bookrebus Chapter 185 You're Really Pathetic - S01E06
Chapter 185 You're Really Pathetic - S01E06
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“I actually know a sinner lord who is very similar to you.”
"Are you some kind of imitator? Or... his son or something?"
Alastor looked at the unfamiliar young male demon in front of him, whose body was burned and smelled of burning, and lightly swung his cane.
A smart person can easily hear the malice and mockery in the voice of the broadcasting devil, which he makes no attempt to conceal.
Rather than striking up a conversation, Wendigo's tone was more like that of a high-ranking nobleman chatting and having fun with a shoeshine boy he looked down upon, his words filled with arrogance and contempt.
Upon hearing the highly recognizable voice of the demon on the radio, Fast, supporting his burned right arm, turned to look at him.
The monstrous sinner stared unmovedly at the scarlet devil before him, a figure that struck fear into the hearts of most sinners.
A bluish flame floated eerily around his neck, like a beacon revealing his emotions.
"...not a funny joke, Mr. Radio Devil."
His voice was slightly breathless, as if it came from behind a mask or armor.
Despite having a clear and melodious voice, the male demon habitually and deliberately lowered it.
Like those kids who like to act like adults.
"Oh, really? Nothing's funnier than sending that girl to her death, isn't it?"
Wendigo, who always exudes a strong elder's aura, twisted his head around in a completely deliberate manner, as if telling a harmless joke.
The broadcaster's smile was almost split open.
The only difference between them and monsters was that there were no bloody bits of flesh hanging from the corners of their mouths.
Why are you so sure?
Fast asked this softly.
The calm demeanor of the unfamiliar young sinner reminded Alastor of the female demon who was always with him.
...But he truly loathed that this uninteresting trait appeared in another demon.
"She will die...like a worthless insect."
Wendigo, who was considerably taller than Fast, stood still, glancing at him sideways without turning his head.
"To die a worthless and miserable death."
The evil, deep voice of the broadcast demon sank into the ocean of radio background noise, and a series of eerie laughs surged in his throat like sea serpents.
Fast saw that the male demon's originally red eyes had turned completely black, and his pupils had turned a terrifying fluorescent green at some point.
"so."
"Do you have designs on that woman in the fire?"
A muffled sound emanated from the broadcast demon's microphone and vocal cords, carrying a strange, distorted noise, as if the frequency band had been damaged.
The bright red, blinking demon was staring wide-eyed in a nervous manner.
His terrifying, enormous, stiff smile, and his fluorescent green eyes that flickered like a broken light bulb…
These two terrifying elements, along with his withered appearance, make the Broadcast Demon resemble the kind of nightmare monster that crawls out from under the bed and stares at you in the middle of the night.
Upon hearing this, Fast was taken aback.
The young sinner's shoulders tightened, then relaxed in dejection.
These subtle movements made Fast resemble a teenager experiencing first love, telling his elders about the object of his affection.
"I like her."
"From the moment she saved me."
"I knew I would only ever love her in this lifetime."
Fast said this in a statement of fact.
Without any hesitation or thought—
It was as if he had said that sentence a thousand times before, so familiar with it.
"I want to marry that woman."
"This is my only wish in hell."
"Except for her..."
"I don't want anyone."
The young male sinner demon added two more sentences as if to emphasize his point.
"It's an astonishing level of persistence... but I'm curious, how could you be consumed by human instinctive desires in just a moment of impulse?"
The surprise on the sinner lord's face didn't seem faked.
His laughter, at this moment, sounded more like a cold laugh filled with contempt and sarcasm.
Faced with Fast's undeniable sincerity, Wendigo narrowed his eyes as if he had seen a funny joke, and then said, "So, you're going to tell me now that you fell in love with a strange witch after only a few meetings? Hasn't going to hell taught you foolish teenagers a lesson?"
Alastor's tone carried the condescending air of an elder reprimanding a junior, along with a hint of pretentious and affected regret.
"...But why wouldn't I fall in love with a woman who would notice even a chipped zipper on your shirt?"
Faced with the sinner lord's biting sarcasm and sarcastic nitpicking, Fast, who paid no attention to them, suddenly asked the scarlet devil in front of him, who considered himself an elder, this question calmly.
Then, he suddenly heard a faint sound, like an electric current being switched off.
The sinner lord, who always held the upper hand, silently and elegantly twirled his cane twice, then, like a highly experienced nobleman, casually responded:
“Because devils never share, much less fall in love with something as foolishly and blindly as you.” The Lord of Sin smiled, his expression a mixture of pleasure and displeasure. “Grow up, you naive brat.”
Alastor tapped the ground lightly with his cane, his tone languid.
"Shouldn't we listen to our elders more often, hmm?"
"—Let's not use our desires, which stem from mating, to say these nice things in a grand manner."
Accompanied by a low, descending tone, the sinner lord's utterly threatening "admonition" fell without any controversy.
However, when faced with a notorious tyrant and devil, Fast suddenly couldn't help but laugh.
He clenched his arms and looked at the radio demon beside him, who was leaning on a cane and whose thoughts were completely unfathomable.
Because of his reaction, the other person now seems a little annoyed and confused...
But the former is probably more common.
"The Broadcast Demon."
"You are indeed as elegant and terrifying as the rumors say."
"But to be honest..."
"Sinful Lord, you are truly pathetic, aren't you?"