Twin Reincarnation: Epics Of The Worldline

[El's POV: ]

Burning this bastard whole wasn't something we cannot do.

He would die for real if we just threw his body in a pit of fire. Yes, it would take time thanks to his fire-resistant demonic body but he would certainly feel that utterly agonizing pain of his entire being burning down like a log of charcoal set aflame for a barbecue.

But that would be something that happened in hell... the real one we had in this world.

Yeah. There was an actual hell with actual scary things happening in that place.

People were cooked, fried, sliced, holed, frozen, broken, cut into many pieces then reattached in the wrong way... all that happened in that place, but, as we knew, those things done only to one's mental body weren't as painful as what he was feeling right now.

In hell, you would be dead or in soul form, and your body or the soul body that we trained in the workplace. You wouldn't feel the same pain as the one that this pig is in right now.

Feeling direct physical pain was something that was only possible in this place and that was the very reason these demon bastards liked all the torture that happened.

Just like all the tags in popular media, there was a special (tag) of torture in the streams that these gods, angels, and demons watched.

Well, it wasn't like this was some live show and there were actual streamers like in that masterpiece novel I loved back in our previous world but, all this was happening on the Worldline.

And, as some beings that held high authority in it, they can watch things that happened in this whole world.

'And I know the bastards that were watching us right now might be going crazy.'

Demons would be on the edge of their seats, demanding me to join them while angles would be crying just like my cute brother, who had done something like this with his pure emotions.

We were going to be rich anyway from their gifted Oz, so there was no need to worry about money when we call back my cute kitten Raz.

Raz would be happy when I tell him about today so, that was it.

Right now, as his skin was almost back to normal, I was standing before him with a Mana crystal in my other hand.

"So, o.w.n.e.r. of this great orphanage, let's eat something finely cooked~."

I uttered those words with new excitement, and soon after, a pale blue fire ignited in my free hand.

This was a pale blue fire. Devoid of most normal impurities.

I was using the mana crystal to maintain the stability of the mana as it was still difficult maintaining one like this for as long of a time as I needed.

Mostly, maintaining fire or other elements for extended periods of time required an artifact but I can manage with this little stone. My red staff would be overkill for this little thing.

My natural control was high anyway. Good enough to impress those stingy, old bastards.

This was my current limit in creating flames as in my flame index, this was just a [Blaze-2] flame.

I would be happy when I could create the basic high fire, the white flames. But, that thing would be a long shot.

But...

"Aaaaaaa...!"

This flame was more than enough for this bastard.

...

My dear Lucy had skinned him slow and clean and, by the looks of it, this was already early morning.

We only had 1.5 hours left for the curse's effect to vanish and after that, things might go wrong.

We weren't worried about this bastard.

He was already dead.

We were more worried about the demon this bastard had made a pact with.

We didn't know if it was possible after the fall of this much consciousness but, if the demon and the one that made the contract wanted, the demon can take over the human body.

All demons would support their contactees with their life as the pact made by demons and the human was absolute.

The demon would die if the human was dead, so, ultimately, we would kill the [Knight] ranked demon behind this bastard.

The lowest ranking nobles of demon lineage and someone that those watching all of this wouldn't care about.

We would kill somebody essential to this world in a fucked up way but, as the race that naturally opposed the demons, we would be rewarded by the <Voice of the world>.

Well, we were rich anyway, and, by now, we would have recovered all the money we had spent on Raz's things.

There was previously a first-time discount, so we were able to do it within our budget but, well, things could have gone wrong.

All things aside, the things happening to this bastard were now something I was having fun with.

The way his flesh, which was finely pealed off by my pure cutey was burning under the blue flames, getting crisper with each passing moment, becoming dark disgusting red-black from that pale red...

He was screaming but those screams were that of an undead, or a loathing dead.

He was a sinner from the general point of view of this world.

Not that we cared but, the things he did disgust me to no end so, I was putting him in this much pain only because I wanted him to feel... even a fraction of the things he had done to others.

