The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 712 - 711: All Matters Should Be Handled at Once.

Sullivan Knoth, a man who had committed a great many terrible atrocities, sincerely believed that he was doing righteous work. He was convinced that he heard the voice of God, who had chosen him as a shepherd, a saint called to lead people to the gates of paradise. Believing in his divine election, Sullivan used all his charisma to convince people to follow him.Very quickly, he gathered a crowd of followers around him and created a settlement where everyone unquestioningly listened to his every word, almost venerating him as a saint. Using his position, Sullivan took everything from people: not only their lives, but also what was most precious to them. And even in such cases, people did not resist him — they simply continued to blindly follow him.

But now all of that was gone. Everything Sullivan had achieved had turned to ashes in an instant. His entire flock had been killed, the woman who unquestioningly carried out his every order and killed anyone who dared to rebel against him was also dead. The community and the church, which had become his home and stronghold of power, were now burning with bright flames that quickly spread in all directions. And Sullivan himself was fleeing to save his life.

Despite his very fat body, Sullivan could run quite fast, escaping from whoever was pursuing him. He raced through the cornfields, holding a gas lantern in his hands. Every step made his fat body tremble, and sweat streamed down his skin, causing his blood-soaked cassock to stick to his body.

Sullivan's pants were completely soaked in blood after his manhood had been torn off. This was one of the first punishments he had received for all the deeds he had committed in the past. The pain drove him insane, but he did not stop for a moment, continuing to run forward. He knew that if he stopped, something much more terrible awaited him. And he had already experienced it firsthand.

Feeling unbearable pain and severe shortness of breath, Sullivan continued to run with difficulty. His body trembled, his senses gradually dulled, and his mind was empty. Only one thought remained — he had to run, otherwise he would end up in the hands of the monster again. Reaching the grain silo, Sullivan leaned his back against the wall and quickly extinguished the gas lantern so as not to give himself away.

Tearing his dirty cassock, he pressed the piece of fabric to his groin. The pain was so unbearable that it nearly drove him mad and at the same time kept him from losing consciousness. But he knew he would not die, no matter how much blood he lost. He had already learned that from personal experience.

While trying to bandage the wound, Sullivan heard the rustling of leaves. The corn leaves trembled as if people were moving through them. Seeing this, Sullivan realized he had been found. And a moment later, those who had once been his flock emerged from the corn stalks. Their bodies were mutilated and broken: torn mouths, shattered limbs.

But even in such a state, these people continued to move very quickly, pursuing him. The most terrifying thing was their eyes, filled with unrelenting rage directed specifically at him. Sullivan knew this was another end for him. He had failed to escape again. And that did not scare him. What truly terrified Sullivan was something else entirely. What really frightened him was the impossibility of dying.

The first few times, he had tried to negotiate, as usual trying to make these people side with him. And only after his fat body had been torn to pieces several times did he understand that those standing before him were no longer people.

They had become beasts, thirsting for his flesh and life. Looking at the slowly approaching people, Sullivan began frantically thinking of how to escape. Clutching the gas lantern in his hands, he carefully turned it on. The light from the lantern immediately illuminated the dark cornfield.

"Don't come near me! You are my property! You must obey only me! I am your Shepherd! I am the one who must lead you! Only by following me can you reach the gates of paradise!" Sullivan screamed hysterically, waving the gas lantern in an attempt to drive away his resurrected flock.

Swinging the lantern, Sullivan threw it into the corn stalks, hoping it would help him. The gas lantern flew into the thicket and shattered against a stone. The flame burning inside quickly ignited the dry stalks. And a moment later, the fire began to spread in all directions, devouring everything in its path.

The flames spread to the mutilated bodies of Sullivan's followers, but they paid no attention to the fact that their bodies were burning. A moment later, the burning bodies twitched as if receiving a command. At the same moment, they pounced on Sullivan and quickly knocked his fat carcass to the ground.

Sullivan screamed, trying to break free from their grip and waving his thick arms. He felt the flames from their bodies set his cassock on fire, felt their broken fingers digging into his flesh. He felt them slowly devouring his body piece by piece.

