the souls is the most delicious food in the endless time." Whispering, Samael disappeared in the palace, leaving only the painful howl of the countless desperate souls.