Liquidation: From Big Boss to Bloody Demon Sauce Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Jealousy

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After finishing up with the disturbance in the northern sector of the Dark Glade, Luriel made her way back down south. She fully expected to feel Visthal’s essence return to her upon his death, a familiar tug in her gut that signaled a failed creation, but that had yet to happen. Not that she was worried. Even if a rogue creature or a wandering succubus did somehow capture him, Luriel would just track them down and kill them all—her pathetic pawn included, as punishment for failure. Still, Grimora should have made short work of him. What truly bothered Luriel, gnawing at her usually unshakable confidence, was her complete lack of understanding of what had actually happened when she created Visthal. Normally, the process was an exact science of desire. She would pleasure herself until climax, releasing a fountain of her essence. That glowing birthing liquid would then take form, drawing on the raw Ether of the realm to create a new demon carefully molded exactly as she had imagined in her mind. The result was always a perfect, loyal servant ready to blindly follow her orders. Creating Visthal had been entirely different. Instead of imagining a powerful new demon fueled by lust, she had channeled her frustration, her blinding anger, and her deep-seated hatred into the birthing liquid. This was a specialized, volatile ability she had discovered during her centuries of searching for her home world. It was supposed to be her ultimate gift to the Demon King, a way to forge weapons of pure malice. But after Markon had cast her aside, she had kept the knowledge to herself, letting her bitterness stew. But when she tried to use it, something had gone terribly wrong. Nothing had formed. Her juices had simply splashed onto the cold stone floor. To top it off, she had been preparing for an explosive release of energy from between her legs—one that should have left her physically spent and dehydrated—but she had barely produced a puddle! She had watched in disgust as the puddle turned a muted red, then became splashed with streaks of white, mimicking her own skin and hair. At that moment, Luriel had strongly considered stepping on it, squashing the pathetic slime, and trying again. But a dark instinct told her the result would be exactly the same. Now, as she strolled through the eerie, glowing landscape of the Dark Glade, she couldn't shake off her nagging doubts. Deep down, she knew something was fundamentally unique about Visthal. Unorthodox as his creation was, merging her hatred and frustration into a life force had certainly imbued him with unpredicted skills. It was a completely experimental process. She had no precedent to rely upon, besides some ancient scraps of parchment written by a lesser demon who had made a life out of studying her kind. She had consumed the demon and absorbed the pages hoping the knowledge would seamlessly transfer to her mind, but that had proven to be a frustratingly false assumption. A part of her found the entire situation deeply unnerving. As a creature of habit and order, Luriel appreciated the known variables. She liked knowing what was coming, allowing her to meticulously plan her moves and strategies. Visthal was an element of surprise she hadn’t bargained for, and it both intrigued and irked her. “Grimora, I hope you taught that little stain a lesson he won't forget," she muttered to herself, her eyes unnaturally glinting in the glade's dim light. Soon, the heavy sounds of combat reached her ears. Peering through the twisted, labyrinthine trees, she saw Visthal's two-headed beast battling Grimora's summoned demons. Their roars echoed in the otherwise silent darkness. Grimora stood at a distance, engaged in what looked like an intense verbal confrontation with Visthal. His small, gelatinous shape stood in stark contrast to her potent, alluring form. “Interesting…” Luriel mused, concealing her presence as she watched Visthal hold his ground. Suddenly, Grimora appeared to drop her cruel smirk. Her en