Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

"What is it?" Midnight asked, getting closer to Zaroth as she was having trouble hearing him speak due to the loud bar.

"Criminals! Like gang members and similar! No one would object, killing them as it would be making the public a service!"

Midnight's eyes widened for a moment as she realized that he was right. Maybe because before she was thinking about so many things, the obvious solution to her problem didn't occur to her.

She would have praised Zaroth, but due to the fact the bar was so loud, she had to get closer to him to be able to hear him, meaning that right now she was pressed tightly against his naked torso.

And considering the large amount of alcohol she had drunk up until that point, it was safe to say that her priorities weren't what they should have been.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought her mouth close to his ear as she whispered,

"Do you think that we can spend some alone time?" Because her nose was close to his neck, she was able to practically smell the blood running down in his veins, which only seemed to excite her more and more.

Zaroth's eyes widened for a second as he quickly picked up on what Midnight was trying to tell him.

Truth be told, he was a simple man, so he didn't really think things out before doing what he desired. As such, he shifted his gaze to his friends about to tell them that he and Midnight were going to spend some quality time together.

That was until the doors of the bar burst open and a few men walked inside.

Despite the bar being full of drunkards, everybody instantly went silent once their gazes fell on the new guests.

"I have heard that there has been a problem with collecting the protection fee and even that you have beaten up some of my personal." A two-meter-tall man with a gray beard and a black eyepatch spoke as he took a step forward.

Zaroth made sure to overhear on the nearby table what they were talking about.

"Isn't that the leader of the Bearborn gang?"

"Shh! Do not talk, you don't want him overhearing you! He could have you beheaded at a moment's notice!"

Scratching the back of his neck, Zaroth tried to remember where he had heard that name before.

A second later, he heard Luna's voice echo in his head.

'The gang that you and your friends beat up when you were drunk,'

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot how they were called," he muttered under his breath.

The sudden appearance was welcome, as he and Midnight were just talking about where she was going to eat from now on. And looking at the leader, he could prove to also strengthen her, as he didn't look like a total pushover.

The bad thing was that the person had entered at the worst possible moment, when Zaroth was about to have some fun with Midnight. Roran seemed frustrated that he had been interrupted from his drinking, and Zack, who was about to fight with a few drunkards, cracked his fists, surely looking for a fight.

"Fuck, it will be nice to let out some steam before the main tournament starts," he muttered as he took a step forward, catching the attention of everybody in the bar.

"Yeah, me and my friends roughed up your subordinates, how nice of you to show your face to us. Now we won't have to waste time trying to find you."

Zaroth smiled menacingly as his eyes narrowed like a hunter.

This was certainly going to be fun.

*****

What differentiates a demon from a human?

Not the fake demons like vampires and similar, but the real ones.

It was simple—the ability to feel empathy.

Then, as the black mass had taken the body of the father of Emily, why was it looking out for her?

It had pondered the question for a long time, sure that it wouldn't get attached to a human, and yet on the surface, it seemed that it did.

No matter how much it thought about it, the answer didn't come to it.

That was until it went out in the park along with the body's daughter.

This was an activity they had done before, as it needed to play the role of a loving father, so it was going to be like any other day…

That was until it felt something pulling on one of its legs.

Shifting its gaze to Emily, the thing spoke.

"What is it?" Its voice, even though sounding a bit scary, was carrying a hint of emotion—something that the thing had been practicing for a long time.

Not answering its question, Emily pointed with her finger below a tree.

Following the gesture, the thing saw that there was a dead bird lying on the ground.

"What about it?" the thing asked.

"Don't you see the nest on the tree? I think there are some small birds there."

With a sigh, the thing walked over to check. It honestly didn't care, but it had a role to play.

Stopping before the nest, it saw that there was one weak chick that was laying on it. It seemed malnourished—most likely the one the ground below it was its parent. Meaning that it was going to starve to death.

"Pick me up! I want to see!" Emily spoke as she stretched her arms upwards.

With an annoyed expression, it did just that and put her on its shoulder.

Seeing the weak chick, she went quiet for a few seconds, and then she spoke.
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"Can we take it home?"

The thing raised its eyebrow, "Why?"

It was actually curious—why would this small child care for such an insignificant creature, one that shouldn't concern her in any way?

"Because I feel bad when I see it be hurt," Emily spoke.

"You… feel bad?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed as she stretched her finger to it. "Don't you feel bad when you see it hurt? Won't you feel bad if it dies and you could have changed that outcome?"

Truthfully, the thing didn't understand what the girl was trying to tell it.

That was until its eyes narrowed as realization hit it

Moving its lips into a menacing smile, it spoke, "Sure, we will take it."

"Really?! I love you!" the girl spoke as she hugged what she believed to be her father.

Meanwhile, the thing didn't move its gaze from the bird.

Humans were complicated things with numerous emotions, and kids like Emily didn't know how to regulate them properly.

As such, today she had displayed something that could prove beneficial when it came to getting rid of humans.

Empathy—this was something that the being didn't understand too well.

But… if it could learn how it works, its ability to manipulate humans would rise significantly.

Shifting its gaze to Emily, it finally understood why it felt attached to her.

It wasn't to her, but to the value she was providing.

She was like a gold mine, constantly teaching the being how humans worked.

And with that knowledge, the being would soon be able to acquire what it wanted.

It seemed that acting as a father had given it much more than it had initially expected.