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</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>I am Chiêu, second child of Demon Lord<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FL%25C3%25BD_Hu%25E1%25BB%2587_T%25C3%25B4ng&amp;hash=21c04140c894ab67f9aef0d730de235b" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%BD_Hu%E1%BB%87_T%C3%B4ng" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Lý Huệ and the mortal witch-empress Tông</span></a>. Despite my profession as a summoned assassin, I was rarely stealthy. Never good at suppressing my demonic side, I tended to let rage build until I transformed into clawed death, dropping blades in favor of steel shredding claws and quick reacting, fast healing muscle fibers and sinews. Oh, I also used spells, but they had the subtlety of miniature nuclear explosions.<br/><br/>Fingers tightened around my blades as I heard the chittering of no-doubt armored insect-like creatures emerging from the shadows. “Bugs,” I whispered in disgust. I’d killed bugs. Glancing around, my eyes glowed catlike against the blue-lit darkness. Taking in the temperature around me, I sniffed, hoping to smell the copper scent of insectoid blood. But there appeared to have been no previous kills. Smiling, I bit my lower lips hoping the scent of my blood would draw the bugs to me. Until I could transform, I preferred to let my enemies initiate contact. Backing against a wall,  my demon-runed, cursed blades began a glowing, spinning rotation.