The things we were doing to this bastard were also something he had done to countless souls that were abandoned in this horrifying place.

Cutting limbs and fingers, skinning the body to the point that nerves and bones would be visible.

Burning them alive with different things, doing things that were unspeakable even for me.

We didn't have bugs here or else… I might have filled his body with flesh-eating bugs, just like this demon liked.

This bastard also brought poisonous snakes and made them bite those innocent little children, and then, this piece of trash ate those snakes?

Holy hell...

The killing was the most basic thing for this bastard and, if we had left him in any state, we knew what might have happened to other normal children in this place.

He was dead and it had to be done. The demon behind him can take control of his body and use the skills this bastard had and we were exactly below the orphanage so it could get even more dangerous.

But, well, I was almost done with burning him. He was a red roasted pig now, a trashy-shitty pig.

He seemed to be lifeless and his fat body was just hanging on the table like clothes on a rope.

His body was burned and being burned alive was some of the most painful things one couldn't even ask for.

Well, those burns were a bit more uneventful than the start of the torture, and now it looked like he was finished.

His face, eyes, neck, body, arms, legs, genitals, back, everything was red and black.

The pain from this was concentrated in his mind that felt many times amplified and from the way this bastard looked now, one could even confuse him with a whole pig on a roasting campfire, attached to similar metallic rods that were still inside him right now.

The pale blue flames contained more oxygen and hydrogen than most flames and in the elemental magic, it was high-level flames.

'Looking at his body was... not something I liked even though this was my art piece.'

This filthy basted... just looking at him made me disgusted to the core even though I was the one who made him like this.

"El. End this." Lucy requested from the back as he closed the endless message panels that have been opening up from the time we started this thing.

We managed this message handling separately when we weren't doing anything but in situations like right now, we took over the work for the other.

Sometimes, these crazy gods and demons proposed some crazy deals, so we had to check every panel of these damn messages.

Just like how some random arch-demon asked to cut his thing off in exchange for two thousand Oz, or some angel asked to dissect him in an 'attractive' way for some mana stones, or how some random god asked for an entire clip of this thing from my perspective for some shitty artifact, crazy offered kept coming from all these crazy bastards.

Well, they were certainly attractive to us but... his thing wouldn't grow back under the influence of undead potion and I didn't want to touch his...

"Yack..." Just the thought of it was disgusting.

Only one thing could satisfy this bitchy side of mine and that was, well, you all know.

So, yeah, burning this bastard was ultimately finished.

He was now scorched all over.

The burned skin was disgusting to look at.

All the fluids coming out of that burned skin were unsightly too. Not that I was concerned but, it was what it was.

Walking back, I sat down on Lucy's lap, one of my favorite places.

"So? Anything worth killing this bastard?" he asked as he showed the good ones that he had selected.

Well, Oz was one thing but, these higher bastards even offered us artifacts just to kill this shitty bastard the way they wanted.

"We don't need these things, Lucy," but they were mostly useless to us so, looked up as if looking at the sky and the gods themselves.

"The way this bastard dies is already decided so, if you want something interesting, start competing between yourself or just give us something others can't."

Something others can't.

That was something only said when asking for the specialty those higher beings held.

Those things were part of their authority and, asking for something like that was blasphemy against them.

Not that we knew them or had faith in them or anything like that but, this was still offending.

But he hugged me from behind as soon as I said these things.

And his grip was tight, so I knew what I said wasn't something that would please all those higher bastards.

[Some angels are looking at you with ridicule.]

[Some angels are angry with your words.]

[Some demon laughs at your statement.]

[Many demons and angels think the statement from ID: Auriel is disrespectful.]

[Many higher beings are displeased by your actions and <Voice of the world> has received complaints.]

[1000 Oz has been reduced as a penalty.]

[690 Oz has been reduced as a penalty.]

...

"You are a genius," my darling Lucy complimented with a smile and kissed me from behind... on the neck.

'Ugh! This fucking childhood restrictions!!'