Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

The Devil of Hatred Has Risen from Sleep

The dark swept the view. Not a single beam of light illuminates the spaces of concentration. All that was heard was clattering, approaching, slowly, then disappearing.

Despite opening his eyes wide, Mahawira could see nothing but darkness. He doesn't know where he is. To be sure, the last thing he remembered was the pain in the neck from being tied to an iron chain by Ganandra. Mahawira suspected that he had lost the fight, and then died.

What is this place? the inner Mahawira kept asking, while none of the people were there who could answer the questions that were thrown.

"Vacuum? Means ... Cornellias!"

The prince wanted his pace to go fast, but only tired could he be without certainty of meeting Cornelia.

"Cornelia!" he shouted with all his might. His baritone echoed as if it was returned to him. Mahawira closed his ears because his own voice bounced hard until his head felt like it was going to explode.

"Cornelia ...." Mahawira squealed while looking down.

From the look on his face, the man seemed to give up on fighting for anything that for him was precious and certainly worth fighting for.

"I ... should probably give up—"

"Can't!"

Cornelia's voice cut off, but her existence was nowhere to be seen in the darkness that Mahawira had witnessed. He allowed his head to all directions, still only dark captured netra.

"Yes, I can't give up. Many things ...many people are trying to fight. With this hand I can do it. With the spirit inside me, I can finish it. Cornelia, wait for me!"

Finally, Mahawira again rose with pride.

"Oh myself! Don't surrender! Go back to the body that is drooping helplessly. O me! Shout with pride!"

"Good, Mahawira! Yell out! Light the fire of hatred!"

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Ganandra chuckled at the blood pooling on the ground before finally realizing that the very fresh viscous liquid was the blood from his left hand that was cut off.

Not only was Ganandra shocked by the incident, but everyone gathered in the palace grounds turned their backs as if seeing a demon had revealed its form in human form.

Prince Mahawira, standing gallantly behind Ganandra while holding a sword covered in blood.

To make sure once again, Ganandra blinked his eyes, it turned out that Mahawira who was drooping weak some time ago was gone. There was only Mahawira who stood right behind him with a blazing gaze like embers of fire gilded with water, but not extinguished. The smell of hate smoke was getting stronger and stronger in everyone's breathing hole.

Instantly a bad feeling is present in their minds; panic, worry, fear, want to run, and disappear. All of that was created in their hearts after seeing the form of Mahawira surrounded by the fire of turbulent anger.

"Ganandra ...." Mahawira's voice changed; much heavier than usual.

It was the sound of hate. Camelia could barely move her limbs. Those fears began to perch in the heart of the princess. Even King Simaseba felt as if his heartbeat had stopped.

"Fucking mahawira!"

Ganandra, who had lost one hand, then tried to reciprocate Mahawira's treatment by shaking the sword held in his right hand. However, failed.

With just one swing, Ganandra's sword broke into two pieces. He was flabbergasted, then threw away the sword hilt and chose to use his hand to cripple his childhood friend.

Again the impossible thing Ganandra did because of Mahawira who had been completely in the form of hatred. Mahawira easily hit Ganandra with his left hand until he bounced tens of meters. He was slammed into the high walls of the palace courtyard. His ribs are broken, his strength drained.

So, when Mahawira turned to Camelia, as fast as the hurricane the man shot and stood before Camelia.

"Camelia. You're the man I hate so much in this world."

"T-no! P-go you! The devil! Go kau—"

Camelia's voice was stuck in her throat. The existence of Mahawira had defeated all the will of the people in the palace to move their bodies. This never happened before. In fact, they never expected that Mahawira would become a very strong and sinister prince.

Using his left hand, Mahawira strangled Camelia, then raised her to a revolt. Unfortunately, the power of the arrogant princess could not beat the strong grip of Mahawira.

"You made Cornelia and me suffer, Camelia. You have to pay for everything. You ... have to pay for everything with your life."

The removal of Camelia's body was like a piece of trash for nothing. Mahawira's energy makes Camelia's body slammed.

"S-everything! To the demon's head!"

It seemed that King Simaseba managed to make a sound after repeatedly trying to calm down so that the man's aura would not intimidate him.

What an extraordinary power, the inner King Simaseba. Though he himself had been scared to death despite being far enough away with the raging demon.

The order had indeed been passed down, but the remaining knights and ministers felt their bodies unable to move. Even if they forced him, it was still very difficult. Even a few feet cannot trace.

Mahawira again stepped towards Camelia lying down while coughing up red liquid. Her pure white clothes had been stained by her own blood. His face was smooth white, wounded.

"Now tell me, Camelia. How to get Cornelia back into her body."

Camelia shook her head in fear. Trying to get up, he was unable to.

"Well, Camelia. Tell me quick!" Mahawira's voice boomed like thunder. The flames that enveloped him spread out, then slowly burned the part of the palace made of wood.

"Fire! Whoi! What are you waiting for?! Quick, put out the fire!" king Simaseba panicked.

The guards moved to fetch the water collected in a barrel. However, Mahawira again screamed deafeningly so that his fire again spread, much bigger, bigger, churned and scorched some of the guards.

"Camelia! Answer my question!"

"A-I .. I ... t-do not know ...."

Terrified, Camelia shed tears. Actually he is not afraid of death, just staring at Mahawira's face like staring at a demonic figure told in an ancient book. Demon of Hatred, an ancient legend unknown to its author. However, Camelia had heard that story from the royal advisor.

The Demon of Hatred was described as a person of high dignity. His eyes lit up with flames, his teeth fanged, his body surrounded by flames, and his horns resembled the horns of a dragon.

Hearing Camelia's reply, Mahawira jumped into the middle of the courtyard, then shouted with all her might spreading the flames of hatred to burn half the palace buildings.

King Simaseba and Camelia were taken by the guards out of the palace for safety. While Ganandra, who had regained consciousness, now opened her eyes, seeing the state of Simaseba Palace which was partially turned into ashes.

"No. .. maybe ...." Ganandra chuckled, then her eyes turned to the figure of Mahawira who was bending her knees while bowed. The flames on the man's body slowly shrank.

"Mahawira ..., who are you?"

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