American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 188 Big News

"Major intelligence? What major intelligence could an incompetent piece of trash like you have? Even your old father is unwilling to make sacrifices for you, so it seems your value is just so-so."

Baling sneered, pressing the Hellfire-enchanted shotgun against Blackheart's forehead. A mere pull of the trigger would unleash a devastating attack.

There was no joking whatsoever. As the still-warm gun barrel pressed against his forehead, the fear of death tore at the heart of the ruthless demon like a ferocious beast.

He knew perfectly well that his life was like a candle flickering in the wind, and might suddenly be extinguished at any moment.

The Blackheart Demon's face was blue, his scarlet eyes darted around, and he said with a fawning smile:
"Your Excellency the Great Demon..."

The gun barrel suddenly pressed forward, and the ruthless devil immediately changed his tune:

"Great hero! Great philanthropist! Please don't shoot! I have some really important information, absolutely crucial, and it's a key part of my cheap dad's grand plan."

Baling raised an eyebrow coldly and said disdainfully:

"How could someone like you know such important matters? If he did, Mephisto wouldn't have abandoned you; he would at least have killed you before leaving."

"Because that old man always thought I didn't know. Humph, but how could such a thing be kept from me?" Blackheart Demon said resentfully.

Baling didn't really believe what Blackheart Demon said, but out of curiosity and caution, he still gave him a chance.

"Tell me about it."

Instead of revealing the so-called information, the Blackheart Demon started by offering a condition: "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

"Let you go? It seems you're very confident in your intelligence."

“I will definitely not disappoint you. Since the old man doesn’t care about my life or death, I don’t need to hide it for him anymore. How about it? As long as you spare my life, I will tell you everything.”

"Alright, then go ahead and tell me."

Baling did not move the gun away, but after agreeing, Blackheart Demon clearly felt relieved, as if death had temporarily left him.

“Mephisto, my wretched father. He is jealous of my strength, which is no less than his, and my extraordinary wisdom, which surpasses his own, and therefore deeply fears me. He worries that I will kick him down and dethrone him from his position as the lord of hell…”

"Damn it! Who asked you that? Get to the point!" Baling frowned as he listened to a short segment of Blackheart Demon's self-praise, and urged him impatiently.

Sensing the gun muzzle shift five millimeters to the left, Blackheart Demon panicked immediately, fearing he'd be shot in the head. He hurriedly said:
"He actually had an illegitimate child with someone else behind my back! Didn't he ever intend to pass the position on to me?!"

"I hate it so much! I want to rebel. I escaped from hell and came to the human world to prove my abilities. I will use my strength and wisdom to take away what rightfully belongs to me, step by step. That bastard who appeared out of nowhere is not worthy of being my brother, nor worthy of inheriting the lord's position, not worthy at all—!"

"They're all mine, they should all be mine."

Blackheart Demon's mental state is erratic, seemingly due to excessive psychological pressure caused by that so-called illegitimate child.

"Anything else? If what you call crucial intelligence is your family ethics, then you're already courting death." Baling wasn't interested in other people's family affairs.

Sensing the threat in Baling's cold tone, the Black Heart Demon immediately said:

“That illegitimate child is part of his grand plan. I only recently realized that he was no ordinary human-demon hybrid; the illegitimate child definitely inherited Mephisto’s bloodline and power. Thus, he is a perfect vessel to provide for his soul transformation.”

"and then?"

"Then he can discard his aging and useless body, possess the body of his illegitimate son, and appear in a completely new demonic form to invade the human world and establish a new hell. His status will inevitably rise several levels!" The Black Heart Demon was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. At this moment, he was filled with anger, resentment, and jealousy.

He thought he would get there first, but unexpectedly, he ran into Baling during the night raid on the cemetery and was utterly defeated. However, what comforted him somewhat was that his cheapskate father, Mephisto, didn't have it entirely smooth either; at least he suffered losses when taking the contracted soul.

But none of that matters. To survive, the ruthless devil even sold out his own father.

No grand plan or great undertaking is more important than my own life at this moment.

Only by living can there be a future.

Black-hearted devils always distinguish very clearly.

"I've finished speaking, can you leave now?" Confident that this must be important information, Blackheart Demon raised his hand, hoping that Baling would be lenient and let him leave as agreed.

"Tsk tsk! This is truly shocking intelligence. If it's true, it's certainly enough to buy your life." Baling raised his gun, and Blackheart Demon, as if granted a pardon, tentatively took a few steps forward:
"I'm really leaving?" Blackheart Demon looked back every few steps, clearly not expecting Baling to be so quick to agree.

"Child, hurry up and go. Before I change my mind."

Baling squinted and grinned.

Sprint! Sprint! Sprint!

The black-hearted devil is like a bird about to fly to the free blue sky; even with a limp, he still struggles forward.

Snap, bang!
Snap, bang!
Snap, bang!
"Croak! Why..."

Three gunshots were fired.

The Blackheart Demon's running body was blasted into three pieces by a whirlwind bullet.

Its head spun upwards, its upper body slumped to the ground, while its lower body maintained the running posture.

He turned his head reluctantly and saw Johnny hiding in the shadows, dragging a Hellfire shotgun. It was obvious that Johnny was the one who fired the shot.

As for where the gun came from, is that even a question?

Baling maintained his smile and approached step by step: "I said I'd let you go. That's true, but unfortunately, Johnny just won't let you go!"

Johnny was cool and didn't talk much. He swung the chain like a dashing Western cowboy, and the chain flew out and precisely caught the running lower body, pulling him back.

He pulled the trigger mercilessly.

His lower body instantly turned into dust and scattered all around.

"Thank you for the information. Is there anything you'd like to say before you die?"

Baling grabbed the Black Heart Demon's head and looked into his eyes, which were filled with endless terror and fear of death.

"I can recognize you as my father! Please don't kill me, I don't want to die! Just spare my life, I'll do anything you ask... Waaah, Daddy, come save me..."

With death looming, Blackheart's ambitions had long since shattered, revealing only his weak and incompetent nature. It's a pity he wasn't a strong and resilient individual.

Perhaps he regretted escaping from hell to come to earth in order to do something great.

They came full of passion and drive, only to end up on the same path as their former demonic companions—a dead end!
Devour, activate!
Refined instantly!

(End of this chapter)