Daemon devorator, Marion, translated as the Demon Devourer Marion was the manifestation of Marcelo's innermost desire. It was a weapon whose power only increased in the presence of demons and anything that had to do with them. Just like the name suggested, Marion drew strength with every demon it cut down. It acted as a multipurpose weapon too, as with every increase in its power, Marion would transfer the absorbed energy into Marcelo to increase his physical attributes exponentially. The ultimate weapon against the demonic scourge, Marion was Marcelo's ace in the hole against the otherworldly creatures. He had not used this weapon against Death, because it would have been in vain. The reason was that for all its evil, Death was not and had never been a demon. Azrael was hailed as a Fallen Angel, therefore facing it with a weapon designed to purge demons would be have been very unwise. But in a situation like this, Marion showed its true greatness. From the corner of his eyes,
With each swing of Marion's blade, disgusting creatures from the Underworld were banished from the burial grounds. So much ash filled the waterlogged soil, that Marcelo had to occasionally use the heat from Marion to vaporize the water to avoid slipping. The demons were not particularly strong with only a handful of them posing actual threats. It was their numbers that Marcelo found annoying. Deciding he had had enough, he carved a large circle around him which soon began to glow with a red shine that repulsed the demons. Bringing Marion up to chest level horizontally, Marcelo tapped it thrice, at the bottom mid point and the tip of the blade. Each tap created powerful sonic waves that had the demons screeching uncontrollably. "Mors Lanistus," he intoned and with a loud grunt, Marcelo plunged the sword into the ground. From the point of impact, a large wave of crimson energy swept out to devour every single demon around him instantly. In the next second, Marcelo was already cross
The demon's eyes were now fixed on Marcelo and he felt the weight on his shoulders double, so much that he had to grit his teeth to remain standing. Having expended nearly every drop of energy in Marion with that last strike, he was left with a near empty tank to draw on. The demon itself was perfectly unharmed, as was the ground around it. By contrast, the area around them and beyond was utterly wrecked. It took one look around and scoffed lightly, although Marcelo could not really tell with how deep its voice was. "You humans really have a penchant for destruction." Marcelo cursed and tried to move away to rethink his strategy, only to find out that he could not even move a muscle. His eyes widened in alarm as he struggled to even shift his feet in vain. He made to open his mouth yet he found out that he could not even do so. Neither could he breathe. The same spacial distortion that had stopped Marion was also around his body. The alarm on his face must have drawn the demon's
The distortions around Marcelo and Sebastian disappeared as well, and the latter immediately ran out to meet the former. "What was that?!" "That, my friend, is the reason why you rarely see exorcists over forty years old," Marcelo replied. Despite the lightness in his tone, Marcelo's heart was heavy. This was the first time he had ever encountered one of the Seventy-Two face-to-face. He had always known that they were exceedingly powerful but to experience such strength firsthand was truly humbling. To make out worse was the fact that Morax was only a President of Hell. Had it been one of the Marquises or worse still a Duke, Marcelo was sure he would have likely been killed without even knowing what killed him. That did not sit well with him. His grip tightened around Marion's hilt. He needed to get stronger. Azrael was still waiting for him. "Come on Sebastian," Marcelo called out as he twirled Marion twice before inserting the blade into his chest without causing himself any
Everyone present could feel the tension in the atmosphere but they preferred to feign ignorance in this type of situation. Edward was at it again. He seemed to derive some sort of satisfaction in downplaying Marcelo and his apprentice but nobody dared to interfere anytime he began throwing these tantrums. Marcelo heeded Edward's words little attention. He needn't remind the man that he had just saved their lives moments ago. He seemed to enjoy tabling people's bad sides than commending a more obvious good deed. He understood that Edward's words were correct to an extent, but at the same time he had his own reasons and he wasn't prepared to share them with the group yet."Shouldn't you be a bit grateful Edward? Marcelo just saved our necks back there" Rebecca pointed out and immediately, the ranting man's voice died out. Marcelo eyes Rebecca for a second before pulling away his gaze from here. In as much as she had done good by shutting Edward up and bringing peace to their ears, she
His master's words had Sebastian's cheek turning red, but the boy did well to conceal the joy that had welled up inside of him just by hearing those words."Do you think I'll ever be as strong as you are?" Sebastian inquired of the man beside him. He knew he was being hasty with this particular question, but his motivation to get stronger would only grow with the next words Marcelo would utter .Marcelo was definite about Sebastian surpassing him. Unlike him who received his own abilities from the rituals of his family, Sebastian was gifted by the heavens, which could only entail that his powers were far greater than the ones brought about by human actions. Sebastian would definitely change the world someday, but he wasn't about to let the boy know that just yet."You might not, your abilities aren't made for battles. You're better as a support character don't get ahead of yourself" Marcelo gave his honest answer. Sebastian's abilities weren't the kind that would aid him in a one one s
"I see you've still not gotten over your jealousy streak, have you?" Minerva taunted, "It seems you have something for everybody who happens to be stronger than you are" "Are you suggesting that I am jealous of the that reject? Don't you dare compare me to the likes of that man!" Cyrus yelled out. It would be considered scandalous to ever compare him to the likes of Marcelo.It was clear Marcelo had evidently gotten stronger, the fight and the weapon he'd just watched minutes ago proved it, however Marcelo was still nowhere near his level, he was still a mediocre when compared to the might of Cyrus Quinn.Minerva scoffed lightly at her brother's words, he had no idea what the true intentions of the family was."Have you ever wondered why nobody is ever ordered to harm Marcelo, even though he keeps causing trouble for the family?" Minerva questioned the visibly enraged man before her."What on earth are you trying to say?" Cyrus inquired. His curiosity has risen, and now he wanted ans
Sebastian sat alone in the big house all by himself. Rebecca was out for a night exorcism, and Marcelo had travelled a day earlier. He had no idea on what to do with his free time, and nothing important seemed to come to his mind.His eyes lingered to the same spot where Michael's body laid dead over a week ago. He didn't know why it thought it was such a good idea, but Sebastian decided to try something new. He could tell if a spirit or a demon was here by touching the remains of the spiritual essence that lingered around the area. He had no idea if it would work for ghosts or dead people, but he decided to try it anyway.He placed his hand down the cold hard floor and closed his eyes. He was scared, but yet his entire body screamed for him to continue. He wanted to withdraw from the event, but his hand was unyielding. He felt nothing, no single spiritual essence remained within the walls of this building, and he could guess Marcelo was the reason why.High concentration of spiritual