Even up to the very end, I tried my very best to persuade her but it failed.
After a lengthy exchange with me, Majosha finally came to a decision. Wrapping her tail around Harlow, she pulled herself right up to his face and, with hands clasped around his head and eyes locked with each other, she used her petrification power…to turn them both into a conjoined statue in one bright burst of golden light.
Just like that, they would never be separated ever again.
If there was ever an example of eternal love, it would be this. However, such an outcome truly was a painful one.
‘As far as I know, a medusa’s petrification power only works on living creatures so how did she petrify Harlow who was already dead? Well, thinking about that now is pointless, what’s more important is entering Abaddon, everyone’s still waiting for me.’
Taking a quick headcount of the remaining people, I counted One-eye, Nine-finger, No.3, Big 4 and two more female devils, one who was in charge of supporting No.3 and the other was the devil who normally carried the egg for me.
“I guess it’s just us now.” It was a pointless comment, in fact, I didn’t even know why I said it. However, I just felt that if I didn’t do that, my heart would feel even more uncomfortable so I said it. “Let’s go then, we mustn’t keep them waiting for too long.”
“Master, how about letting me carry the egg for now. Besides, I’ve been carrying it so much recently so it’s really not a problem.”
“Mmm, alright, perhaps I’m just worn out right now but even my hands and legs seem to feel a little weak. I might just drop it by accident.”
Like that, I handed over the egg to the female devil. With regards to the devils under me, I had long grown to trust them without much question. Yet who would have thought that this bit of trust would finally come to bite me in the back in a such manner. Moments after I handed over the egg, she betrayed me…
Hugging it tightly in her arms, she pretended to take a few steps forward before suddenly making a U-turn and dashing towards the gate that led to Purgatory…
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?! Get back here!” Before I could even consider my own actions, I jumped in right after her…
“Master!”
……
Unlike its ominous name, Abaddon of Sins wasn’t as hostile of an environment as one would think. Lush greenery made up the bulk of the scenery and the air teemed with life as if it was some kind of immortal paradise.
“Why hasn’t Dearest crossed the gate yet?” Asked a slightly uneasy and anxious Numila. Even amidst such an idyllic environment, she couldn’t bring herself to feel at ease at all. Ever since she used that bit of deception to trick Mo Ke into an engagement pact, she would constantly keep him in her thoughts.
As for why she fell for him, it was simply because he gave her Flametail. The harpy witches were known to be fiercely loyal to their mates, because of that however, they were particularly strict in choosing one. Under the circumstance where both sides weren’t familiar with each other, the fact that Mo Ke was willing to give her such a powerful weapon showed how trustworthy he was. Thus, he was a perfect mate for Numila.
Naturally, the fact that he was so insistent on leaving the Prison of the Dead helped draw her to him as well because of his bravery. As for the other two harpy witches…they simply believed in Numila’s evaluation and decided to jump on the bandwagon as well. After all, such a fine mate wasn’t something you could encounter everyday, they might not be able to find one as generous as he was even if they tried.
Because they were dragged away by Numila right at the end, Elena and Eugenia didn’t get a chance to say their farewells and the two witches were clearly incensed about this.
“Is something holding our Highness up?” Asked Julia with knitted eyebrows. “Don’t tell me there are enemies over there?”
“Impossible, since the gates have appeared, there shouldn’t be anymore undead.” As she said that, Violet Snow used her tiny little paws to fiddle with the lush carpet of grass beneath her. Sighing, “To think Abaddon was actually this beautiful.”
“Abaddon was always this beautiful.” Manasha sighed deeply before closing her eyes. Was it the fact that they finally saw the light of day after so long that made her like this or was it because she was still thinking about her sister, Majosha? No one knew for certain.
“Perhaps the Master was held up by something, let’s just wait here for a while. We demonic half-orcs are more familiar with this environment so leave the food foraging to us.” Offered the half-orc, Baccarel, due to their sheer experience with this place.
High above, Evilin continued to survey the surroundings with its giant eyeball, feelers dangling below it like a jellyfish. “The Master might have encountered some trouble, if we wish to wait for him here, it would be best if we constructed a base. Also, this location might not remain so peaceful for long…”
“What did you say? Dearest is in danger?”
“I’m not entirely sure. I’ve signed a master/slave pact with the Master so should he die, I would die as well. Since I’m still alive and well, he must have just encountered some kind of trouble.” Tactly answered the evil eye. That harpy might one day be the Master’s wife so a casual explanation might end up coming back to bite him in the future.
