Reborn In Black Clover With Demon Slaying Magic

*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*

"Very nice. Very very nice."

Dusting himself off, the sound of Grim's applause echoed out throughout the entire area.

"Y'know, I've always thought that I had a way with words, but compared to you I'm really lacking."

Hearing the compliment, the devil shifted its attention away from the broken elf it had been torturing and onto the half elf who it couldn't help but feel intrigued by.

"And to psychologically break someone you've been manipulating for 500 years, I'm impressed. Although you could have been a bit more vicious in the way you explained that everything he had done up until this point had been completely pointless to really drive the point home. But besides that, not bad."

'Not bad?'

Did this 16 year old mixed breeded mutt really just describe a DEVIL'S method of mental torture as "not bad?"

"Fufufufufu." The devil crackled upon hearing him. "This day keeps getting better and better! To think that an insignificant crossbreed like you would criticise my torture methods! The people of this world truly are entertaining!!"

"I mean I was gonna bring up your whole 500 year long plan. Like it taking you 500 years just to get to this point is kinda embarrassing. But what can I say, some people just aren't gifted when it comes to this stuff. Nothing to be ashamed of, it was pretty good for an amateur."

"Amateur? Ha...Ha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

'Eh? What's his deal?'

Covering his face with both hands, the devil's eerie laughter rang out as black particles of negative mana from what Grim thought was its clothes floated upwards.

"500 years! HAHAHAHAHA! I HAVEN'T LAUGHED LIKE THIS IN 500 YEARS!! BOY! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!"

"Grim."

"Grim?" The devil suddenly stopped laughing abruptly and looked at him weirdly.

*Grins*

"What an amusing name~"

*Shrugs*

"It is what it is... What's your name anyway?"

"My name?" The devil looked puzzled hearing his question. "Now that I think about it, you will be the first person in this world to know my name... Be grateful half breed and hear my name! For I am the devil of words! ZAGRED!!" .

"Pfft-really?" Grim had to fȯrċɨbŀƴ stopped him from laughing after hearing the devil's name.

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Laying on the ground far below all the action, a bȧrėly conscious Rhya struggled to raise his head and look at the Devil who was having a weirdly civilized conversation with the half elf over Patry's mental torture.

"What the hell is happening? Is...Is he bonding with a devil?"

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"Fufufuhahahahahahahahahahaha! I agree! The weak should fear the strong!" Zagred laughed finding himself agreeing with the young boy.

"Mmm." Grim nodded before showing off a mischievious smile.

'To think I'd have so much in common with a devil... Why are we fighting again?'

*Grimoire floats up*

'Oh right.'

*Unsheathes sword*

"Hmm?" The devil frowned seeing him unsheathe his sword.

"Its nothing personal. I'm just kinda tired of killing humans and elves."

"I see." The devil rubbed its chin then nodded. "But before we get to it, do you wanna see something fun?"

"Fun? Sure."

Unknown to Grim, Zagred was actually breathing silently with relief. Knowing that Grim and his weird magic that was wrecking havoc on his insides wouldn't attack him while he was focusing on Patry was comforting.

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"Did you know." Zagred started.

"When the owner of a 4 leaf grimoire is swallowed by deep despair, the 5 leaf grimoire is born."

As if emphasizing his point, he picked up Patry's grimoire which had turned black color and had its bright 4 leaf clover on the cover turn into a black 5 leaf clover.

"At last-

Sensing the change in the grimoire, Grim's own grimoire started humming and vibrating in the air.

"I finally possess both my body and pitch black grimoire. I can finally rule over the current world with my true form and power."

'I can also get rid of that weird mixed breed brat.'

"For 500 years I have decieved, killed and stolen all for this moment. NNNFUFUFUFUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohh it was so FUN!!"

"Yeah." Grim's voice resounded out interuptting Zagred as he revelling in his plan finally coming together. "That's cool and all, but you didn't show me anything fun or interesting soo... Imma stab ya now."

*BOOM!!*

Unleashing his magic power, he prepared to flash through the air and up to the devil to resume their battle.

"Tch, Tch, Tch." Zagred shook his head. "I haven't even shown you the fun thing yet and you're already wanting to jump into it? Oh well." He shrugged and walked over to Patry.

"Unfortunately, I'm not your opponent this time."

"What?"

Now that he had his grimoire and body, the thought of playing with Grim any further seemed quite dull compared to leaving the shadow palace messing with the entire world. To that end, he leaned in and whispered into Patry's ear-

"Let your hatred and despair guide you."

!!!

Erupting with power, Patry's skin started to visibly darken before his very eyes.

'This mana...'

*Flashback to elf Luck before finishing him off*

"As my final gift to you." Zagred's voice sounded out. "I'll show you what it looks like when a member of you species overflows with malice."

*Crack*

Along with his change, cracks started appearing in the iron spears penetrating his body until they suddenly-

Shattered.

"Giving into their hatred and despair, an elf's heart that has been corrupted by malice becomes a dark elf."

*ROOAR!!*

"Eugh!!" Grim covered his ears hearing Patry's scream.

'What the hell?! This guy's mana quality has completely changed!'

Similar to how Grim's mana quality changed when he awakened his elf blood and achieved his white haired form, the quality in Patry's mana as a dark elf was almost completely different to that of his previous elven state.

Not to mention that the nature of the mana emanating off of him was eerily similar to that of Zagred's!

And even though he hadn't done anything yet, Grim could feel that the Patry in front of him was far stronger than he was when he came in earlier.

'Tch! To think that a race change would give such benefits... The people on Earth would really abuse this wouldn't they?'

'Wait a second! Since this transformation requires one to be an elf... DOESN'T THAT MEAN I CAN DO IT AS WELL!!'

[Demon Light Magic: Light Sword of Judgement]

Enslaved to its hatred, dark elf Patry abruptly started firing black shards of light at him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

[Breath of mist: 2nd Form - 8 Layered Mist]

Dodging and counter attacking the spell, Grim was forced to reevaluate Patry's strength.

'Shit!'

"Well then." Zagred said seeing Grim was all tied up at the moment. "I'll be taking my leave now."

"Dammit!" Grim screamed slashing through a barrage of black light shards. "Do you really think this will be enough to stop me!" He shouted at Zagred who was flying towards the exit above.

'No, but it'll slow you down... And I won't have to deal with your weird magic for a while... Tch, I can still feel the burns he gave me earlier stinging.'

Ignoring Grim's yell, he continued flying upwards.

"FUUCKK!!!"

[RENGOKU]

Annoyed that this mindless thing was getting in the way, Grim's murderous intent skyrocketed as he unleashed a rage infilled blue beam of concentrated flames that tore through the shadow palace.

"Fufufufu." Zagred laughed seeing Patry dodge the attack and storm towards him.

But just as he was about to fly through the hole in the ceiling, the scream of an unknown boy and girl stopped him in place.

"YUUNOOO!!!"

"GRRIMMM!!!"

*FWOOSH!!*

Falling through the hole was a short boy with ash coloured hair and a girl with vermillon coloured hair holding onto him.