Demon King

CH- 03: Healer.

 A true immortal now descended from the heavens. He originally belonged to hell, but no soul would ever trust a demon to be a healer, and so even if he returned, he would have been promptly kicked out.

Ric cared little about where he belonged or what belonged to him. If he found something he liked, he took it, and if he liked a location, he turned it to hell to suit his needs.

Hell isn't volcanic heat or torture, it's a place where one has to be constantly vigilant, as a simple knife can end years of effort.

The powerful, sneaky, and tricky always get the biggest slice of the pie, while the weak, lazy, and pitiful make excuses, trying to build imaginary boundaries called equality. Brick by brick, one has to build, but Ric enjoyed the intellect behind collapsing an entire empire with a single well-placed bomb.

Darkness and light are opposing affinities. One destroys, and the other creates.

Darkness itself never knew how akin to the affinity Ric was. He had to destroy it to show how much he loved the affinity and now... now Ric found himself surrounded by life.

That stinking old brick of creation.

He challenged and pissed off the wrong deity when he declares no matter where he can create paradise. Of course, his paradise meant hell for others.

Beaming with light, the only option left with him was to... BLLEAAHH! He... Al.

These hypothetical bricks have one function; to heal. It does not matter if you throw the brick at someone, the brick only ends up building their house.

Others focus on dual affinities for this very reason.

Ric opens his eyes, scanning the area one more time. There isn't anything he could do if the Fea ended their miserable lives, but he would rather face and remember his opponent's signature.

After gaining immortality, it would come in handy to remember faces. In his old life, names and faces were always a blur. You either die or kill. They voiced a point in keeping track of one's enemies, but Ric never left a loose end.

That is just one less name or face to remember; his sweet spot.

Now that he has broken into immortality, he can be a bit more careless. All he had to do was remember their faces and find a way back to reap the sweet fruit of revenge. There also lies a possibility that he isn't immortal, so if he does witness death and reincarnate, he can strike off two myths at once.

Mary lay unconscious beside him. He flooded her with vitality, but the higher the healing, the longer it takes to recuperate.

Ric closes his eyes, refocusing on the stubborn light that wouldn't leave him alone.

A focused healer has horrible attributes. They either use their internal energy to heal others or to heal themselves. One cannot do the other, as both concepts fundamentally oppose each other, like opposite sides of a coin.

Ric already knows they suck at multiple levels.

He tricked many emitters, those who can heal others, to heal him. It is as simple as forcing them to uphold their stupid oat, pretending to be an ally, or a knife to their loved one's throat.

A tip from Ric; kill everyone after you're done healing.

Healers are the biggest pain in the butt when you are dealing with a team, or worse, armies.

Based on how he used the aura within him to flush the nun with Vitality, Ric confirmed he was a fucking emitter.

A snap of a twig forces Ric to open his eyes.