Crimson Overlord-Chapter 375: I did it for fun

As Alastor contemplated his sinister plan, a sudden burst of lightning illuminated the room, temporarily blinding him. When his vision returned, he was shocked to find a second presence in the room.

A man, his hair as black as night and his eyes a piercing crimson, sat in the chair beside him. It was Orpheus, who had overheard Alastor’s sinister plan.

Alastor shuddered, a cold chill running down his spine. He had never encountered anyone who emitted such a dangerous aura. Even his father, the duke, could not match the intensity of this man’s presence. Alastor realized with a jolt that he was in grave danger.

Orpheus, his eyes fixed on Alastor, spoke calmly. "So that was your plan," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "To devour the Morningstar family."

Alastor’s heart pounded in his chest. He tried to find the words to defend himself, but his voice was trembling. He knew that he was outmatched, that he was no match for this terrifying stranger.

Orpheus stood up, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "You will pay for your crimes," he said, his voice cold and menacing.

Alastor tried to flee, but Orpheus was too quick. With a single movement, Orpheus grabbed Alastor by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Alastor struggled, his face turning purple, but he was powerless against Orpheus’s strength.

Orpheus held Alastor aloft for a moment, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed Alastor out the window. The young master of the second strongest family plummeted into the darkness below, his screams echoing through the night.

With Alastor’s demise, Orpheus’s true nature was revealed. His face morphed into a demonic mask, his eyes glowing with a sinister light. A cruel smile spread across his lips as he contemplated his next move.

Orpheus picked up the sword lying beside his bed, its blade shimmering with a deadly glint. With a maniacal laugh, he stepped out of the room, his eyes filled with a murderous intent.

He began his rampage, slaughtering the servants and guards of the Baal mansion. The once-peaceful halls were now filled with the sound of screams and the clash of steel. Blood splattered the walls, creating a macabre scene of carnage.

Orpheus revelled in the violence, his thirst for blood insatiable. He slaughtered without mercy, his sword a deadly instrument of death. The mansion was transformed into a slaughterhouse, a testament to Orpheus’s cruelty.

As the sun rose, casting its first rays of light into the mansion, the carnage was complete. The once-proud Baal family was no more, their blood staining the floors of their own home. Orpheus, his face smeared with blood, stood amidst the carnage, a chilling smile playing on his lips. His plan had been a success, and he had emerged victorious.

Duke Morpheus, the patriarch of the Baal family, arrived at the mansion to find it a scene of carnage. His family members lay lifeless, their blood staining the floors and walls. Fury consumed him as he witnessed the destruction wrought by the intruder.

When he saw Orpheus, disguised as Alastor, his eyes narrowed. He immediately recognized the imposter, his years of experience and intuition guiding him.

"Why did you do this?" Morpheus roared, his voice filled with rage. "Why did you kill my family?"

Orpheus, his eyes glinting with a sinister light, chuckled. "Because it’s fun, I did it for fun!" he replied, his voice dripping with contempt.

Morpheus’s blood boiled. This creature, this imposter, had dared to slaughter his family. He would pay dearly for his crimes.

With a roar, Morpheus unleashed his full strength. Level 2 strength surged through him, his body glowing with a fiery aura. Purple flames danced around him as he summoned his sword from the void. The sword, a weapon of immense power, hummed with energy.

Orpheus, sensing the approaching danger, readied himself for battle. He summoned his own sword, a weapon of pure darkness. The sky dimmed instantly, the world around them bathed in an eerie twilight.

Morpheus charged at Orpheus, his sword raised high. Orpheus met him with a clash of steel, the two warriors locked in a fierce duel. Their blades clashed and sparks flew, the sound of their battle echoing through the mansion.

The air was thick with tension as the two titans fought. Morpheus, fueled by his rage, unleashed a barrage of attacks. Orpheus, his movements fluid and precise, parried each strike.

The battle raged on, a clash of wills and power. The mansion trembled as their blows shook the foundations. The servants, who had hidden in the basement, watched in horror as the two powerful beings fought.

As the battle raged on, Orpheus began to sense a change in the duke. His aura was growing weaker, his movements slower. Orpheus knew that he was winning, that he had the upper hand.

With a final, powerful strike, Orpheus disarmed the duke. The duke’s sword clattered to the ground, and he stood there, defenseless.

Orpheus looked down at the fallen duke, his eyes filled with a cold, calculating gaze. He knew that he had to finish the job.

With a swift motion, Orpheus drew his sword and plunged it into the duke’s heart. The duke let out a final, agonized scream before collapsing to the ground, dead.

The battle was over, and Orpheus had emerged victorious. The Morningstar dynasty was truly extinguished, its legacy erased forever. As he stood amidst the carnage, Orpheus felt a sense of satisfaction. He had achieved his goal, and he had proven himself to be the most powerful demon in the realm.

But as he looked around at the destruction he had caused, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Had he gone too far? Had he become something he had once despised?

Orpheus shook his head, dismissing the thought. He was a predator, a hunter. He existed to consume, to destroy. And he had done his job well.

With a final glance at the fallen duke, Orpheus turned and left the mansion. He had a friend to rescue and while at it, a new empire to build, a new dynasty to establish. And he was determined to make it a dynasty that would be feared and respected for generations to come. Creating Chaos was the first time, in the next days the demon realm would be plunged in chaos, because one of strongest families, the second strongest family was eradicated in one night.