And this was not the first time Sullivan's life had ended in this way. For him, this nightmare had begun an hour ago, and it had been a very long hour of endless pain, fear, and despair. An hour ago, Sullivan had had everything: a flock, money, power.

But all of it had quickly disappeared when he encountered a real monster that would not let him die. It had all started with a conversation on the central square of the community, when the talk turned to a game that Sullivan did not want to play. But he simply had no choice.

At that moment, his body was mutilated, his head smashed, and thick splinters were sticking out of his face, embedded in his skin. Sullivan's eyes were filled with his own blood as he looked at the creature devouring his flock, his head pressed against the old well with such force that he felt his skull cracking.

"So, since we've made a deal. It's time to start our fun game," Alex said, removing his foot from Sullivan's face.

"Please, let me go. I'll disappear… I won't do anything anymore… I promise I'll change. I'll repent for all my sins," Sullivan began to beg, trying to grab Alex's leg.

"Get your filthy hands off me, pig. Repent? Disappear? Change? Ha, don't make me laugh, you scum! You should have died back then on the testing ground!" Alex shouted, kicking Sullivan in the face.

From Alex's kick, Sullivan's head snapped back, and he hit the back of his head against the edge of the well again. From the impact, a ringing sounded in Sullivan's ears, and everything became blurry before his eyes. Trying to come to his senses, Sullivan shook his head. But as soon as the ringing began to fade, he received another kick to the face.

Sullivan's head snapped back again, and he hit the back of his head against the edge of the well once more. But this time he felt his skull crack at the back of his head, and blood began to flow from the wound. Feeling intense pain and weakness, Sullivan covered his head with his hands, trying to protect himself.

"Please, enough! I'll do whatever you ask. I'll give you everything! You want money — I'll give it! I can give you anything you ask, just let me go!" Sullivan screamed, covering his fat face with his hands to hide from Alex.

Alex looked at the cowering Sullivan at his feet, trembling. And the more he looked, the angrier he became. What especially angered Alex were Sullivan's words. Alex knew that people like this were the most cowardly. And it only caused him even greater disgust toward Sullivan.

Holding back his rage, Alex squatted down and grabbed Sullivan by the hair. Sullivan resisted with all his strength, grabbing at anything he could, just to avoid looking into Alex's eyes. Seeing Sullivan's resistance, Alex pulled his hair harder and sharply slammed his face into the ground several times.

After several blows, Sullivan's arms went limp, and he could no longer resist. Alex sharply pulled Sullivan's hair back, tilting his head enough for their eyes to meet.

"If you want to change everything, bring back to life the children you killed with your own hands. Can you bring back to life all those women you raped, tortured, and cut unborn fetuses from their wombs? Do it! Right now!" Alex shouted, continuing to pull Sullivan by the hair.

Looking into Alex's eyes filled with rage, Sullivan began to tremble again. Sullivan's lips quivered as he tried to say at least a word in his defense. But all that came out of his mouth was a hoarse sound and blood. At that moment, Alex's anger reached its peak. No longer holding back his rage, Alex began punching Sullivan in the face.

Alex's fist sank into Sullivan's mouth with the crunch of broken teeth, tearing it apart. Pulling his fist out of the mouth, Alex began landing blow after blow on his face. Very quickly, Sullivan's face turned into a bloody mess from the continuous strikes. But this was not enough for Alex.

Still holding Sullivan by the hair, Alex began smashing his face against the edge of the well. Each impact of Sullivan's face against the edge of the well was accompanied by a disgusting crunch of bones and sprays of blood. No matter how much Alex maimed Sullivan, he did not die. Alex had no intention of giving Sullivan an easy death.

He continued smashing Sullivan's face against the edge of the well, constantly restoring him. Pulling Sullivan's hair again, Alex applied a little more force and slammed his face against the edge of the well once more. From the final blow, the well finally collapsed. But Sullivan never lost consciousness during all this time, fully feeling all the pain.

