deia had lost count of how many tis she stabbed the demons with her dagger. None of them could escape, the mont they tried to cross the door, the runes would imdiately burn their feet.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and floor that were already covered in thick layers of dust and filth.
The place had been disgusting to begin with, but now the stench was unbearable, even deia could barely stand being in that room a second longer.
The clock kept ticking. Maybe she had only been down there for ten minutes, but she had already killed dozens of demons.
Just as she expected, the wings gave her a major advantage. However, because the system had reduced her strength by 15%, she couldn’t afford to waste too much energy, especially not before the real challenge arrived.
"You’re the last one," deia muttered as she pulled her dagger from a corpse’s chest. She narrowed her eyes at the demon possessing Tian’s father. "I know you’re the leader her, probably soone trusted by Satan himself. So tell , do you have a specific reason for coming here?"
He had known the consequences for a long ti. He knew that if he ca to this place, he would suffer pain that would never fade, not even after years.
So deia couldn’t help but wonder, what made him co here despite knowing what was ahead?
"I should be the one asking that," the demon said with a smile. "Aren’t you the one who trusts that man and follows what he says? Aren’t you afraid he might stab you in the back?"
deia let out a soft laugh, her voice echoing in the empty chamber. "Bold of you to assu I put my faith in a re human. Do I believe he won’t kill ? Yes. But am I sure he has no hidden intentions? No, absolutely not."
Humans were, after all, the worst kind of creatures. They could offer soone a glass of water with a smile and, in the next second, plunge a dagger straight into their heart.
The human heart was the most complex thing in the world. Even after all these years of watching people with rotten souls, deia still found their hearts too complicated to understand on a basic level.
"But I can tell your son is nothing like you," she said, circling the demon slowly, her gaze sharp like an eagle ready to strike a helpless mouse. "He may not be kind, but at least he’s not as rotten as you."
Truthfully, deia still couldn’t believe that Tian had asked her to co down here just to kill his father.
Still, no matter what his reasons were, she was confident he wouldn’t dare try anything against her.
Even if he hadn’t said it outright, Tian had indirectly revealed his weakness to her, sothing she could use to ensure he never crossed the line.
Ren was the key to Tian’s loyalty.
As long as she provided safety and comfort for them, Tian would never dare to betray her.
"Son? He’s not my son," the demon sneered. "Rember, his father is already dead."
"Alright, enough about him. I asked you a question earlier," deia said, stopping in her tracks. "Why did you co here?"
The demon smiled, revealing his rotting teeth. "Didn’t you say you’re the Demon Queen? If that’s true, then you should know that we, the underlings, were never given the right to refuse an order."
deia tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand. "You’re right," she said, taking a deep breath. "I shouldn’t have asked that."
Even if the orders were cruel or senseless, even if they only brought pain and suffering, they still had no right to disobey. It was unfair, but demons only bowed to power.
"But I think ... deep down, you were waiting for this," deia said. "This ... this is the kind of freedom you wanted, isn’t it?"
Maybe the other demons had only been told fragnts of the truth by their Lord, but soone like him, soone who clearly trusted by the Lord, he must’ve known more.
He didn’t just know that he’d be freed, he also knew how deia would do it.
He wasn’t holding onto false hope. He’d accepted the truth, even if it was cruel.
Among all the others, he was the only one who truly waited for this day to co.
It showed in the way he stayed calm, not even flinching as she cut down the rest of his comrades. He didn’t struggle. He didn’t beg. He simply waited.
He had no more masks to wear.
He reminded deia of how she used to be, silently hoping soone would kill her, just to free her from the chains wrapped around her neck.
"But, don’t you think the price of your freedom is too high?" deia asked. "You stole soone’s life. You shattered a family."
The demon scoffed. "Stole soone’s life? No, I didn’t. He gave it willingly, with full awareness of what it ant. He knew the consequences, and still chose to offer it to our Lord."
"That’s why you can’t say I stole his life. I simply took the offering placed in front of ," he said with a sneer. "Nothing more."
deia nodded, smiling faintly. "You’re right," she murmured. "I forgot ... sotis, we really are no better than starving dogs."
In hell, it was rare to find anything worth craving. So when sothing delicious appeared, demons would crawl out from the deepest abyss to claim it, no matter the cost.
"I’ll ask one last ti," deia said, twirling the dagger in her hand, the blade now pointing toward him. "What happens after I kill you?"
The demon shrugged. "Why don’t you find out for yourself?"
Before deia could say anything, he suddenly used his telekinesis to snatch the dagger from her hand.
In truth, she didn’t really try to hold onto it. She let it slip through her fingers because she had already guessed what the demon intended to do with it.
She covered her face with her wings as the dagger pierced through the demon’s throat, cutting all the way to the back, leaving him no chance to regenerate.
Blood splattered onto her wings, and the unbearable stench imdiately filled the room.
The demon’s dark-colored blood slowly flowed toward the center of the chamber, causing deia to take a few careful steps back.
[Congratulations, You Have Completed a Quest: Hell’s Gate Battleground.]
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