Extra Pages: The Author's Odyssey
Chapter 222: The game of survival

Sable descended slowly, his wings folding with a graceful elegance. He chuckled once again, the sound sending shivers through the tense atmosphere. "You see, Vorath, I may not have orchestrated this chaos, but I certainly didn't mind taking advantage of it."

The ground beneath Vorath rumbled as if mirroring the tumult within him. "Advantage? What game are you playing, Sable?"

With a sly grin, Sable responded, "The game of survival, my dear Vorath. I know you're weakened, and these rebels, though feeble, provided a perfect distraction for me to approach you."

Vorath's eyes narrowed, a storm brewing within. "Approach me? For what purpose?"

"I heard your only contractor dead thus resulting in this pitiful state." Sable ignoring Vorath continues, At hearing what Sable said Vorath nothing wants more than to kill him.

However, he could not do it...at least until his original strength came back.

'If only Samuel wasn't dead...' Vorath caught angrily.

Glancing at Vorath who seemed to have lost all reason to live, Sable amusingly said

'It's time…'

"Listen here, Patriarch…I may have a clue with regards to who was responsible for your little puppy's death"

Snapping his head in Sable's direction, Vorath's face became ferocious. His body suddenly became revitalized as the ground around him shook.

-Rumble!

"Who? You better not be playing tricks on me…"

"I'm not playing any tricks, because of him I also lost my contractor and lost a portion of my strength," Sable said to Vorath.

Vorath eyes widened at the realization that someone like Sable forged a contract with a human.

"But unlike you who forged tier {III} contract with your human, I only forged contract of tier {I} the lowest level. That's why I only lost a small part of my strength when my contractor died."

A demon contract that turned humans into fallen humans has a tier from {I} to {V} tier. Vorath had signed a contract with Samul of tier {III}.

If demons signed higher-tier contracts humans with humans they would receive great strength from them and they could control their minds to some extent however there is also a drawback to this if a Contractor of a higher tier died then the demon would receive a strong backlash in their strength.

Just like Vorath, who signed a tier {III} contract with Samuel.

When Samual died he received a huge backlash and because of that backlash not only his weekend but he also couldn't break through to [S-] rank.

Sable on the other hand only signed a tier {I} contract with Tony thus when Tony died Sable only received a small backlash in his strength.

"Don't try to mock me, Sable, tell me what you said earlier about you knowing who killed Samuel is true or not?" Vorath spat in anger.

He knows that he should not have been greedy knowing the risk however Vorath gives in to greed signing a contract with Samual.

"Oh! I know who he is. Here take this."

-Swoosh!

"Huh? What's this?"

Catching the picture with his hands, Vorath glanced at it. On it, a picture of a youth with golden hair and deep forest-green eyes appeared. In the picture, he was seen wearing a casual set of clothes, walking in a busy shopping district.

Glancing at Sable, Vorath questioningly asked

"Who is this?"

Smiling, Sable didn't respond.

-Fwap!

Extending his enormous bat-like wings, he slowly levitated in the air.

"Well, I guess that's it for me, I hope you resolve your little problem"

"Wait"

Ignoring Vorayh's voice, levitating in the air, Sable flew in the air. Soon he disappeared into the distance.

Helplessly watching Sable fly in the distance, Vorath stared at the picture in his hand.

"So you are the one…"

-Fuuuua!

Burning the picture in his hand, Vorath slowly stood up. Stumbling a couple of steps, he deeply etched the image of the boy in the picture.

"You will have to bear the consequences of my wrath! Just wait, and I'll come for you."

As the flames consumed the image of the golden-haired youth, Vorath's eyes burned with an intense resolve. The air around him crackled with suppressed fury as he muttered to himself, "Your days are numbered, and your existence will be extinguished by the fires of my vengeance."

The remnants of the burned picture fluttered away like ashes carried by the wind, a symbolic precursor to the storm that Vorath was about to unleash upon the one responsible for Samuel's death.

The red sky overhead mirrored the anger within Vorath's heart as he clenched his fists. The ground beneath him trembled, responding to the surge of dark energy emanating from the Patriarch of the Malic clan.

With newfound determination, Vorath spread his demonic wings, their black feathers absorbing the crimson glow of the sky. He ascended into the air, a formidable silhouette against the backdrop of destruction and chaos.

"I will replace you, and I will make you pay," Vorath declared, his voice resonating with a chilling promise. The demons who had witnessed the recent events cowered in fear, sensing the impending tempest that would be unleashed upon the one who dared to cross the path of the Malic clan's patriarch.

As Vorath soared through the crimson-lit sky, he pondered the revelation brought by Sable. The image of the golden-haired youth haunted his thoughts, and a mixture of anger and determination fueled his flight towards a destiny entwined with revenge.

Meanwhile, in the distant realm where shadows whispered secrets and ancient powers lurked, the golden-haired youth sensed a disturbance in the fabric of demonic energy. Unbeknownst to him, the storm of vengeance was approaching, and the sins of the past were about to catch up with the present.

Vorath, guided by the burning flame of retribution, carved through the air like a vengeful spirit. His pursuit was relentless, and his heart echoed with the rhythm of revenge, a symphony of impending doom for the one responsible for the death of Samuel and the weakening of the Malic clan's patriarch.

The golden-haired youth, unaware of the looming threat, continued his existence in the human realm, oblivious to the gathering tempest that would soon shatter the tranquility of his world.

As the red sky bore witness to the unfolding drama between demons and destiny, Vorath, fueled by rage and determination, embarked on a quest for justice that would reshape the balance of power in the demonic realm. The echoes of his oath reverberated through the chaotic landscape, a harbinger of the storm that awaited the one who had incurred the wrath of the Malic clan.