The crimson flames scorched the thief's flesh, and when the wailing soul emerged, clawed hands covered in tiny scales seized the illusory soul, ignoring its pleas and cries, swallowing and absorbing it.
"Lilith, I finally understand why both the Devils of Hell and the Demons of the Abyss relentlessly collect souls. It turns out the taste of souls is so wonderful!"
A dazed expression appeared on Wayne's face covered with tiny scales and complex Demon Runes, as he delved into his manor. The robbers and thieves intending him harm were now completely annihilated.
After transforming into a demon and striking back when facing danger, he couldn't suppress the stirring from his bloodline. Succumbing to his instincts, he devoured and absorbed the souls of these villains.
"But the devilish traits on you are becoming more apparent. If you continue like this, you'll fall, possibly even becoming a true Devil."