“I hope you do.”

Nero was surprised; He thought Emilia would react or at least say something, but she didn’t.

“How did you kill those knights?”

Emilia’s eyes were closed when Nero killed them, and it was dark, so even if she had tried to see— she wouldn’t be able to see anything. And the sound of the rain and the lightning was overlapping the screams of those knights, so Emilia couldn’t hear anything either.

She was curious how he killed them— something was awakening inside Emilia. She was becoming a true fallen angel now.

“I couldn’t kill them slowly as I wanted.”

Emilia looked up and asked again, “How did you kill those knights?”

Nero sighed and hugged Emilia, then spoke, “First, I cast a spell that made them a million times sensitive— even a normal poke would make them wish to die.”

“Then, I ripped their skin, ruptured their muscles, plucked out their tongues, gouged their eyeballs, shattered all of their bones into small pieces, crushed their bollocks, cracked their skulls, melted their brains, and then chopped them into pieces.”

Even though what Nero said was undoubtedly the most gruesome thing, Emilia had no change in her reaction. It was as though it didn’t affect her— even a little.

This time, Nero expected to hear something like ‘It was too cruel’ or ‘Why did you kill them like this? You could have given them a painless death!’— But, instead, Emilia smiled.

“Emilia?” He called her name.

“I am weak, and I am just dragging you down.” Emilia smiled wryly.

“That’s not true. Trust me; you are strong. So stop with this inferiority complex of yours.”

“But… it’s true. I haven’t done anything to help you.”

Nero frowned and said with a serious look on his face, “By having you on my side is enough for me. And don’t you dare say you are useless; your body is good enough for me to enjoy. And your moans are a pleasure to my ears.”

Emilia curled up Nero’s lips from both sides with her thumbs and touched his fangs. “I was happy when you said the first line, and then you ruined it by saying the next one.”

“Heh!” Nero chuckled, then scoffed. “If someone saw all this, they would call me a ‘simp’ for sure.”

Emilia gave Nero a confused look, then rolled her eyes as though she didn’t care about it.

‘Something is wrong with Emilia’s body. She is strong, and there is no doubt about it. I can feel how strong she is, so why can’t she utilize her powers? No… it’s not that she can’t use her powers; it’s her body that is not letting her use her powers.’

Nero touched Emilia’s face and rubbed his thumb on her cheek. ‘She is an angel in human skin. Her human body is her weakness.’

Emilia placed her hand on Nero’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Maybe I can train you?”

Emilia’s mouth opened, and her jaw dropped after hearing that.

“Really?! Will you really train me and teach me how to use my powers?” Emilia questioned with a resolute expression on her face.

Nero smirked and then squeezed Emilia’s breasts. “I was talking about your sex skills.”

Emilia stared at Nero, then slowly puffed her cheeks as she turned her face to the side and muttered, “I will learn it anyway.”

After looking at Emilia’s puffed-up cheeks, Nero had a sudden urge to lick Emilia, so he licked Emilia’s cheek.

Emilia was taken aback but didn’t seem to mind it and then said, “Were you trying to kiss me?”

“No… I,” Nero gulped down as he gazed at Emilia’s lips. “I suddenly feel thirsty… for your blood.”

“You want to drink my blood?” Emilia asked to confirm.

Nero nodded and licked his lips.

It was Nero’s first time having a sudden urge to drink blood.

“What if I die? You said if I lose my remaining blood, I will die.”

“You won’t die as long as my blood is in your body.”

“I won’t mind dying for you” Emilia smiled and rolled up her sleeve.

“What are you doing?”

“Aren’t you going to drink my blood?” Emilia answered as she brought her hand in front of Nero’s face.

“I want to drink it in an old classic way,” Nero then pointed his gaze at Emilia’s neck.

Emilia lowered her hand and pondered for a while, then looked at Nero. “Is it possible to drink blood through lips? That way, I can kiss you too.”

Nero touched Emilia’s face, and Emilia leaned then rested her face on Nero’s palm. Nero slowly moved his face towards Emilia’s neck as his fangs got bigger and bit her neck.

“Ahm!” Emilia grunted at first but soon started moaning as Nero sucked her blood.

Emilia kept moaning, but after a while, her moaning stopped.

“Zeus,” As Nero was sucking Emilia’s blood, he heard someone calling his name— his real name.

Nero stopped drinking Emilia’s blood and looked in the direction the voice came from.

There was the same hooded figure Nero saw earlier— standing at the end of the cliff.

There was Emilia’s blood on Nero’s lips, so he licked his lips and asked, “Who are you?”

“I am the last will of your mother— her last remains. I was looking after you for all these years.”

“Oh, were you now? Then how about you go back to where you came from?” Nero said nonchalantly.

“Zeus, my son.”

Nero stared at the figure for a while, then sighed and nodded in an unusual manner.

“You said ‘when there is darkness, there shall be light’, and guess what? You were right. There was light. But I can’t live in that light anymore.”

“Was it too bright for you?” the figure asked.

“Yeah,” Nero nodded as he gulped down, “It was so bright that it blinded me.”

“So you will turn to the darkness now?”

“Someone who was born in darkness can only survive in darkness,” Nero answered.

“Do you know what lies beyond the darkness?” the figure’s voice was getting low with every sentence.

“No, but I would like to know. And I will eventually know and see it with my eyes.”

“I see.”