"It has come to my attention that you failed to finish the task imposed to you successfully" The Demon King exclaimed, atop his pagoda that is furnished with what was necessary.
He looked down below the courtyards of his palace. Seeing it so empty where his family had gathered in the past, such beautiful scenes can no longer replay itself.
His form is now even more youthful, his wrinkles gone replaced with lively and white skin, his aging white hair rejuvenates and turned black once more. Exactly as how he looked once in the past as someone befits the title of the Seven Heavenly Prince.
Ages go by and through countless trials and error, he had finally reached the External Realm of his Cultivation entering the level of Encompassing stage which in turn, allows his Aura of deep crimson to pour down endlessly, creating a pool of blood beneath his feet wherever he goes.
The Demon King Wu Raijoo is the first in this Era to have become a Xiantian. Immortal bellow Heaven. Just one Realm away from godhood. Such joyous occasion should be held with a festival in his name, as his presence would someday illuminate the Earth in his Aura.
Yet now, he is in an extremely sour mood, and the reason for that is behind him.
Currently kowtowing, a figure can be seen. So scared, so afraid that the trembles of his bone can be heard.
The Demonic Sect has in total 5 branches of warriors.
The Warrior who is every single member of the Demonic Sect Army, commanded by the Nazawa Clan.
The Cloud specializes in assassination.
The Claw who is the Demon King and by extension the Wu Clan personal Army.
The Maw who responds only to the Heavenly Demon.
The Heart that is the medical apothecary, doctors and specialist of the Sect.
And the one behind him, the Fang who is covert and specializes in espionage.
Following the reveal of the Spirit King Sect meddling inside of the Demonic Sect prompted the Demon King to intensify the intelligence war between them.
Age may be peaceful, yet to not expecting your neighbor to become an enemy tomorrow is a fool's errand. At least knows how many weapons they have, how many warriors and just how strong they are even if you have no intention of fighting them.
Because it doesn't mean that they don't want to fight you too.
Such wisdom is one of the very few lessons he had learned from his accursed 'father'.
One relegating to the outside matter, becoming fearsome and menacing in the global theater is just another way to discourage attack of all means, at least significantly toning down the attack for those matters.
And this member of the Fang, not only did he fail to do what he was tasked for, that is infiltrating the court of the Spirit King Sect. He had intentionally fed the Demonic Sect, his own Sect and by extensions his family false information.
To some degree, Wu Raijoo may tolerate inadequacy so long as the individual who disappoints him makes sure not to fall into the same hole twice, yet he cannot, ever tolerate a liar, a deceiver and hypocrite.
"You declare that this Sect is your own…" he speaks, tone heavy with intent that its suffocating.
"You bow once upon the Wu Clan to which you serve your clay form for, twice in which to be subservient to all its proxies and thrice so to declare yourself a Fiend, one of us…" He finally turned his head to meet his bowed figure.
His form seems so small, so pathetic and weak it ripped his heart out with undisguised sheer Contempt just by looking at it.
"And yet you betray those three principles, committing filial impiety and an act of betrayal to not just me, but the Sect itself…"
Disappointment is just a word, what Wu Raijoo felt now cannot be described with mere words. It's a good thing that he himself notices his exploit before it sets off the Powder Keg.
Especially in this perilous time, even the smallest mistake could undo generational of build-up.
And right now, that responsibility falls unto the shoulder of this figure whose name Wu Raijoo cannot be bothered to remember.
"Be grateful that I'm the one who personally executes you"
"Mercy!"
The figure finally lets out a pathetic whimper, a plea of mercy unbefitting of the so called 'Demonic'
"Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!" each word filled with pressure and empty hopes, maybe, just maybe the Demon King might change his mind.
Yet a monarch must be resolute.
What kind of King goes back on his words?
Wu Raijoo eyes glow bright crimson, bathing the already crimson office in even brighter pale red.
The figures form writhe, his skin bulging and retracting with such violent movement that his pores excrete blood.
"Aughhh" the figure contorts in pain; he wanted to writhe yet something inside him refuse to let his body move.
Amidst the torturous pain, the Crimson Glare of Wu Raijoo compels the Blood Worm inside of the figure to writhe, contort, bites into whatever organs it was on. As it slowly moves to his brain, with each wriggle his organ burst into blood.
"Cough…ahghhhh,, asjdasdeakefmdcnkjnsjkefj"
BOOM
Before his head explodes into a mass of gore, splattering its flesh in Wu Raijoo's office.
The room was cast into silence, no longer accompanied by the torturous scream of a man who not only failed his Sect but actively trying to drown it.
Wu Raijoo looked at the headless corpse with solemn gaze, it didn't hide his disdain and contempt, yet it softens a bit that he appears mournful.
His hands then moved up to his face and cleared it of any spilled blood. He moved back towards the window, looking down into the same courtyard. Yet it hardly changes, the grey stone and harden white bricks cracked with time appear as timeless as ever.
Wu Raijoo 'Tarnished River Body than began to absorb the carcass, its blood and disjointed flesh, liquifying it before it disappears beneath the cloud of deep crimson that is his Aura.
For Wu Raijoo, the Tarnished River manifests itself as the power to absorb Life Energy, no matter if its blood, flesh or even bodily fluids and use it as its own, a practice that sometimes, only cannibalism can do the same.
"I wonder, if it manifests the same way in you… Chen" his head wanders off into the distance, as if he can see the image of his son so perfectly.
"For me to cast you aside, I wonder if you finally resent me much like your other siblings…"
His mask, borne of necessity, has multiplied. So many persona he wore, so many figures he embodies that he had lost himself.
"…Pointless rumination brings no solace, I should decide on how I deal with the Elders" Wu Raijoo said as with a mere gesture, he closes the windows door. Casting the room into darkness where only his crimson eyes shines through.