Alex's hands and face became even more covered in blood. Releasing Sullivan's hair, Alex took a cigarette from his pocket with a bloodied hand and brought it to his lips. Taking a drag, Alex looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath. He had almost lost control and nearly killed Sullivan too soon.

Lowering his gaze, Alex looked at Sullivan's fat carcass, who was trembling, lying in the dirt, covered in blood, urine, shit, and filth. Not wanting to touch this garbage anymore, Alex looked around and picked up a broken wooden pitchfork to turn over Sullivan's thick body.

"As I said. We'll continue. You have three and a half hours left until sunrise. If you can escape, I'll let you go, and you'll gain freedom. And if you can't escape… then even Hell will seem like a resort to you," Alex said, squatting down next to the blood-covered Sullivan.

Sullivan trembled upon hearing Alex's words. He didn't want to do anything; he simply wanted to live. The pain he had experienced during this time was simply terrible. And the worst part of it all was that he still hadn't died. Sullivan was sure that any other person in his place would have died long ago from such a number of wounds.

But Alex's words became hope for him to survive and start over. After all, that was how it had been in the past, when he had gone through a series of terrible trials to gain a chance at a new life. And this time he was ready to do it again. Only the desire to live became hope for Sullivan.

Looking down at Sullivan from above, Alex hid a smile behind a grim expression. Alex had always believed that giving false hope was the worst torture for any person. Only by believing that you can escape the nightmare can you force yourself, time after time, to throw yourself into danger.

"I see you're ready, you bastard. But you lack motivation. So I'll help you a little. Igloom," Alex said, extending his hand toward the dead residents of the community.

After Alex uttered the spell, the previously dead residents of the community began to twitch and instantly rose to their feet. Steam rose from their bodies, causing even their skin to redden, and their bloodshot eyes were filled with rage directed at Sullivan Knoth.

Seeing this, Sullivan's eyes widened in shock. He saw his dead flock come back to life. Before Sullivan could fully comprehend it, he felt himself being lifted by the collar. Feeling his feet no longer touching the ground, Sullivan looked at Alex, and before he could beg for forgiveness again, he was simply thrown into the center of the reanimated corpses.

Hitting his face against the dirt, Sullivan barely lifted his head and saw legs with bones sticking out and a pool of blood in which he lay. Raising his head, he met bloodshot eyes staring down at him from above.

"Have fun, you bastard… And as I said, I'll make you play. So… Spider. Eye. Lamb. Kill them all, Reagent 1616," Alex said calmly, slowly pronouncing each word and looking at Sullivan.

The three words Alex spoke were the key to activating the program embedded in Sullivan's subconscious when he had undergone the experiment conducted by the Murkoff Corporation. Every reagent who had passed the trials became a living weapon that would fight until it died or until the embedded program was completed.

And when those three words sounded, Sullivan's gaze glazed over, and he lost all his identity. At that same moment, Sullivan grabbed a stone lying nearby and quickly knocked down a reanimated cult member standing next to him. Knocking down the one who had been his follower, Sullivan began smashing the stone into his face.

While Sullivan killed one, the others pounced on him, beginning to tear his body apart. But he paid no attention — the subconscious program forced him to complete the task set before him. Despite all his wounds and the entrails that had spilled from his stomach, Sullivan continued to fight everyone who attacked him, using the stone he had picked up from the ground.

Alex, watching this, calmly sat down on the edge of the destroyed well and took a book from his inventory, turning on music on his phone for better effect. War, noticing that his food was fighting, let out a low growl and sat down next to his master. Reading the book and listening to the music, Alex paid no attention to what was happening ten meters away from him.

Turning the page, Alex looked up and saw that Sullivan had miraculously managed to kill everyone thanks to his bulky body. Sullivan's entrails lay at his feet, one arm hung by a piece of flesh, and his face looked as if someone had bitten a chunk out of it.

"Again," Alex said, snapping his fingers, healing Sullivan and reanimating all the killed cult members.

