Supremacy Games

1548 The End of The Darkins.

A week later...

"What do you think? Is it in them to get penalized a bit more?" Felix asked while rubbing his chin as he watched the desolate and numbed looks of the darkins.

"I believe they had enough...They look like empty corpses." Thor replied with a faint snigger.

"He is right, anymore and they might never recover." Jörmungandr agreed.

Even though they hated them to the core, they didn't want them to become broken dolls, incapable of thinking for themselves.

"It felt too short for us," Felix remarked while canceling his black flames, finally deciding to free them from their eternal agony.

While less than two weeks passed in the real world, those two suffered for more than ten thousand years.

It might not seem like much, but the black flames made each second seem eternal, even two of the most terrifying primogenitors were turned into docile silent dolls.

They had screamed, cried, and begged in those years more than all primogenitors did ever since they were born.

Suddenly, Felix appeared in front of them while clapping slowly.

"Congratulations, you have survived your punishment."

When they heard what he said, they lifted their heads and stared at him with deadpan looks, not an ounce of life was seen in their eyes.

"..."

"..."

They lowered their heads again and remained silent. They might have gone through hell, but they still maintained a high level of rationality.

It told them that Felix was merely here to give them false hope before shattering it to pieces to laugh at them...God knows they would have done the same.

Nothing hurt more than having their hope devoured by those black flames.

you to not believe me, but I am not joking." Felix disclosed calmly, "I have demonized you and plan to make you my loyal servants. While you can't betray me even if you wanted, I still want to

you want to become my

could finish the rest of his sentence, the darkins yelled with a husky

have acted like you struggled with the decision for a bit." Felix was left

pride or reputation. He looked at Felix like he was his god and bellowed emotionally, "Servant, slave, demon, I will do and be anything you want

tears were left from falling

the eyes of mortals, who was treated with great respect and worship. Dynasties were built around him, empires fell because of

here he was, on the verge of

under those black flames.' Lord Shiva remarked coldly, 'Are they really that deadly or are those two simply lost the Will

taste of it. This is honestly madness.' Fenrir

most pride in their identities as primogenitors and none of them could have imagined there

kept it short,

his finger, canceling the illusion domain and allowing

"What the..."

this isn't my

no surprise that both of them weren't a fan of the changes or the coursing evil

all demons wouldn't feel the deep controlling

evil energy had taken ownership of

the instant a thought of betrayal came into

after they lifted their heads and looked at

staring at the most important person in their lives, even more important

to resist the feeling, it was

your obedience." Felix ordered coldly, "Kowtow

knees buckled and they landed on the ground with a heavy

than a second like their bodies and minds didn't have a single thought of rejecting

'...'

'...'

the desolation and hopelessness in their eyes, which made them both understand, no,

burned by the celestial black flames was still too fresh in their minds, sending shivers course down their spine each time

of resistance and

a wide smile on

try to please him even when they abhor the thought just to keep those black flames

is truly an image I have never

situation also made him realize that he was truly surpassed by Felix even when he