One Silver Coin For a Pound of Demon

Chapter 2

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---Not continuous, if you choose to not to stop the shopkeeper from cutting off the demon's limbs. Death ending, be cautious, jump to the next chapter if you don't want to read

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The shopkeeper yelled, the bastard who had been docile and cooperative suddenly bumped back and stretched his neck to where the knife should have fallen. The devil uttered a shrivelled cry, probably because the shopkeeper kicked his foot heavily on its chest, or maybe because you grabbed the knife in advance. If the head of the devil left its body instead of its arms, even a pure-blooded demon would have difficulty surviving, the mixed-bloods would definitely die. But now it's alive, alive and temporarily intact.

You have given it your full attention in those last few moments.

He fainted when he lost his second hand, so he didn't react when the shop owner removed those legs. You hesitated for a moment thinking whether you should stop, the matter was over as you wavered. It's a pity, you think, it has a pair of well-proportioned legs that made you think of words like plumpness or sensuality for some reason. Your decision was correct, you got the demon at the price of a hundred silver coins. The stumps were still bleeding and had to be bandaged.

Later it started to have a fever, you're surprised that the devil could still have a fever. The bloodline of this thing had been thinned to this point. It's always groggy, wakes up and sleeps, and doesn't have a particularly big reaction, whether you clean it or fuck it. Its response to the former was greater.

Yes, you fuck it, every day, to prevent it from dying too quickly and being a waste. Its body is very hot, but the wound hasn't healed very well. Even after you cleaned it with holy water, the wound still stubbornly persisted. Most of the time you'll wear a condom because you don't want to get blood everywhere. Very occasionally, you'll just insert yourself and feel its tattered body cavity. It's wet and slippery to fuck, that's not normal. You want to know if its flesh and internal organs are rotten— it doesn't matter, you won't let yourself get sick because of this.

It will groan vaguely when you're too intense, and once it even talked to you, begging you to take it out unconsciously, "It hurts too much," it said. This is the first time you've heard it speak and the first time you knew it could speak. You think it's really burnt, even when it is awake, it doesn't speak at all.

The devil won't talk to you, and won't eat. Everything you put into its mouth would be spit out, even if it is trembling with hunger. Its willpower is amazing. You never thought that a devil would so firmly give up the opportunity to survive. All the demons you have seen, whether purebred or mixed, were equally greedy for life and feared death, bullying and fear of hardship. You feed it blood and raw meat, you feed it sugar and milk, you feed it vegetables, you feed it fruit, you feed it chocolate, you feed it stew, you feed it hot soup. It spits everything out; spits it on the bed, on the ground, on you.

At first, you put it in the bathroom, then you put it on the bed and spread plastic sheeting on the bed. Its stumps began to ooze blood again. If it weren't for this, it would look like a strange teddy bear lying on the cushion. When you hug it to sleep, it warms you, like a stove.

On the last morning, you found it smiling. It was in a cold sweat, trembling all the time, but it smiled at you, a smile that declared victory. You are vaguely aware of something and feel anxious about it.

"What do you want to say?" You said.

"..."

"Say something!" You said.

It closed its lips arrogantly and said nothing.

It died that afternoon and its body quickly decayed, it looked nothing like when it was alive. This bed should be scrapped, you think. You clean up the room, go out, and spend seventy-seven silver coins to buy a new simple bed.

You still don't know whether the one hundred and seventy-seven silver coins were worth it, you don't want to think about it. But you think that you won't buy another demon, never again.

【Bad ending 1 (流光) Flowing. Flashing. Brilliance. 】

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PastTimer: Actually not sure about the bad ending title but oh well, I just stole it from baidou (baiduo?)