Royal Bastard's Bloodstained Regression-Chapter 97: Seraphiel vs. The Kraken

Silence.

Then—chaos.

Daemon stood in the middle of the battlefield, heart still dripping from his hand, blood smeared across his chest. His horns curved back like a crown of death, his eyes glowing a deeper red than fire itself.

He wasn't Daemon anymore.

He was Seraphiel—Demon King.

And he was hunting.

The nearest mage tried to run. He didn't make it five steps before Seraphiel appeared behind him in a flicker of shadow and tore his spine out through his back.

Another screamed and cast a barrier—Seraphiel walked straight through it, slicing the man in half from head to groin, black aura trailing behind the blade like fire.

BOOM.

A dozen mages attacked together. Lightning. Ice. Fire. Wind.

Seraphiel waved a single hand, and a wave of darkness expanded outward. The magic spells bent mid-air—reversed—and slammed into their own casters, incinerating them where they stood.

"Demon... MONSTER!"

A squad of guards rushed forward with enchanted weapons.

Seraphiel met them head-on.

CRACK. BAM. SPLASH.

Heads exploded under his fists. Limbs flew. A boot caved in one soldier's skull. He twisted another's neck until it popped like fruit. Screams echoed through the jungle as bodies fell in pieces.

Varian and William watched from behind a rock, stunned into silence.

"What the hell is that...?" Varian whispered.

Nyxtriel didn't answer.

Her eyes were glowing softly—not with fear. Not even with pride.

With sorrow.

He doesn't even know who he is right now.

The air reeked of death.

But it wasn't over.

The island groaned beneath them—Kama-Shima, once sacred ground, was sinking.

The jungle collapsed inward. The ruins of the prison were swallowed by the earth. Dead bodies slid into the rising sea as the waters surged inland, dragging blood and broken limbs with them.

Then came the Kraken.

It rose from the depths with a thunderous ROAR, tentacles breaking the surface, waves crashing in all directions.

But Seraphiel didn't retreat.

He took a step forward—

And walked onto the water, black aura solid beneath his feet, as if the sea itself had bent to his will. He stood above the surface, unmoving, staring at the massive beast like a god facing a forgotten titan.

Then—

He ran toward it.

Fast. Furious.

Each step carved a ripple of energy across the ocean. His killing intent flared high into the sky, black and red like a storm consuming the sun.

Varian watched from the sand, holding William close. "He's going after the Kraken. I don't think he even knows what he's doing—he's completely gone!"

William's hands trembled. "Please... come back."

Nyxtriel's eyes narrowed. "Don't flare your aura. Don't move."

Varian looked at her. "Why?!"

"Because if he senses even the slightest power—he'll see us as threats."

Varian shut his mouth. Fast.

She was right.

Seraphiel's senses were no longer human. He was reacting to power. Responding to threats. And the Kraken—its massive, ancient energy, pulsing with aggression—was provoking him like a red flag to a monster.

The two forces stared each other down.

And the sea trembled.

The sea roared.

Waves rose like walls. The wind screamed across the sinking island. And standing atop the churning ocean, defying gravity and god alike, was Seraphiel—horned, blood-soaked, burning with demonic power.

Across from him, the Kraken rose higher.

Tentacles as thick as towers cracked the water, snapping down and dragging ships into the deep. Its eyes glowed like suns. Its aura churned the sea, radiating killing intent strong enough to drown weaker men on instinct alone.

But Seraphiel wasn't weak.

He was rage incarnate.

BOOM.

He launched forward, slicing across the water like a black spear. The Kraken lunged, its tentacles slamming down like mountain pillars—

CRACK!

Seraphiel punched through the first tentacle, tearing muscle from bone. Black blood sprayed the ocean like ink.

The beast roared and whipped another tendril toward him.

WHAM!

It struck, and the sea exploded. A wall of water shot into the air.

For a second—nothing.

Then—

BOOM.

Seraphiel burst from the surface, leaping thirty feet into the air, spinning once, and slamming down his claws into the Kraken's eye.

SQUELCH!

The monster howled in agony as its right eye burst, black ichor flooding the waves.

Seraphiel didn't stop.

He landed on its head, roared, and drove both hands into its skull, ripping up a chunk of flesh the size of a man. He grabbed a section of spine, pulled—and cracked it free.

The Kraken writhed in agony, tentacles flailing wildly, destroying what remained of the sinking island behind it.

From afar, Varian and William ducked as a shockwave hit the shore, flattening trees.

Nyxtriel stood tall, hands clasped.

"He's not fighting," she whispered. "He's butchering."

SLAM!

A tentacle wrapped around Seraphiel, tightening to crush bone—but Seraphiel roared, aura detonating in a blast that blew the limb clean off.

He launched into the air again—his horns glowing, his claws extended, aura boiling around him like a vortex.

And then—

He opened his mouth.

"VOID BREATH."

From his throat, a beam of black-red energy erupted—pure annihilation. It cut straight through the Kraken's chest, splitting the beast open from shoulder to belly.

BOOOOOOM.

The sea ruptured.

The sky tore.

And the Kraken's body began to fall apart, limbs slapping into the water, lifeless, twitching, steaming with demonic energy.

Seraphiel dropped into the waves—knees bent, claws dripping.

The water hissed around him, too afraid to pull him under.

His breath was ragged. Slow.

Then—

The glow in his eyes began to fade.

The aura around him fractured. The horns on his head receded. His hands shook.

And Seraphiel—the Demon King—slipped back into silence.

Daemon collapsed, face-first into the water.

Unconscious.