“The teleportation gates are one-way, they are able to see into our side but we can’t. If this one didn’t know better, it would’ve sworn that the newcomers appear out of thin air. If the Master’s near the teleportation gate, he would know that we are still waiting for him. Yet he still hasn’t showed up, thus it can be concluded that the Master was held up by some kind of trouble or worse…he might have taken the portal to Purgatory or Gehenna for some unknown reason.” Explained the evil eye patiently.
“…then…” Numila wanted to ask what were they to do but just as she tried to enunciate the words, she realized that there was nothing they could do but wait. “In that case, let’s build a base…”
“I’ll take charge of choosing the location.” Evilin nodded. Beneath its calm exterior however, was an evil eye even more worried than Numilia. After all, it still hadn’t lived enough yet.
……
Unknown place in Gehenna.
Atop a throne of bones sat a set of knight’s armor dyed completely black. Looking at this creature which only had a pair of glowing red eyes that identified it as an animate object, one was struck by its awe-inspiring presence. A deathly silence pervaded the entire space. With the sheer lack of light nearby, a depressive pall seemed to perpetually linger over it.
In this eerily still space, time itself seemed to stop or rather it wasn’t there at all.
“80 000 years, the seal on the Prison of the Dead has finally been broken…even though we lost a number of potential soldiers…that deal…”
“Must be fulfilled.” The armor spoke up with a youthful voice that painted him around the age of 20 or 30.
“That’s right, since we signed that deal, we must uphold its terms. Because of this deal, the connection to the Blood Sea was severed for over 80 000 years. Should this drag on any further, Lucifer might just lose his patience.”
“Then have you locked onto it? The coordinates for the new world.”
“I have, I’m in the process of opening it right now. As you know, such a complex task requires a long time to complete.”
“We have gathered enough troops already. Even without the constant supply from the Prison of the Dead, we should have enough undead to conquer a dimension.”
“80 000 years…truly it has been a long time.” Shimmered a mote of light as it spoke those words. “Should we investigate who it was that broke the seal?”
“There’s no need for that. Undoubtedly that person would have some kind of connection to Lucifer.”
“Seems like his thirst for the mortal realm has reached a breaking point as well. I guess that only makes sense, given that it was the task handed down by the God of Creation.”
“Well, he doesn’t matter. The human realm is no concern of ours, only that new world.”
“In that case, I’ll go make the preparations, a dimensional holes takes a long time to drill after all.”
“Return only if you succeed.”
“I will.”
……
After Mo Ke disappeared from the human realm, Ancarin and Regine managed to return to Plateau Village thanks to the aid of Moranthal. By now, the villages had all combined into one.
The two girls made use of the assets left by Mo Ke to create a tiny nest for themselves in the village known as Demoness Abode.
Ever since they became Mo Ke’s demonesses, they began grooming other suitable candidates as well. Initially, they invited the women who had received his aid, such as that woman from Plateau Village or the women Mo Ke rescued from the bandits’ stronghold. If the situation would have allowed it, they would have loved to reach out to those women bullied by Duran.
Naturally, they wouldn’t say no to orphans born with excellent qualities. For that, Regine even made several trips to the city where she encountered a rather interesting pair of dark elf siblings…
In order to make preparations for Mo Ke’s eventual return, the two girls did what they thought was best, though it had to be said that Mo Ke wasn’t aware of any of this at all.
Because the people of Plateau Village had received Mo Ke’s aid in the past, they didn’t discriminate against the demonesses. In fact, some would even volunteer to help construct their house. In their own words, “If devils were all like Master Mo Ke then they mustn’t be as scary as the legends say.”
Because Ancarin’s stomach was growing larger by the day, Regine had a lot to handle as well. Ancarin would often stroke her own belly and say: “If it’s a boy, I’ll kill him.”
“What if it’s a girl?” Regine asked.
“If it’s a girl, I’ll have her serve the Master as well.”
“Do you need my help?”
“No, some things have to done by yourself…”
“I hope it’s a girl.”
“Mhm, a girl would be good, a girl would be good…”
……
Azure City’s Warrior Academy
Clear Water Mirror had just given Nicole an Epic-grade weapon. With the aid of the weapon, she won the freshman’s martial competition. According to Nicole’s deal with Thousand Snow Flowers, she was now able to return to her hometown. However, upon arriving, she found traces of fighting in the village and no clues whatsoever. She inquired about that matter with Uncle Zarah but he purposefully avoided answering her question.
With that, the only hope of finding Mo Ke laid with her deal with Thousand Snow Flowers.
Even now, Mo Ke’s tracks seemed like such a distant thing. If it was possible, she hoped it was her who suffered instead, reality, however, wasn’t so kind as to allow that.
“Little Ke…where are you…”
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