Warning: Strong Scenes.
Rens, who had understood through that revelation that Acad I was as great as the legends, was sowhat concerned.
"Acad I was a demon of the ninth rank, most likely the last true demon to exist until this day. A demon of that rank could easily live for thousands of years, but history only speaks of his greatness, then his successors, never ntioning the reason why he left the throne of the powerful demonic empire he built," he mused as the waitress approached.
A beautiful demon woman handed him a plate of roasted two-headed spiders and red vegetables after they had been stored in containers containing the blood of different demonic monsters.
The roasted two-headed spiders were the size of a common rabbit.
Rens nodded, not bothering to judge the appearance of the food, gave the amount of silver coins the food cost, and continued thinking.
What worried Rens the most was that he couldn’t understand how such a powerful demon could disappear without a trace.
"He left voluntarily or encountered a powerful enemy; but if it was the latter, there should be a second place like the cursed canyon. I’ll have to investigate this matter," Rens concluded as he bit into the abdon of one of the spiders and the flavor exploded in his mouth.
Although he had so assumptions, since he wasn’t sure, he decided that he would check it later, and that in the worst case scenario, he would save one of the rewards from the system that allowed him to activate the "capital traits" until he reached a precise conclusion about the fate of Acad I.
...
Several days later.
It was nightti, and the sky was cloudy, making the night even darker.
At the entrance to the periter wall of a mansion, four humanoid, monstrous-looking demons guarded the entrance.
Their uniforms were black and purple.
One of them had amphibian skin, large eyes, and brownish-yellow skin. He carried a quiver on his back and his bow was attached to the wall. That demon said with a laugh:
"I wonder if the count will give us a slave girl soon." I want to have so fun."
"I’m not interested. He gives them to us very worn out and mistreated," said a demon with a black horn on his forehead, whose body was covered with short brown fur barely noticeable from a distance.
Ha ha ha
The laughter was imdiate.
Footsteps! Footsteps!
When the four demons guarding the entrance heard the footsteps, they were about to take up their weapons to confirm the identity of the demon or being that was approaching.
Spears of earth reinforced with demonic energy sprang from the ground, so straight and others curved at the will of the demonic sorcerer who manipulated them with his sorcery.
AAAAH!
The cries of pain were imdiate.
A demon with black horns on either side of its forehead, tanned white skin, dark eyes, and almost black brown hair, dressed in an open brown tunic that revealed a simple beige shirt, brown pants, and boots.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to us?" said the amphibian-skinned demon, tears in his eyes, immobilized.
Like the other four demons, the amphibian-skinned demon had his body painfully pierced by five earth spears, which had pierced his knees, elbows, and stomachs.
"They are traitors, just like Count Gongor Yerar. As traitors, they must be killed. Only then will the demons be powerful again. That is the will of Alvat."
"Alvat!" The four demons felt chills, but it was too late for pleas. Roots grew from the spears and spread throughout their bodies, causing excruciating pain that would ultimately lead to the death of the four demons.
Rens had used a technique similar to the one Hann Jegenz used on Marrac Mountain to torture him. Hann was the "Crackler of Nature" who died in an instant when the power of "pride" was activated by Rens back then.
...
Inside the mansion, there were few lights illuminating the place. The count liked the place to have a sowhat gloomy appearance.
In a large room, a young woman with pink hair lay naked, hanging by her hands from chains. Her body, still beautiful, was covered with bleeding whip marks, and a viscous liquid flowed between her legs.
The young woman’s gaze was grim; she had lived through hell and more.
At that mont, the bed shook. A fat demon, two ters tall, with purple skin and gray spots, six eyes, and four arms, was naked as he thrust his enormous, bumpy "mber" into the pussy of a beautiful young woman with cat ears. The woman’s eyes seed lifeless and hopeless, and a trickle of saliva escaped from her mouth.
But the count continued to penetrate the delicate body of the beast woman while he drank a glass of wine.
Each of the count’s fingers was adorned with rings set with demonic gems, and he also wore necklaces with demonic gems. Although no one had ever seen him fight, everyone knew he was a demon in the sixth rank (starting point).
"Human bitch, I’ll play with your ass later!" Count Gongor threw the glass at the pink-haired woman’s head.
After the blow, a trickle of blood ran down her forehead, but she did not utter a single scream or moan of complaint.
The pink-haired young woman was the daughter of Duke Venzariac. She had been auctioned off in Zazel City so ti ago.
Footsteps! Footsteps! Footsteps!
Many footsteps approached, and two demons in black and purple uniforms opened the doors to the count’s room.
"My lord, there is an intruder. He has killed everyone who tried to stop him. He is very powerful!" said one of the demons in an agitated tone.
Count Gongor pulled his mber out of the cat-eared beast woman’s pussy.
He put on a golden robe and asked grumpily why they had ruined his fun:
"You haven’t even been able to identify him?!"
"My lord, he says... no... he keeps ntioning the na of the Demon God Alvat," said the other demon, frightened.
The two demons weren’t the only ones who were scared. Gongor Yerar, who was over a hundred years old, knew who the missing "believers of Alvat" were.
Gongor felt his plump legs tremble, but he hid it. He was about to give an order to the two demons, but when he looked at them, their heads rolled across the floor as if they had been decapitated by the power of a mighty demonic swordsman.
One of the heads continued to bleed and rolled to Gongor’s feet. When he looked up, he saw the sowhat gloomy hallway beyond the doors of his room.
Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps.
A silhouette took shape, and Gongor’s six eyes seed to tremble with fear.
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