Sullivan's body instantly healed from all the wounds he had received. But along with the healing, the program embedded in his subconscious disappeared. Clutching the bloodied stone in his hands, Sullivan saw the corpses lying next to him begin to rise. Still clutching the bloodied brick, Sullivan began to back away, feeling fear.

He remembered nothing of what had happened a moment ago. But the sight of the reanimated dead truly frightened him. Sullivan began to back away and did not notice the pitchforks lying behind him, over which he tripped and fell. And as soon as his fat body fell into the dirt, the reanimated cult members immediately pounced on him, once again beginning to tear his body apart.

But this time he felt everything, and his scream echoed throughout the entire community. Alex calmly turned the page of his book and continued reading, listening to the screams and pleas of Sullivan that sounded in the background.

When Sullivan's voice began to fade, Alex snapped his fingers and healed his body again. Sullivan tried everything he could: pleas, persuasion, and everything that had helped him in the past. But time after time, his body was torn to pieces, beaten with blunt objects, stabbed, and burned. After the tenth time, Sullivan could no longer endure it and managed to break free from the grasp of the reanimated cult members.

Breaking free from the hands of those who had been his flock just an hour ago, Sullivan barely managed to run into a house, clutching his bloody groin. One of the reanimated cult members had torn off Sullivan's penis with his bare hands, and for him it was unbearable pain.

Feeling the reanimated cult members banging on the door, trying to break in, Sullivan looked around the room with a panicked gaze. Quickly pushing a cabinet to block the door, Sullivan grabbed a gas lantern and moved the bed aside.

Seeing a hatch under the bed, Sullivan barely managed to squeeze through it with his fat body to escape. Crawling through the tunnel with difficulty, scratching his hands and body on protruding nails, Sullivan barely managed to get out. Emerging from the hatch, Sullivan found himself in a barn where various things were stored.

Pushing a cabinet with tools onto the wooden hatch in the floor, Sullivan ran out of the barn, holding the lantern in front of him, and ran into the forest. Alex, sitting with the book on the edge of the well, calmly raised his gaze, looking in the direction where Sullivan had fled. Running his hand through his hair, Alex felt how matted it was from dried blood. Lowering his hand, Alex looked at his blood-covered palm and sighed.

"Without magic, it'll be hard to wash this off," Alex muttered tiredly, closing the book.

Closing the book, Alex left a bloody fingerprint on the cover and put it back in his inventory. Looking at his pet, Alex patted it on the snout to say goodbye. The skag named War let out a light growl, rubbing its snout against Alex's palm.

And a moment later, War began to sink into Alex's shadow, returning to the Red City, to its place of residence. Releasing his pet, Alex closed his eyes, enjoying the melody of the cello coming from his phone's speaker.

Gradually, the rhythm of the cello accelerated, and along with the melody, fire began to flare up in the wooden houses of the community. By the time the final chord of the cello sounded, the entire cult community of the Covenant of the New Ezekiel was blazing brightly. When the melody ended, Alex opened his eyes, looking at the bright fire around him.

"I'm done here. I need to finish with the rest of the idiots. And then I can go after that filthy pig. When he's run enough," Alex said, putting the phone in his pocket.

Getting up from the edge of the well, Alex stretched a little and lit a cigarette. Exhaling cigarette smoke, Alex disappeared from his spot, leaving behind a bright fire and a small black cube lying on the edge of the well, displaying a countdown. Meanwhile, Alex appeared near a tall tower that emitted a strange noise that could not be heard by ordinary human hearing.

Scratching his ear from the irritating sound, Alex touched the tower's support with his finger. As soon as Alex's finger touched the support, rust began to spread across it, quickly covering the entire tower. A short moment later, the entire radiation tower was covered in rust and began to collapse. Rusty beams and bolts began to fall down. But they did not reach the ground, turning to dust as they fell. The rusty beams falling toward Alex froze above his head before turning to dust, which was carried away by the wind.

"Using time magic on something that can simply be blown up… Becca would drool all over my face for that," Alex chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

At that same moment, Alex's phone made a sound of an incoming notification. Taking the phone out of his pocket, Alex opened the message and laughed. His cute green Gremlin had sent him a tongue emoji, showing that she was watching right now. Chuckling, Alex turned to the flying fairy-drone Navi and blew a kiss to the camera.

This message lifted Alex's mood a little, but he still had work to finish. Putting the phone back in his pocket, Alex took out earphones from his pocket and inserted them into his ears.

Singing along to the music, Alex walked away with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. Swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music, Alex took another step and immediately left the area where the radiation tower had previously stood. In the next moment, Alex appeared near the entrance to old abandoned mines.

"You're all I can think of. Every drop I drink up. You're my soda pop. My little soda pop…" Alex sang, swaying slightly at the entrance to the old mine.

Alex was not embarrassed that he was singing such music while dancing, completely covered in blood. Continuing to sing and dance, Alex suddenly spun around and struck the wall of the old mine. The wall immediately became covered in cracks that began to spread deep into the mine.

Paying no attention to this, Alex continued to dance and spun around again, striking the other wall of the old mine with the back of his hand. Cracks quickly began to spread across the walls of the mine, going deeper and deeper.

"Cool me down, you're so hot. Pour me up, I won't stop. You're my soda pop. My little soda pop…" Alex continued singing, standing with his back to the old mine.

When the song came to an end, the old mine behind Alex began to collapse, and huge stones began to fall from the ceiling, blocking the passage. Finishing the song, Alex raised his palm to the night sky, pronouncing the final words. And as soon as the music in his earphones stopped, he heard a crash behind him.

Turning his head toward the sound of the crash, Alex just shrugged and turned on the next song. Alex had destroyed this old mine because those who had broken away from the Covenant of the New Ezekiel lived in it — heretics who craved the birth of the Antichrist.

Holding the phone in his hands to choose the next song, Alex used magical vision to make sure that all the heretics in the mine were dead, including their strange androgynous leader. Seeing the number of corpses crushed by stones in the collapsed mine, Alex blinked a couple of times and looked away.

"Next are these rotting bastards… Baby I love you, but I can't deny. That I would leave you for an apple pie…" Alex said, turning on the next song on his phone.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Alex continued singing and took a step forward. In the next moment, Alex appeared in the forest near a small ruined village. An disgusting stench of rotting corpses, excrement, and other foul smells immediately hit Alex's nose, forming a terrible mixture together.

Holding his breath, Alex jumped onto a branch and began moving above, making his way to the small village where the Scalled lived. The people living in this place were Sullivan's followers, but because their bodies were literally rotting due to an abundance of diseases, they had all been expelled from the main community and therefore settled nearby in the forest.

Standing on the branch, Alex looked down and saw people lying on the dirty ground, rotting alive, while the rest of the residents of this rotting village walked past them. What caused Alex even more disgust was that all these lepers washed themselves in one large puddle of water.

"Better not touch anything here. Of course, I won't get sick… But fuck, that's disgusting," Alex said with revulsion, looking at everything happening below.

Suppressing his disgust, Alex raised his hand and snapped his fingers. At that same moment, all the lepers exploded in a bloody firework. But this was not enough for Alex; he believed everything needed to be cleansed. Raising his index finger, Alex used fire magic. A small black fireball appeared on the tip of Alex's index finger and immediately flew to the center of the settlement.

Everywhere the black fireball flew, everything instantly ignited, turning to ash in a moment. Everything within a radius of hundreds of meters turned into a scorched wasteland. Even the tree on which Alex had previously stood disappeared, turning to ash and leaving him standing in the air.

"I hope the piggy has run enough. After all, everything he built is now gone," Alex chuckled, shaking his head to the rhythm of the music.

In the next moment, Alex appeared on a burning cornfield. Alex lowered his gaze downward and saw a pile of burning bodies lying near the grain silo. Sitting down on the edge of the ledge, Alex pulled one leg under himself, resting his elbow on his knee. Among the pile of burning bodies lay the thick body of Sullivan Knoth, engulfed in flames.

Sullivan's face was frozen in a silent scream because the flames had burned his throat, and he could no longer make any sound. But he was still alive, even when his body was covered with a black crust from the fire. Tapping his finger on his cheek, Alex blew lightly, and the entire surrounding fire instantly went out.

The smell of burning bodies and scorched grass immediately hit Alex's nose. Sullivan tried to breathe, but every breath caused him agony. He did not understand why he was still alive even when his body was practically burned and torn apart by the hands of his own followers. Through the burned skin on Sullivan's face, the outlines of his skull could be seen, and the only thing that remained intact in Sullivan's body was his eyes, with which he could still see.

Looking at the sky, Sullivan saw a face hidden in shadow and rainbow eyes that looked at him without any emotion, as if he were just an insignificant parasite who did not even deserve attention or compassion. Sullivan opened and closed his mouth, trying to say at least a word. But his vocal cords were burned. All he wanted was death, to finally be rid of this pain.

"How do you like my curse of life, Sullivan…? You probably didn't know that the worst thing is not death, it's life in torment," Alex said, jumping down from the grain silo.

Through the pain, Sullivan's thick body began to tremble again. He understood why he could not die from all the wounds he had received. Sullivan began to beg for death, looking at Alex. He simply wanted to die. Alex yawned slightly, ignoring Sullivan's gaze, and took a bag of salt from his inventory.

When Sullivan saw what Alex had taken out, his eyes widened in fear. Seeing the fear and reluctance appear in Sullivan's eyes once again, Alex just smiled and lifted the bag of salt. Alex positioned the bag of salt directly above Sullivan and immediately cut it open.

Salt began to pour onto Sullivan's body, causing another wave of convulsions from pain. Sullivan began to writhe on the ground and twist like a slug sprinkled with salt. Pouring the entire bag of salt onto Sullivan's body, Alex threw the empty bag aside and squatted down.

"Come on, little Sally. You only have two hours left to endure, and you'll be free. Just two hours of torture and incomparable pain, and you'll be free. You remember the conditions of our game, right?" Alex said in a cheerful tone, bringing his finger to Sullivan's eye.

Seeing the finger hovering over his eye, overcoming the pain, Sullivan began to shake his head, trying not to let Alex's finger pierce his eye. Seeing Sullivan shaking his head from side to side, Alex just laughed, continuing to hold his finger directly above Sullivan's eye. Alex was amused by how desperately Sullivan resisted, despite his burned body that looked like a piece of coal.

"You don't want to lose an eye… How cute. Then why did you gouge out Abigail's eyes? What didn't you like about that child's eyes?" Alex said in a gentle tone, plunging his finger into Sullivan's eye socket.

Feeling the finger plunge into his eye socket, Sullivan began to tremble again, trying to let out a scream that would help him endure the pain. But all he could do was open his mouth in a silent scream, listening to the devilish laughter that sounded next to him. Feeling the pain, Sullivan once again began to wonder what he had done to deserve all this, because he had done what God had commanded him. He had simply followed the prophecy that God had sent him.

"Hey, no reminiscing. We're only here and now, you pathetic bastard. You're asking what you did to deserve this. A lot of things… And now let's spend our last two hours productively," Alex said, punching Sullivan in the face.

Upon hearing Alex's words, a spark of hope flashed for a moment in Sullivan's remaining eye. He believed that by enduring two hours of hellish pain, he would be able to survive. And if he could survive, he would be able to start over. He sincerely believed this. But what he did not know was that no one was going to let him go. And Alex had no intention of telling him that until the two hours of fun came to an end with the sunrise.

To be continued...

(Anyway, I decided not to drag out all this nonsense with the cultists and all that. I just don't have the patience to let that fat bastard live any longer. I didn't even want to show all the other bastards. They're just annoying. One guy or a woman, whatever it is, I don't know. Let them fuck off. As for those rotting incest lovers, let them fuck off too. And that leaves only Sullivan, who had to deal with Alex. Hehe. I'm going to go eat. Peace, love, and pink cats.)

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